It can also hold very long cigarillos!

PSA: Amazon and Comixology have the digital versions of a ton of Power Man/Hero for Hire/Luke Cage comics collections on sale at the moment.

We could do worse. And often have!

Keith & Veronica Mars.

Spacey actually manages to do a death rattle when he goes. It's amazing.

Sitting in a midnight screening of Superman Returns and hearing the Williams score over the opening credits made me forgive a whole lot about that movie.

My understanding is that the original plan was for S:TM to end with Superman sending the first nuke off into space and then rescuing Lois and saving California without the time-travel bit. S2 would then open as in the Donner cut, with the first nuke freeing Zod, and the time-travel ending would have been used for the…

Or perhaps they're payback to the world for every other thing about Glee.

Good for him!

Boom, roasted.

Upside, though, she gets to eat.

Either Ta-Nehisi Coates or Jamelle Bouie wrote after that debate that you'll be able to drop into a black barbershop in 50 years, say "Please proceed, Governor," and crack everybody up.

Angie Harmon?

Yep. Once in a while there's an ad before an episode, but I've yet to encounter one during.

I think there's too little of this in the world - the idea that making a painting or playing an instrument or engaging in any other kind of artistic activity can bring something good to the person doing it, even if it's not perfect or even much better than OK. I drew a lot as a kid, even minored in it in college, but…

This, a million times.

The Prestige.

We read this in my senior year English class, and some of the most fun I had in high school was watching the kids who had only seen the movie try to fake their way through discussions.

There is a Bob Ross Roku channel that, as far as I can tell , has the entirety of Joy of Painting on it. Occasionally there is one ad at the start of an episode, but that's it.

Can't eat shrimp without thinking of him explaining to Denis Leary that shrimp is the black man's lobster. RIP, Mr. Nunn.