I really like Katie’s work. I want to make that clear. She is really, really good.

All three of them are not very Star Wars (with Flamewind probably being the most “traditional”). I haven’t read them in decades, but I clearly recall loving Vuffi Raa and generally enjoying them for what they are.

Golden lion tamarins and I really don’t remember a damn thing about them.

Hmm. It is supposed to be hot this weekend. A rickey sounds good.

Cane we date her at Hanging Rock though?

I could be wrong, but I’d like to think most people old enough to even know what “Eat It” is are aware that Al has released a lot of other material.

I dunno, the guy sounds like the sort who’s probably got a Kinja account.

I thought their most popular item was homophobia. Hmm, color me surprised.

Every NFL owner is a monster and a creep and nobody should think any better of them. You might think I’m going to say “except for the publicly owned Green Bay Packers,” but no, it actually goes double for them.

“I propose that it’s time we, as the collective consumers of popular culture, stop reducing “Weird Al” to some flash-in-the-pan novelty act.”

Yes— If the rule says kneeling, what if a player lays on the ground and pretends to make snow angels? Or stands on one foot like a flamingo?

THIS.

Or, better yet, challenged.

Patriotism Police will be sent onto the field to “restore order.” Stop resisting! Stop resisting!

I feign outrage, but given that Yo La Tengo successfully satirise Tony Orlando fans as people who clap on one and three to “Tie a Yellow Ribbon”, I’ll let it pass.

I introduced my friend to the Wire. A couple years later my friend made a new friend and asked if this new friend had ever seen the Wire. “Yeah,” the new friend replied, “my dad is Ed Burns.”

Santana and I hear some Eddie Hazel.

Spider-Man: Promenade

Just change it to Spider-Man: Senior Prom and you get your pair o’ dactyls back.

The Vulture was even kind of pterodactyl-adjacent. Nice synergy.