Oh good, a lesson in how not to portray women from Bender in drag.

Wow, I guess it makes some kind of twisted sense that Twilight fan fiction would be romanticizing a fundamentally unhealthy relationship, but it sounds like they're really doubling down on it. Yikes.

Yes, but what do you think of this movie?

Plus his role on The Flash, though they're working hard to get him to the point where he can be sympathetic while still insulting everyone.

So, that one WWII episode of Angel?

Damn them and their well-tailored suits and perfect hair!

Plus, it sets up the classic Australian vampire hunter's catchphrase, "Don't move, mate, I'm very… cross with you." Then you chop the vampire's head off with the boomerang and walk away slowly, catching the boomerang on its return without looking. It's in their guild handbook and everything.

I remember that quote, and I'm still baffled by his use of the word "propaganda." Like, were other vampire stories created by the vampires' political enemies to discredit them? Does…does he think vampires are real?

Bless you.

They don't call him Count Bakula for nothing!

Last night I dreamed I had to sneak through a library to steal a valuable book. The library was for some reason staffed by the Crystal Gems from Steven Universe. As I recall, I was a Sapphire.

I just finished Wolves of the Calla. Shit's getting meta.

I just finished Ratchet & Clank and shall immediately be playing through it again in Challenge Mode. Now I have a RYNO, ho ho ho. It was kind of hilarious how quickly the final boss crumbled after being pelted with that sucker, and made for a fine "I am become death, destroyer of destroyers of worlds" moment. I still…

I had a job interview on Monday! I think it went well, and one of my contacts in the industry offered to put in a good word for me. I'll probably get some sort of answer by Friday, and I'll be a nervous wreck until then (and possibly after), but there are worse things to fret about.

No, no, she met Superman's friend Professor Emil Hamilton and they built a spaceship together.

I think I speak for all of us when I say you need to share that poem right here, right now.

Ah yes, Pryde of the X-Men. A failed pilot, I believe.

I've almost never watched TV commercials with the sound on for my entire life, regardless of what I'm watching. It's a method I heartily recommend to all and sundry.

My coworker was watching the game with the sound off last night, so it was much more fun to try to guess what the ads were selling from just the images. "Oh god these digitally animated yearbook pictures are hideous, what horror could they possibly—cars? What the fuck?"

Grunka-lunka-lunka-lingredient,
You should not ask about the secret ingedient!