You clearly haven’t given up imperious (oh, and wildly inaccurate) derision that is so common among us ents.

I’m having Sharon Stone at the Oscars in a Gap tee flashbacks, and loving it.

I mean useless as in “it has one job and then just coasts around in your periphery.” Like Matthew Broderick.

Here’s where it gets tricky (picking up some tips from my friend the MPH - Masters in Public Health): yes a certain far too large percentage of birth control pills cause adverse side effects, some very dangerous such as stroke or blood clots. However pregnancy itself is very dangerous to the woman, and there’s been…

No, no wait a minute. OP meant pizza wheel like the otherwise-useless little platform that holds the slices together right? Not the pizza cutter, which could marginally fit into a fetish night if everyone lowered their standards? I’m not sure about the DIY erotic potential of the former, is what I’m saying.

I don’t have the energy, but somebody be working on this fanfic-turned-self-publishing sensation right meow. Down and Out in the Golden Arches?

I have never so badly hoped for something to be creepypasta. Oh god it isn’t is it.

I love you that you know that. I blow blowhards’ minds with that fact. I do it for Pushkin too. His Camaroonian great-grandfather, Abram Petrovich Gannibal, wasn’t any slouch either.*

Fruitvale was amazing even despite some problems (I’d say pacing). It sucked me in. And as a FofF directed it, I feel obligated to boost it.

Does anyone else feel pervy about it cause he was basically an adorable kid in The Wire? Sometimes I do. Sometimes I power through it.

Oded Fehr plays special roles in my uh, silent contemplation so he can be Jesus anytime.

Did that guy mug Gambit for his outfit or...

Yes! And let’s have a long take where he strips off his armor after a battle. I mean like, a long take. Whole movie, if we have to.

Hey I didn’t actually know that about Sue. This is my least favorite print running universe, so: go figure, me.

*snarls* “Diversity for the sake of diversity” = the most recent phrase from wingers that grinds my enamel. LOOK AT THE WORLD. 70% is ASIAN. IS THAT *ALSO* “DIVERSITY FOR THE SAKE OF DIVERSITY?” Does reality itself have a liberal, kumbaya spouting, latte drinking bias? Gasp: reality has no comment.

Wait a minute - WHERE. If this was Los Angeles, I am you and was just complaining to myself about the general “I was watching more Entourage than thrusting” vibe. Oh that Lloyd.

Hewly crap, the lead singer of The Matches desperately tried to get with my ex-boyfriends then best friend now wife before he went onstage. Went about as well as the Yellowcard thing. Good show though (Knitting Factory Manhattan - RIP - errrr uhhhh 2003ish) Saw a dude get slammed several feet up a pole by security…

Things don't become a Connecticut thing often enough, I parry.

Selfie had an Asian at all? Dang. Dude where is my Asian-ometer that tells me of these things. Like there should be a Batsignal. (It'll only go off like ten times a year at most, so very sustainable)