Krazy Kat was essentially one gag, beautifully drawn: the male mouse hitting the female cat in the head with a brick. She loved him for it.

I’m shocked that the readerbase of the most Lou Avery-ass comic strip I’ve ever seen in my life are appalled that the new cartoonist is writing actual jokes. Shocked, I say.

I would mock this but I got in a near-screaming argument the other day about the importance of Superman’s red briefs returning to the costume so I have no room to mock.

A WOMAN directing a movie starring a FEMALE comic book character?
It’s just crazy enough to work!

Food review Instagrams are apparently a whole *thing* among the youths. A friend of mine (who does not star on a hit HBO show, if I’m honest) runs a chip review Instagram and apparently really gets into it with rival chip reviewers at times. My own Instagram mostly consists of failed attempts to photograph my tv…

Green Peas.*

Congratulations!

Or did he?

Art Bell has passed away too.

I call it Butt Rock

Yeah, it’s usually referred to as post-grunge. Bad bad stuff.

Whether Moby was on food stamps as a kid, he’s rich now, and posting an editorial about SNAP in the Wall Street Journal, a newspaper whose motto might as well be “Let’s extract protein from the bodies of the poor,” is kind of in bad taste.

I hate any mandate that tells the poor what they can spend their money/allowances on, even if it’s provided by the government. It automatically classifies the recipient as a secondary class of citizen, ineligible to make their own life decisions. If you believe that the disadvantaged should be given financial…

Sweetie, we listened to him, and then we called him a dumbshit. This is called the discourse.

People like this often end up getting their asses kicked in front of their own kids.

I love this ram and his curvy body. As a teenager, I was often teased by my friends for my attraction to rams on the thicker side...

They earned a follow from me, not because they’re desperately trying to milk this moment in the spotlight, but because I’m suddenly really into the idea of getting knitting workshop reminders from across the pond in my feed.

I didn’t understand this, but I enjoyed hearing about it.

Compelling, beautiful, suspenseful, getting to some essential emotional truth. The whole point of his kind of movies is to express a feeling or experience that can’t be put into words.

I’d like to think that he does know what his films mean, but the explanations are all just deeply unsatisfying.

“No, it has nothing to do with the fear of expectant parenthood. I just thought ‘Hey, what if their baby was some kind of weird alien creature, instead of a normal baby. Wouldn’t that be weird?’”

“Frank Booth?…