Jughead looks like the kid who picked a haircut at fifteen and stays with it out of weird, fuck-you loyalty; the one with all the gay friends who isn't gay, but knows he'd probably be having a better time if he was; the one who keeps burning people copies of Thomas Dolby or ThouShaltNot/Seeming records that nobody but…

Todd feels like Bizarro Jughead: they both are sidekicks with dumb hats, but Jughead is lazy, brilliant, perceptive and ultimately cynical about people, while Todd is hyperactive, dumb as rocks, immature and ultimately more trusting than he should be.

There's a vaporwave-themed hotel in Hell's Kitchen, YoTel, where I spent the majority of the summer. The place is a TRIP.

Quicksit was a popular British pronunciation in Byron's era and before; adopting the Spanish pronunciation canonically was a later development. If anyone ever finds an actual copy of Shakespeare's lost Quixote adaptation "Cardenio," it's likely he'll have rhymes or scansions that only work if it's pronounced as…

This DOES seem like it's a better Heathers TV show than the Heathers TV show we're gonna get.

It wasn't a crown then. It's more or less a crown now by cultural osmosis.

Maybe he's whatever Dean Pelton is: "It's at least eight things. You don't have a word for it."

I know JUST enough about Archie to know if we went back to its original time setting, Archie would be annoyed that no one calls him by his preferred nickname "Chickie."

I have no nostalgia or emotional attachment to Archie as a comic or a franchise beyond being somewhat fond of the 2015 Rebecca Sugar reboot, the Josie and the Pussycats movie, and Jugheadism as an aesthetic concept, but what I do kind of appreciate is how blank of a slate it is.

It happened already- the highlight of the last season of "GIRLS" (and maybe of the entire series) was a cluelessly pushy Hannah forcing a payment-blowjob on one of her friends while he drives an RV, telling him just to "enjwah the experi-ennce." He does not, and he crashes the RV.

But she did "Rhinestone" with Stallone, and had to act like "Drinkin' Stein" was a good idea! Oscar for her!

I prefer the sequel: "Alohaaaaaaugh! The Bear That Ate Christmas! (And Some People Too) Goes Hawaiian!"

"My steak now. MINE."

Public domain band Anti-Ben recorded a wonderful (read: awful) song called "Whatever Happened to Dunkaroos?"

That would be a Welsh Rarebit.

If it's in a word or it's in a look
You can't get rid of the George Foreman Grill

Lead us not into narrative blind alleys
But deliver us from that finale
Amen

And you can't spell Quilty without Nabokov.

Maybe she realized that God isn't particularly concerned with vampire fiction and has bigger things on his table, like the rise of white nationalism, or earthquakes worldwide, or wizard fiction.

She's like fellow writer Stephen King and Charles Schultz- spiritually a Christian, functionally a humanist.