...after swearing on the skull of Geronimo in a secret midnight ceremony.

You can play first, second, or any position you want, but I warn you that bands rarely get better from adding more bass players.

Now, you are “Who-man,” with all the powers of a... human.

Fagin the Brooklynite.

Presumably because their views are so xxtremely ignorant.

“Second comes after first!”

Change into Djigital champions, to save the Djigital world!

Always a good time to recommend Nathan Rabin’s book, You Don’t Know Me but You Don’t Like Me.

It’s possible that many of the people who died due to COVID-19 were also the kinds of people who got their news from Facebook.

I had the pleasure of reading Everett’s Erasure in school and getting to participate in a class discussion with him via Skype. I then had the pleasure of having his full attention, faltering as I saw the intensity and intelligence in his eyes as he focused on me while I fumbled over a very stupid question, and having…

If Lucas had retained the IP, then you know we would have gotten a paperback Tales from Dex’s Diner.

Hopefully there’s at least one scene where he gets to visit a space diner!

I wish I knew how to get into copy-editing. I’d build up a portfolio out of spec work of G/O media alone.

How will future archaeologists interpret this remnant from a long-forgotten civilization and people?

I’d watch the hell out of that if they made them dress in Running Man-style costumes and Angela Merkel sang opera while in Valkyrie getup.

This review would be singing a different tune if they had greenlit my original concept for “The Fap-tavist,” which would have made activism fun, sexy, and just a little shameful.

“Tendler to Munn: Drop Dead”

It don’t mean none unless Munn’s got a bun, hun.

Anyone else get reminded of the theme from Jurassic Park whenever Cumberbatch whistled those bars?

All You Need Is Kill, it should always be said, is such a better movie title.