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Kid Lit ought to mean something. Like Myers, I mean.

Big girls don't, or so I've been told.

It started with House, didn't it?

Truly, he was the Rock Hudson of sit-coms.

Does she have an autographed poster of Nigel Farage on the wall?

It's "Ralphly Speaking" redux.

Megashark v. Badger
Badgernato
Enter the Badger
Pride and Prejudice and Badgers
Badger Day at Black Rock

The thing about reversing the roles in Tim is exactly what ruined it for me. That and not being able to understand about 80% of the dialogue.
Piper Laurie, doin' it for the paycheck.

Years ago I was at the annual auto show in NYC. OJ Simpson was drawing a big crowd, and all by himself, sitting mostly ignored at a small table, was Jesse Owens. My friends and I gave him a little bit of attention, but shit, you know?

I went there for a movie review a couple of days ago. So, yes. Yes it does.

Soap operas are really good at this sort of thing, probably because some of the actors are there for so many years, it really does feel like losing family.

Albert Band. She Came to the Valley is enough to get him into the hall.

I'd say they prefer talking about it to doing it, unless the doing makes them feel all warm and squishy inside.

Twitter Jesus

I'd much prefer another Jane Austen revival. Or how about Dickens? Isn't he about due?

Beeteljuice?

Balllllllll zac.

Milton Berle—that's enough to make me puke.
I seem to recall the first choice was Bing Crosby; the mind boggles.

No one can top Robert Preston.
I've suggested Alan Cuming, but now I'm adding Brian Stokes Mitchell. I seem to recall he's already done a revival somewhere, Broadway maybe.
Marian may be a problem. They need a real singer for the role, not some pop princess type.

Jesus Christ, Superstar
Directed by Mel Gibson. Starring Steven Baldwin.