I’ve never really drawn inspiration from coffee or caffeinated beverages. Tell me what I am doing wrong. Is it the quantity? Because I drink so much Coke my blood should be acidic...

I can’t remember the last time Best Picture was something people would watch casually for fun. The nominees always seem like those artsy films that critics love and ordinary people only sometimes like: the kind of thing you’d study in a film class, just like Shakespeare is studied in literature classes.

I had a theory that Snoke was the Son (that Dark Side manifestation from the Clone Wars). I only vaguely remembered him, but I think he was bald too.

I almost want to believe that Trump’s just using this campaign as a way of pointing out how ridiculous politics have become, that it’s all a big joke to him, that he’s going to turn around and laugh at all the people that got right on his platform of ignorance and bigotry. I mean, no-one’s that mind-bogglingly stupid…