As you may have already read, I reviewed the first two episodes of Portlandia for this week's print edition of the Mercury—and to the surprise of absolutely no one, the comments are already rolling in and they're hotter than a red-assed bee. Here are a few choice tidbits:

Well it looks like a mediocre review from the one publication in town whose readers remember Sleater-Kinney.

HEY!!

Wow. Humphrey, for an old guy, you sure are down with this youthful "creative class" culture. This explains a lot.

OUCH!!

This PM review is terrible. Is the authors head so lost in the world of Portland's "creative class" that he has forgotten how to take a joke and laugh? My wife and I play the "portland game - raising chickens, bikes, etc". And that is EXACTLY why the show was hilarious to us. I suppose some people can not laugh at themselves. Which is sad...

(Sniff. I made someone sad.)

Okay! Fine! Whatever! We can all agree I'm somewhat full of shit. But exactly how full of shit am I? Read the review here (or if you'd rather, you can base your opinion solely on the commenters' misinterpretation of my work), and answer this question:

EXACTLY HOW FULL OF SHIT IS WM. STEVEN HUMPHREY?

As always, the result of all Blogtown polls are legally and scientifically binding.