I feel like this is obligatory:

This is a great bit of advice. Malcolm Gladwell says something similar in The Tipping Point (which is another great read).

Dude. Schitt’s Creek is a legitimately brilliant show, and if you’re avoiding it just because of the title, then you’re cutting off your nose to spite your face. Smartly written, fantastically acted, and the name of the town isn’t just a one trick pony of a joke.

I was moderately into it, and then I was pretty into it, then just as my attention waned she fell through the ceiling and I finally realized that this was the surveillance video I’d been waiting for my entire life. 

Spoiler alert! Sheesh!

I’m realizing that my moviepass is being wasted by being in a smaller market. 2/3 of these movies haven’t even played in my city!

The 1860s. The early 1860s.

Looks like Captain Planet has really let himself go

While both are apparently correct, I would argue that she gets it more right than wrong.

All of this sorta makes me just wanna move to Canada, if I wasn’t scared of the US striking it with a nuclear bomb.

This is too complicated. I think I’ll just be a vegetarian...

Great clip. I’m gonna feel real bad now when Mayfield tanks because he’s on the Browns.

They may own Waze, but I’ve gotten different directions using one or the other most times I’ve looked (on long road trips). Also, perplexingly, Waze could never find a route for me from Virginia to Connecticut, though that was never a problem for Google Maps.

I read this when it was first published, and I’m rereading it today because I relish any chance to mock Stephen Miller, if only in my head

When I was in college I started drinking a big glass of milk for breakfast. Fast, cheap, and good for you, so what could go wrong? And I noticed that my bowels would generally feel like exploding right around lunch time (I seem to remember that it was during a class, even). Like clockwork. So I gave that up once I…

Hey! My alma mater, making a positive appearance. Go Messiah College!

Why would you wear a game-worn autographed jersey out in public? I don’t get that. That’s not a clothing item at that point. It’s a collectible. Enshrine it in glass, or sell it on eBay.

I’m seeing this next week with a friend of mine, and the feeling I have as I count down the days feels so much like waiting in line for some incredibly insane roller coaster. Like, I know I’m gonna survive (and probably love it), and that I’m choosing to do this to myself, but I’m terrified for the experience…

Someday when I’m a multimillionaire, I’m getting my mom a late 70s T-top Pontiac Firebird. That was her dream car then, and still is today. So if anyone has any good investment tips for me, my mom will appreciate it!

Suzan-Lori has written some absolutely blockbuster plays, but Father Comes Home From the Wars is easily my favorite. She makes her writing seem effortless in its brilliance. Still haven’t seen a production yet, though.