Yeah, I'm watching Talking Dead and they're discussing the possibility of the Governor and Rick letting bygones by bygones and joining up as if this would be a thing that would make any modicum of sense whatsoever. I don't think the Gov's "redemption" is all that convincing.

Not to get all shrill hairy-legged feminist on this, but I kinda rolled my eyes at the whole "We need you! You look just like Megan's daddy! We can't make it without a man to help us!" thing.

Dammit, I knew that wasn't the right word.

There's no way. That'd have to be some David Lynch level shit.

Yeah, it would be pointless to play the grandmother and not tear off giant chunks of scenery. She's pretty much written as a sort of B-horror Dickens character.

I'm doing my own version, NaWriSoMo, in which I'm challenging myself to do at least a little work on an already outstanding project every day. Even just a paragraph is enough. So far, so good.

Glad that IFC is maintaining its indie cred by airing such edgy, underground fare as Billy Madison.

Yeah, in the book the main character goes on and on about physically attractive her parents are, and again, this is treated as though it's not at all weird.

I don't think a movie can fully capture how bizarre this book is. Not just the whole incest/murderous mother thing, the entire tone of it is just completely off the rails. A scene that stands out for me even more than the incest is at the beginning when she talks about how her father would come home at night and…

I think this sounds like it could be very funny. And Tim Robbins deserves a TV show.

She had a lot of subtlety that some of the female SNL cast members have lacked. That Martha Stewart impersonation is fantastic. I'm also glad that her recurring characters weren't just a repartee of grotesque weirdos, like Kristin Wiig.

I passed by Rachel Dratch in Union Square. I'm sure it was her, because no one else in the world looks like Rachel Dratch.

“The fact is twerking is about blurring the lines between past and present, between men and women, between tradition and envelope-pushing,” says an educator to his students, blatantly misunderstanding twerking as part of his blatant misunderstanding of “Blurred Lines.”

I'm rooting for one of the 10,000 mediocre cover versions of songs I enjoy.

Yeshmin Blechin

That hair makes me angry.

Men are pigs! At least we have our boyfriends Ben and Jerry, am I right, ladies?

Yeah, that's what I find mystifying about this. Not really seeing where the "joke" is here.

This is kind of tiresome.

Norman Reedus rocks the "drug dealing ex-boyfriend" look.