I see artist after artist go Boston to Philly to NYC to DC. How does it not make more sense to go Boston to NYC to Philly to DC?

Vice President Cy Tolliver.

"World's Deadliest Swarms."

Or, why not make multiple power dampening devices so there are fallbacks and failsafes ready if Caitlin has a 'sode?

Baby Pontifex's school just banned them this week.

Man, ever since TV Tattle shut down for good, I have no idea what shows actually exist or not any more.

There is amazing stuff in those library files if you're a history or politics geek.

I still remember the military wife who'd moved back in with her parents, and her mom shouting "NOODLES SAUCE CHEESES! NOODLES SAUCE CHEESES!" at the daughter while she tried to make lasagna.

Some people just get it right the first time, and should be encouraged to stick with what works!

The rise of streaming, alas, has greatly reduced my serendipitous discoveries of True Life marathons.

This is not toward.

Was Holt wearing an English spread when he said that?

Is True Life still a thing?

I wish Jenny had stayed with her original calling of professional naked person, and not caused a public health crisis because she's an idiot.

Room Raiders reminded me there were things worse than graduate school.

Is it so unthinkable that someone might just not want to be famous anymore?

Alternatively, the folks going after Breitbart advertisers could make time for the tabloids.

Wasn't there one where the owner turned out to have been an actor in The Apple?

The American version also had a tendency to shoehorn in faux-happy endings, like, "Remember the horrible orange steroid monster clearly in hock to the mob and who takes out his rage on his staff? He organized a shitty-looking family fun day! Hooray!"

MOVE YOUR ASS, DONKEY!