I scrolled all the way through looking for ghost sex and I see no ghost sex.

I did a reverse Becky/Karen today! O yes I did!

They were deleting diesel particulate filters and egrs, and DOCs.

If this is the kind of shit we allow to happen, then maybe we don’t deserve to modify cars.

This isn’t funny or ignorable: Biden is clearly suffering from dementia. My dad was the EXACT same way towards the end—testy, belligerent, choppy speech, and use of profanity (which he rarely used earlier in life). It’s sad and uncomfortable to watch this.

Like living in a goddam comic book. Which D list villain is next to get sprung, The Prowler, Boomerang Man, Kondiment King, Alan Hevesi?

*beeps once*

Okay, does nobody else look at that and think ‘JohnnyCab’?

LOL. Once I saw that “robot”, my first thought was... “Captain Pike, is that you?” I wonder how many people will get that particular reference.

The Seventh Day? Isn’t it kinda late to make a sequel to a middling Schwarzenegger movie from 2000?

It’s a long time since I’ve seen Battlestar, but didn’t Roslin block all the early attempts at holding an election that would establish a proper, democratically elected government? Basically using the rational that “I’m the President and I say so”, and then base her primary policy in the latter days of the show on a…

I always associated tri-tip with being tough, dry, and only edible with copious amounts of steak sauce. When I got out of my parents’ house and started moving around through other parts of California, I met so many people who were enthusiastic about tri-tip, and it was like, “OK, weird, but you do your thing.”

Very nice. I want some now. And the comment about not finding much tri tip outside of California is true. I lived there for 2 years and it’s the only time I’ve ever seen or eaten tri tip steak.

I say keep it in the family and have John as Reed and Emily as Sue.

There was just so much bad high-concept TV during the 80s that it’s hard to know where to start. Here are a few ideas.

Diff’rent Strokes. Directed by Jordan Peele. As a sequel to Get Out.

“she befriends an effeminate man who turns out to be a 2,300-year old, married and pansexual satyr (get it! PAN-sexual! ha!) who brings her great-great aunt thrice-removed to life, leading to kinky consequences.”

“Thirst” ...Mad libs!

Iowans really can’t hold their liquor.

Now You See Me 2 should have fucking been called And Now You Don't, and it makes me irrationally angry that it wasn't.