Mommy, can I go out and whine tonight?

Bojack Horseman only allowing themselves one use of “fuck” per season is a good example of that. When it hit, it was powerful every time.

Also “Class of 3000” > “Yellow Submarine”

Next week’s Wiki Wormhole will be written by special guest Mr. Falcon.

I’ve actually been working on a line of jewelry made from members of British Invasion bands. I hope to have it ready to market soon; I’m still ironing out a few Kinks.

Wasn’t that a previous Wiki Wormhole? (I realize it would take me like nine seconds to actually determine whether it was or not, but I’m lazy and proud, dammit.)

I mean clearly the only appropriate soundtrack to the mayor running away from a wheel of cheese is “Yakety Sax”.

I don’t think there’s any real chance of her not being confirmed, sadly. Which means that, assuming Biden is elected and the Democrats retake the Senate (which I believe will happen if only because I can’t bear to face the alternative), we need to apply constant, unyielding pressure on them to not let this shit stand.…

Dammit, being snarky about the misfortunes of c-list celebrities is all I have. Don’t take that from me.

I’m not crying, you’re crying. Also, I’m crying.

I love all the Olympic sports like badminton and table tennis that are things we used to play in gym class when it rained (except, y’know, played by people who are a million times better than any of us ever were)

“Did I abuse my girlfriend? Yes. Did I choke her? Yes. Did I choke her in a hot tub the day after Christmas? No, absolutely not!”

Those punks wouldn’t have dared to try that shit with the Straw Hat Pirates.

I’m totally there for the Princess Bride table read, but I wonder who’s going to do Fezzik (and the grandfather, for that matter).

Given the way VO usually works I don’t know if they ever spent much time together, but I always felt like being in the same room as Billy West (who is, as far as I know anyway, a perfectly nice guy) and John K. (who is, uh, not) must have been a strange kind of energy.

Great, I’ll have to fire up the ol’ Roku and……..oh.

“I told you that Instagram influencer was a giant chicken!”

Just waiting for the George W. Bush statement about what a stand-up kinda gal she is.

Us cool people spell it “poseur”.