Maybe unfappable doesn’t mean what I think it does.

Reminds me that Jennifer Lawrence’s dismissal of P. T. Anderson’s “The Phantom Thread” (paraphrasing: “why would I want to see a movie about some genius guy whose world has to revolve around him so his genius can thrive”) came in the wake of her split from husband Darren Aronofsky, who had just finished using her for…

She was such a notorious party animal that when she went to Trinidad the Calypsonians wrote songs about her.

Why are you so sure she was? You arrived to this conversation loaded for bear.

This project is something Rain Man would set his mind to.

Pureed strawberries are still raw.

They’re the lively nightshade, man!

I kept reading hoping I’d figure out who this is. The whole name is Jo Jo? That’s hard to look up.

The world of competition is a slippery slope to rape and pillage. Peace out.

I think “plenty” is vague enough as to refer to statistically insignificant numbers.

Any questions? My one question: what do I care? Each one is a storage unit for ammunition and as such ought to have an overarching umbrella term for those of us who don’t care which kind of ammunition caddy it is. Just knowing that you care about the difference makes me hope to God you have some positive reason. I…

I frequently feel the urge to think of friends by my own nicknames but I’m too shy to say them in direct address. Making up a nickname for someone else and using it as a noun of direct address seems about as respectful as grabbing ass without prearrangement. “Hey, Red, your hair looks amazing!”

Yakov Smirnov couldn’t play the Chuckle Hut in Moscow.

Seems like it’s always the guys who go around telling women to smile or giving them unsolicited shoulder massages (looking at you, POTUS 43).

I got a season pass to Six Flags precisely because I had a few months where I was self-employed writing, and I found the environment convivial. If I got blocked I went to the IMAX, which changed features all the time. I chugged diet cola and refilled my cup or bottle from the fountain. I liked watching people and…

Maybe it depends on tone of voice, or obviousness of exploitative intent. All I know is that combatants all find this way of unnerving others, and seem to chortle with glee when they get a rise out of someone.

One rather alpha dog acquaintance of mine reacquainted himself with me after an absence by sending me an email…

Being called some personalized version of the name you ask to be called is evidence that the speaker is grasping at a way to express dominance over you. Kick such people to the curb whenever practicable. In their life you may as well be a cardboard cut out of a person.

Depressing adds to the allure for me. Movies that skip the depressing part of life don’t mean much to me.

From the photograph attached I’d swear Madonna was working on a Stanley Kubrick themed video.

It’s a reflex response. I have it, too. I think my eagerness to correct that one has to do with the auxiliary meanings of the word “hung.”