I've been thinking lately about why it seems like the Reaper has been so busy, so unreasonably busy, in 2016 and 2017.

This must be a misperception. Life and death have been turning the wheel at the same rate for as long as I've been alive.

So, the A. V. Club's Chuck Berry obituary (found here for anyone who hasn't seen it yet) was posted either 2 minutes after the Pitchfork article, and 6 minutes after the ABC News tweet, or — if the timestamps the AV Club site is showing me are in Central time — 1 hour, 2 minutes and 1 hour, 6 minutes after,…

Here it is! (← That's a link. Damn styling.)

There are some types of movies you can shoot without the complete script nailed down, as long as you've got the characters, locations, and basic outline settled. Heck, even some recent TV shows have gotten by shooting daily script pages.

Welllll… I don't know about that. I mean, "Dark Universe" is also known as "Justice League Dark", and the animated feature they just released featured Batman as the lead character. It doesn't have to include Batman / any other regular-JL members, of course, but movie studios are in the habit of wanting some sort of…

Heh, whoops. Fixed my version.

(For anyone still confused, the Amazon product details on the mousepad predictably reveal that it's a 2.5-foot-by-1-foot model.)

1-2-3-4-5-6? Amazing!

I have had this conversation on Grindr so. many. times!

Aha! Now I see. Your intricate web of connections worked on so many levels, it lost me!

Wow, I am definitely not holding on to nearly as much resentment, but it wasn't my thing either. It seems that I am a cold, unfeeling husk unmoved by these things humans call "emotions", so that might be why.

Goodness gracious!

Kenan doesn't get to leave. Kenan. Can. NEVER. LEAVE.

Eh, I was amused. "My important work on Instagram" is too self-important not to earn a chuckle.

It sure is, and you can really taste the shamrock in it.

Just in case your imagination needs a goose, he's credited as "Fornicus, Lord of Bondage and Pain". So, I think that kinda tells us the whole story there.

Quoting CinemaSins: "Are you afraid of unicorns? You… will be? *DING!*"

I snickered. Then I almond joyed.

Here Peck and Robbie Fairchild dance in a mostly empty subway station
with flare that evokes Jerome Robbins, Gene Kelly, and Martha Graham.

Correct. Each of us lives in a [subjective personal] reality that is made up of the sum of all our experiences. Whereas, in our minds, we constantly run through permutations of an ever-shifting fantasy existence made up of our expectations.