Someone on another site linked to a tweet by a staffer here (not sure I should say the name) where they mentioned seeing a posting for some jobs, including their own, whose current holders had not given a decision to management yet.

To a degree, I kind of don’t blame them for increasing the half-assing in recent weeks, due to the move by scumgarbage management to force people to either move or get fired, with further news that the people about to agree to moving might be getting let go anyway.

Complaining that a host isn’t famous enough is just never a criticism that I have any respect for. Look at the early years, where obscure people from odd corners of showbiz could pop up and hosting SNL could be the first time people had heard of them. Buck Henry, for instance was just a writer and appeared in minor…

Also, “I could kick the other guy’s ass” is the first go-to response of the guy worried that the other guy is doing a better job in the sack with the woman in the center of the dispute.

Well, when you start talking about John Dunsworth, you’re getting into “greatest drunk actor* who ever lived” territory.

It was fucking hilarious. Tragic that it went, especially gross that it was part of Fox axing a swathe of single cams in order to rescue the totally worthless and unfunny Last Man Standing.

Yeah, gold, precious metals and gems are at least tougher than the thin calcium shell of a regular-ass egg.

Where the hell are you that they’ve got Garth Marenghi on Prime? Lucky.

As does spelling Candace “Candis.”

I hope they crash their private plane into an erupting volcano.

Definitely a couple I’m instantly calculating how to get the hell away from if I find myself seated at a table with them at a wedding or some such function.

How the fuck is “Magnolia” a better, more intuitive & descriptive name for a home-reno network than “DIY”?

Gee, really? Thanks, Captain Serious.

Nothing has lowered my opinion of Cooper more than his turning on Griffin over a perfectly justified joke (and I’m not even a particular fan of hers).

Or even a total farce about a useless, privileged twit constantly, obliviously falling into undeserved good fortune while her more worthy colleagues fume has comedic possibilities.

It’s kind of weird how that’s the single hugest author photo I’ve ever seen on this site.

Oh yeah, your settlement check is under there.

The bee in that mayor’s bonnet over the whole ruin porn thing makes me hope someone spams all his social media and email accounts with a shitload of the stuff.

Detroiters who whine about “all the out-of-control ruin porn” are kind of hilarious. Enough that the show “Detroiters” should have had a character who bitched about it.

Where’s Katy? She’s missing from her lounger in the photo above, and the actress is missing from the credits listed here.