Even his offer to help Peter assemble his cakes seemed slightly devilish. 

McDonald’s to unveil new mascot, Milkshake Duck. 

Just don’t put it in a barrel with good apples. 

Hah, I was going to say give the dude a break, there’s like a one in five chance he wins the Best Director Oscar. 

The Nevarre market place looked like Agrabah. It made me think:

Curtis: “Do you take this man until death do you part?”

Just like Universal to push a Dark Universe Frankenstein / Dracula mashup no one asked for.

It wasn’t inadvertent that Rudy was standing beneath the dangerous chemical sign at the Four Seasons. It was for the journalists’ protection.

As a fan of horror films, I subjected myself to Human Centipede. In a mythology class in college I learned about ouroboros. I met Jim Rose once and was introduced to many amazing contortionists. But I think it would take an advanced knowledge of time-space I don’t possess to explain exactly how far up his own ass Zack…

Not to mention what they did to Aunt Beru.

Is it that she’s gone too far, or not far enough? Hear me out - Beef Wellington Pop Tarts!

You shall not Milkshake Duck Baby Yoda!

It’s “Matlock!”

There used to be a magazine for alcoholics I can’t remember the name of (because I’m old, not because I’m an alcoholic). They would pay for short stories as long as they in some way celebrated drinking, so I started a series about a bartender who was a private eye on the side, and I was going to title each story after…

Grand Mariner and Sambuca? Do coconut and peach go together? Replacing the orange juice in a Fuzzy Navel with blue curaçao to celebrate Georgia turning blue?

Seconding all the episodes mentioned. But also noting that the stretch of episodes that featured Brakemaster Cylinder’s serial about a robot’s interdimensional journeys is the most sublime audio storytelling I’ve ever heard.

I literally scrolled down to the comments to recommend The Repair Shop as Bake-Off methadone. Not only is it quaint and cozy like Bake-Off, all of the craftsmen are skilled and charming, the narrator sounds like he’s narrating Winnie the Pooh, and because Britain is so old the stories behind some of the antiques are…

The bartender says, “We don’t serve faster-than-light neutrinos in this bar!”

The other day when it got very cold, overcast, and blustery I started craving my grandmother’s potato soup with spaetzels. 

This Halloween I made foam grave marker boxes to hide the various fog machines in my front yard cemetery display. For the epitaphs I chose Captain Blake and Father Malone to honor this film (I also made a fog chiller which I christened with Jack Torrance (1980 was quite the year for horror!).