Paul McGann is the best Doctor. Deep Space Nine is better than The Next Generation. Superior Spider-Man was good. Here is my pettiest hill, though it’s one I’m still prepared to die on: Star Wars’ A-Wings are for losers, and I am disproportionately mad they’re in The Last Jedi.

I always thought it was bullshit that the Tim Burton’s Batman didn’t have the “na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, Batman!” play everytime he popped out of the shadows.

I’m so glad that somebody is finally talking about Toast of London. I discovered it on Netflix shortly after it became available and it’s so freaking hilarious! “Steven? This is Clem Fandango, can you hear me?”

“Hi Steven. This is Clem Fandango. Can you hear me?”

Peggy Noonan, indeed. Never forget.

“But why does she still have such a high profile platform?”

Maureen Dowd is the worst.

Maureen Dowd is the absolute worst, because I think she knows better but she does this shit, anyway. Let’s be real: Maureen Dowd hates women. Anyone who has followed her obsession with Hillary Clinton and trying to tar her with her husbands indiscretions knows that, already. And why people let her keep getting away…

But how did he feel about not being asked back for the live-action reboot of Beauty & The Beast?

There’s no school like old school cool.

Presumably the people who are born and raised there don’t know any better and consider the insanity as normal.

She needs to change her path to around Focus on the Family.

Ooh, I got a better one. How about ‘The Butt-ler?’ Get it?

[holds it in]

you’re really bending over backwards for some excuses.

The Mad Poop-ah! Look out!

Bob’s Burgers did it