I hope this character is into Muscle Fitness!

Note: Edrio died on the way back to his home planet.

The obsession with inflatable footwear seems so weird in retrospect. I suppose Nike Shox will also look quite weird soon.

This movie still looks to me like the most unpleasant possible film that doesn't involve gruesome torture.

Gotta get those clicks. Kids today love the Scorsese, and that dreamy Leo.

I NEED A HERO

I confess to enjoying Michelle Obama's style and poise as much as the next celebrity-obsessed non-famous person, but we really do need to accept that our anti-terrorism policies of just flinging a bunch of bombs around and treating a series of medium-sized criminal gangs like they're an existential threat that must be…

Old Slovenian saying

I support that ticket. Maybe Ariana can be the Singer of the House. "And now Secretary of Presentation James Fallon will spin the Wheel of Musical Impressions to determine in whose style Ariana will sing the 2027 Omnibus Spending Bill…look at that, Celine Dion! The crowd goes wild!"

Voldemort would be terrible on air pollution. He doesn't even have a nose.

Ariana Grande for president. Really the only way for Democrats to get back at Republicans for the Trump thing is to nominate an America-hating doughnut-licker who does great musical impressions.

Yes, bring back the shucky-ducky. That's about the level of political humor I want right now, frankly. I'm ready to go back to Will Rogers doing something with a lasso after this scary year.

His plan to defeat Ghost Swayze by burning down a whole apartment with him in it by lighting newspaper on fire on the stove shows the kind of leadership we have come to expect from white dudes in this country.

I really like this piece, which I take to mean partly that if you're going to write a story about white-identified characters trying to do good in racist systems, you should be quite careful about how you resolve the story. This could be as simple as just avoiding a happy ending at all or something more complicated,…

Anyone who's named the [something cool] of any generation is probably too old to be a true member of that generation. Most people actually in that generation are still figuring shit out.

17 Times We Wondered Why Anyone Trusts Writers, Because We're All Lying to Each Other Here, Aren't We?

Thank the great bird of the galaxy for self-cleaning holodecks, is all I can say.

White boys' names were so boring in the 80s. "I know! We'll call him Michael!" "Brilliant and unique, honey!"

Remember when Three Doors Down tried to pretend their song "Hold Me When I'm Gone" was written to support the troops? As if their banal lyrics were ever anything more than dull placeholders they scribbled down, because you've got to have words with your post-grunge sludge, I guess.

Many under-65-year-old Republicans are semi-closeted gay people, so they probably really identify with the song's story in a Ted Haggard kind of way.