I have awfully high expectations exceeded only by the laundry list of standards I’ve set for myself that date back to when I was mentally able to conceptualize what it meant to have such a thing (which, if we’re being honest, was pretty young since I also like to think I’ve got a leg up on my generation). Oh, Christ, I’m kind of a snob aren’t I? Well, I could be worse things, you know. I could be “that guy” whose existence is facilitated solely by pop culture and mixed drinks.