To be fair, Alan Cumming is an idea someone had back in the early 90s.

I’m so sorry. My dad’s had a slowly progressing case for 5-6 years, but my sister and I didn’t really notice a chance until after not seeing him for more than a year. I have nothing constructive to add except thanks for sharing your experience.

I have heard nothing but good things about Donner, and this surely never would have happened, but it would have been funny if he’d made Cohen do the truffle shuffle before writing the cheque.

Parkinson’s is an unbelievably cruel disease. 

If they won’t let Zack Snyder make a stupid Star Wars, he’ll just make his own stupid Star Wars

This is bullshit. I’m always going up to women and telling them I have access to prime salmon locations, and how many mating opportunities has it gotten me? Zero.

Oh, darn. I thought this was about something else entirely.

Even better, he wrote an autobiography called “I’m Cumming.”

The Cherry Grove and Fire Island Pines are famous LGBT destinations, dating back to the ‘70s.

You’re talking about the naked dudes?

Oh that’s easy. In capitalism, man exploits man. In communism, it’s the other way around. (old Soviet joke)

Yeah, but does she also sleep in an oxygen tent, which she believes gives her sexual powers?

Practically everybody who was 35 looked 55 back then.

“urethral suppository.”

Gavin MacLeod and Ed Asner, two guys that prove my theory: if you’re an actor who looks like you’re 55 at 35 you’ll be working forever.

Is there no gay man at the AV Club who could write an article about queer casting in the only movie my gay ass has been excited about since 1997? I feel like I just ran into Lena Dunham in the bathroom at a gay bar. Artie could be the love child of Blaine Edwards and Antoine Merriweather and he still wouldn’t be as…

*whisper whisper*
“Didn’t he save any of that Wonder Years money?”

Right. I for one am not excited about the “Back To the Future” prequel in which we learn that Biff was actually a performance artist who, through the medium of bullying, was working to deconstruct the patriarchy.

What’s the number?

one of the pitfalls of loving the kind of music I do leaves me utterly and perpetually unschooled in anything not written by a dead german dude or dead harlem junkie.