…Never knowing… it's a real attraction…

Oh shit, there's the fair!

I would like to see this movie.

I liked Rabin's write-up.

Yeah. It's less like "taste" and more like "hipster Mad Libs."

I just threw up in my mouth.

It's kind of like a Pulled Björk Sandwich.

Solid thumbs up for the "The Marc and Tom Show."

We love you, Chris Hardwick.

Dawes Don't Need… by Cheyenne Marie Dawse.

Oh, sky cake. Why must you be so delicious?

Leon Russell. Now there's a man who has earned his beard.

"Rag Me to Hell"

I love me some Jeremy Irons. And I love the idea of him as the "voice of the bar rag." But, man, the writers didn't give him anything to work with. Sad to say.

I try not to be a hater. Really. But that Lionel Ritchie "joke"… Oy! That was painful to watch. Not just because it wasn't funny, but because it seemed to blatantly ape Family Guy's lame shtick.

EXTREME cancer!

So I absentmindedly watched the first five minutes of "Whitney" last night. Below you'll find a transcript of one of the "jokes."

C'mon! George Eliot is still alive and kicking!

I'm also looking forward to the potential Blood Meridian movie.

This is a well-written piece of criticism, Mr. Adams. I was expecting a spoonful of smugness — but I was pleasantly surprised to find something more thoughtful.