Ian McShane in particular seems to give zero fucks about spoilers in general. There was a GoT spoiler that he just casually gave away, and everyone flipped out, and his response was (and this is verbatim) “It’s only tits and dragons.”

Huh. I know multiple people in this area who are involved with weddings in various professional capacities. I wonder if any of them have done one with one of these llamas in attendance.

It’s a very loose remake. Like so loose that I kept double-checking to make sure I wasn’t so high that I was just imagining that it was supposed to be a remake. It would definitely appeal to fans of modern action/thriller things like the Jason Bourne franchise.

I made the mistake of watching The Holcroft Covenant a month or two ago because I was in the mood for some Frankenheimer, and that was the only one of his films that I found on Amazon. This is a baaaaad time to be watching that movie.

Ooh, I feel the need to butt in here and say Frankenheimer! Seconds was remade as Self/Less a few years ago starring Ryan Reynolds. I watched the remake a few months ago because it was directed by Tarsem, and his work is usually at least visually stunning (The Cell, The Fall, Emerald City), and I was stoned enough to…

The part about paying the cable company $60 is key, except for the part where $60? The last time I had cable (almost ten years ago), it was $100-ish. And that was without premium channels. And so I no longer have cable. My landlord provides my internet access, so I’m totally cool with paying for Netflix/Amazon/etc.…

[Note: The below is applicable to Amazon in the US, but I would guess they have similar policies in other countries, too.]

Clearly, Katy Perry is doing viral marketing for the Twin Peaks revival.

Before this dude, I had another black kitty with similarly amazing ears — and a friend who swore they aren’t ears! They’re antennae so they can receive commands from the mothership! I thought that was a comment restricted to Previous Kitty until I got this guy.

Yep! Who else would stick their tongue up my nose? (Maybe I don’t want the answer to that question.)

I got ungrayed on The Root a week or two ago. I’m still not sure why that happened. It seemed totally random and out of the blue, but, hey, I’ll accept it, especially since it was apparently by the writer who was the whole reason I started reading that site.

I’m just buying one thing during the Sephora sale, assuming I make it there in time: an eyeliner. I spent all of my fun makeup money on a preorder for mystery Supernatural — yes, as in the tv show — nail wraps from Espionage Cosmetics! Four packs of two sets each. I knew they were coming, although I didn’t know when,…

I’m leaning towards taking a shower, watching Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, and going to bed super early. Today was supposed to be a clean-all-day spree, but then my neighbor invited me over for brunch, and then it turned out he had also invited a bunch of mutual friends, so there went three hours, and then all cleaning…

Aww, what cuties! I love the fact that they’re posed around a figure that could be the silhouette of a rat, like they are presenting the ghost of a kill to you.

It’s part of a string of animal crackers. Here’s the best I can do for the hippo (*super* awkward placement on the side of my arm):

Kitty story: I was just trying to take a photo of one of my tattoos (it’s a hippo) while a kitty was trying to snuggle, and this shithead decided to stick his tongue UP MY NOSE because that makes sense (this is an older photo, but it should give you an idea of what I deal with):

I don’t think it’s blame. It’s tracing back to the source of where this came from. Keep in mind that I heard this from as far back as I can remember, which is when I was three years old. And then I grew up in a town where getting married and having kids was What You Did, and you started this as soon as you could.…

I have never, ever wanted kids. When I was growing up, my mom would insist that one day, I would meet someone and fall in love, and *then* I would naturally want to have babies with that person! It was so appalling to me that I decided that, nope, I will just never, ever fall in love or even casually date. Because…

Sigh. I would like JUST ONE WEEK in which I can’t point to a Philip K. Dick work and cite relevance to today. (Last week, it was The Variable Man and the guy who argued that United *had* to drag the doctor off the plane because he was messing up their processes.)

I have to point this out in the Charlie Hunnam thing: