What I'm really gathering is that the Damon casting = racism thing was maybe a tad exaggerated.

This is a funny article, but it would probably be better to suggest the Trumps aren't in love rather than state it plainly, libel laws being what they are.

Honestly, I had issues with Diggle savagely beating that guy in the alley while screaming like a lunatic, and then having a sweet heart-to-heart with Dinah a couple minutes later, like he didn' have sweat and blood cooling on his fists. What the actual fuck, Arrow?

#notmyapocalypse

I read A sound of thunder when I was in third grade, and gained much wisdom from it. Mostly of the fuck all butterflies variety.

Bah! Balmer. One day our long war shall come to an end, and you will call me…MR. PRESIDENT!!!!

"If you're not claiming ownership of technology and intellectual properties years before their real creators can dream them up, then you are a pathetic excuse for a time traveler."

What was with her acceptance speech? Her cadence and tone were so deliberately pitched to make herself sound older than she is. It was like watching a kid pretending to be grandma.

Remember that South Park joke where you had to preface any comment you made about Caitlyn Jenner by saying how brave and beautiful she is? It's like that with Beyonce. Unless you preface your statement by remarking about how talented and amazing she is, then you're a hater.

Not that she had me by much, but she sure fucking lost me with her grammy performance this year. Sorry Bey, but doing the 'like an Egyptian' pose while naked and preggers doesn't make you a maternal goddess. Just kinda needy looking.

Uh uh, no sir, you gonna show respect to the queen, 'for you get stung by the hive! Haaaaaater!

LAYLA! YOU GOT ME ON MY KNEES! LAYLAAAAAAAA!

That's stupid. Delivery drivers are deliberately under paid because they're supposed to be able to make up the difference with their tips. Having to split it with people who don't make runs (and conveniently don't run the risk of being robbed at gunpoint) sounds arbitrarily shitty. I wouldn't put up with it. …

I yoo-hoo! I yoo-hoo! I yoo-hoo! I yoo-hoo! She said I yoo-hoo!

It's an 80's action movie. All the homoerotic context is delivered by sweating shirtless men stabbing each other with knives. Besides, the wolf fucked him with his eyes. You can't fake heat like that, you can only capture it in a bottle.

Frank Grillo has the best last name in all of Hollywood. Just sound it out yourselves and see if I'm a liar. Grillo. Grillo. Grilllllllo. It's so phonetically pleasing, and it sounds like a bristly torture device that your enemies would rub against your gums. Love it.

Depressing four part miniseries about an uptight Butler who falls in love with Hayley Atwell, but does not have sex with Hayley Atwell.

This is not the sex jam you are looking for.

—or did I get an electrostatic discharge on the surface layer of my dream state annnnnnd drift along the ocean on this raft that tingles my spine with ionic spikes, designed to flood my body with endorphins even as it poisons me with lethal radiation. This was my sentencing for that botched robbery, but I'm not even…

John Wick points a gun at the side of his head and makes him sit down, then quickly reloads and fires a bullet made of cancerAIDS into the side of his head.*