First, my apologizes for the two or three of you were looking forward to the final entry of A MarkInTexas Made-For-TV Christmas. Long story short, the end of the year turned out to be much busier than I had anticipated, and by the time I realized I hadn’t posted the final entry, it was already January. Since the…

There are tons of gay obsessive nerds out there. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one in my group of friends who isn't a gaymer, has no idea what any Pokemon besides the yellow one is, has never watched any anime outside of Studio Ghibli movies, and has no knowledge of what goes on in comics outside of the ones…

Your parents are the reverse of mine (my mom is a very liberal Democrat who voted for Bernie. Dad is a moderate conservative who I think voted for Kasich). Their votes always cancel each other's out. I did vote in 1996, but absentee, since I was a college student out of state. I chose…poorly.

Every time there's a contested primary, there are always concerns that (a) there will be a brokered convention and (b) that the loser's supporters won't come out and vote for the winner in November, and every time, both worries prove false. While those concerns might actually come true for the GOP this year, I'm…

So they actually go with the book's ending over the play's ending? Wow. I already really wanted to see this (the book is my favorite Christie novel), but that prospect makes me want to see it that much more.

It felt like Daly was channeling Principal Skinner and the kid was channeling Bart, and the entire plot could have taken up 12 minutes or so on an above-average episode from the early 00's.

They say it's a Birth of a Nation/It's my nation too!/They say it's a slave uprising/We're gonna have a good time!/I'm glad you're revolting/Happy Birth of a Nation to you!

And that's Public Enemy and not NWA. Since I'm whiter than the Oscars, I am not knowledgeable about 80s rap groups.

Hey, remember 3 1/2 hours ago, when Straight Outta Compton's single nomination was the very first one mentioned?

Well, that was one weird Oscar night.

Holy shit!!!!

Nice…they get a black guy to give the Best Picture.

And Stacy Dash is backstage screaming "You lie, Leo! It snowed this winter!"

I don't mind him winning, but I honestly wish he had won for Wolf of Wall Street.

A play called All The Way, about LBJ, a few years ago. He's starring later this year in the HBO adaption.

If Cranston wins (which he won't), he'll be only a Grammy away from an EGOT. Maybe he can do a book on tape or something.

I would have been fine with it it had lost to Skyfall, You Know My Name, For Your Eyes Only, A View to a Kill, Nobody Does It Better, Live and Let Die, or Goldfinger. But not to this Bond theme.

So we're now out of fresh commercials and are getting repeats from earlier tonight.

He outlasted the play-off music, so I'll give him that.

And the dream of Mad Max winning Best Picture is now dead.