If I'm going to be murdered by an insane hatchet wielding drifter, I'm going to spring for the extra 12.50 for the creepy clown motel and consider that money well spent.

That's weird, suddenly my bed has this weird hard and kinda roundish spot right in the lower middle part of the mattR OH MY GOD NO

A hee-la-copter! "Jiminy," thinks Johnny. "Would I like to get a ride on one of those."

Is that why Hollywood won't cast him any more? Looper has a 6 minute video explaining why, but I figured while you're here…

You're a community environmental action nonprofit and PETA picketed it? You can't leave us without the deets!

Like I told the numerous friends and family members I now no longer speak to due to a deep personal rift -for various reasons I don't want to get into right now- MY ART IS NOT FOR YOU NOW GET OUT BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT I HAVE MY LIFE'S WORK TO DO AND YOU'RE ALWAYS IN THE WAY OF IT BECAUSE YOU HATE THE ONE THING THAT…

The Internet is a bunch of Chandlers!

Yeah, focus groups tend to like the shape of the letter P more. They find it more approachable. Of course, that's why we have these things. To fine tune the creative process.

Wrong Star Trek movie.

Are we sure James Cromwell isn't preparing for a role as Ernest P. for The Andy Griffith Movie?

He once got tickets to the Jay Leno Show. It was an absolute nightmare for Jay, and he has never been invited back.

Slow down there, pal. First thing is the check has to clear. THEN you can move in your mummified clowns or whatever.

Half of me thinks this is the investment of a lifetime, but the other half of me is all NO GET IT AWAY I DON'T LIKE IT. So I'm going to need some time to mull it over.

As long as I can continue drawing dicks over Getty Images and other stock and/or public domain images and archiving them on a number of external hard drives and then backing those up on additional external hard drives dedicated to my ever growing archive of dicks drawn over stock and/or public domain images, I'll be…

"Burton, party of 6?"

You mean people don't automatically show up to an Arcade Fire show dressed like a Mumford & Sons parody band?

In spite of it being a medley of odious nervous habits on display in front of me, I'd rather have that the rest of the ride home than the quartet of drunk and loud 40somethings who took their place and proceeded to somehow stray from Betty Boop to Betty Page and loudly concluding that she "wasn't that hot, if you saw…

I was into bagging on Barsanti before it became all "mainstream".

What a terrible thing! My heart goes out to all of those daughters.

When you yell at random groups of people about things they say or do in advance that's an obvious natural conclusion, you're bound to hit your target.