He was a neighbor of mine until recently, and rehearsed the earliest incarnations of In the Heights about 50 feet from a desk where I was entering invoices. Now he has Pulitzers, Tonys, and I still enter invoices, just at a different place. I feel your pain.

When are they going to get around to filming the Binge part?

Brad Hall: not even the Sniglets guy.

Is that what Cersei was doing to Septa Unella?

You're really going to have a hard time convincing me Shia Le Boeuf is his son, though.

Plus, they probably charge extra for that.

And it's more because the suits are unflattering.

Just as I love how earnestness can really kill a joke.

This would all be worth it if we got footage of Mark Rylance, one of the greatest actors alive, in a mo-cap suit, wondering what wrong turn in life he made to get there.

FISCAL WINTER IS COMING!

Well, if you're going to play out the joke, you need to fulfill the contractual obligation.

I saw Radcliffe in Equus, but was too far away to tell, and Mrs. Steerpike made me keep the binoculars at home.

Also, as it went along, I was concerned that someone was doing to start convincing me to read Dianetics.

The "Head" movie was the first prototype.

69 would become the new 27, then.

Maybe the shot of Alex with his eyes pried open, forced to watch the ultraviolent film, as well.

But if you rubbed the dick shots, you should be able to gain a few seconds.

The toilet in Trainspotting leads to the same speakeasy, btw.

I'm still voting Tara Reid.

I'll be dammed if I go telling John Adams to sit down. It ain't healthy.