That albino scared teh crap out of me as a kid.

The best of the Goldie-Chevy movies was Foul Play. Fun, reverent Hitchcock spoof (with a very irreverent plot, if you get my drift).

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And then the murders began.

Soapdish has a permanent place on my DVR. When I’m really blue, there are three films that can pick me up faster than a Lexapro: Soapdish, Death Becomes Her, and (best of all) What’s Up Doc. All three have sensational ensemble casts and every time you watch you pick up another clever bit of shtick. Soapdish also has…

WHY DONT YOU BUY A GODDAMNED WHEELCHAIR AND PUT ME IN IT

God, can we just all take a moment to appreciate what a glorious movie Soapdish is?

It has arguably one of the greatest casts ever assembled, happily vamping it up for the better part of two hours.

Teleprompter probably said La La Land, backstage they probably were told La La Land, and when he opened the envelope he was like wait... which one is right... and then he gave it to her like “look” and she didn’t even look just yelled “LA LA LAND!”

He’s a material threat.

Same. Which is why, as much as I loathe actually talking on the phone, I’ve started just calling people when I think a subject is ripe for confusion.

Well please know that some of us genuinely don’t have the ability to check our phones at all times and when we text that, we mean it.

Every word of that article is straight up amazing. Donald Trump is trapped in a Being There remake of his own making.

I’m within a few months of Winona’s ago, and I very definitely recognize that face: Six beers and a massive bong hit into a metal show, circa 1987, right before you start throwing devil horns, headbanging in a way that fortysomething you *will* regret, and hooting, “WHOO! FUCK YEAH! LEMMY!” even though Motörhead isn’t…

My bestie is adopted. There are blessings to it, but also really big challenges. It’s hard being an adopted kid, even when your home life is absolutely ideal (and where/when has that ever happened in the history of time?). Other close friends are trying to adopt right now, so I’m watching the whole thing play out from…

yep. recovering from illness — not super sick anymore, but knew I wouldn’t have the necessary energy levels to be on my feet for hours. didn’t want to pass out in a crowd and cause problems. so I just refreshed facebook a lot and cried some.

These are a few from the LA Womens March.

I knew Bobby didn’t write this dirtbag when I saw JOAN CRAWFORD AND BETTE DAVIS referred to as “some famous old broads.” Whew. Way to bury the lede, girl.