Just out of curiosity, how many of you burned yourself with a car lighter as a kid?

I once gave myself a serious corneal abrasion when I jammed a hockey-stick shaped piece of moulded plastic into my eye. It happened as I was being given a tour of a facility that required hard hats and protective eyewear for visitors. Yes, I almost blinded myself with the arm of a pair of safety glasses.

Not to take away from everything that followed, but “Lady-Anti-BLM” is clever as hell & I felt like it needed to be acknowledged.  

The thing he said was simultaneously harsh, but he also doesn’t realize just how hard it hit because at the time he didn’t know what had caused her to break like that.

Ha! When I first heard about Squirl’s moldy jam (my next band name?) I immediately thought of Theresa May.

well, right, in this case they have - spoiler alert! ;) ;) - the handmade [moldy] jam, which is not regular jam but requires the equivalent amount of skill and care to prep. 

every time he showed up was great and the dialogue was wonderfully written, for sure. I just feel like we needed a few more scenes to chart Roy’s arc from where he is when we first see him to the end of the movie. I know they have a reason for the change and it was solid, but it still felt a bit abrupt to me.

This moldy jam Pam also told Eater in an interview in 2016 when asked what allows her restaurant to be profitable- what her “cheat” is (ew), and I mfing QUOTE:

Off topic ish - Ever look up Samberg’s house because it’s pretty great. -

I’m impressed that this board game designer got to the top of That Chud’s shit list. You’ve got to muscle your way through women superheros, women actors, women cosplayers, women streamers, women writers, women critics, women youtubers, women politicians, and women comic book characters before he’ll even LOOK your…

Username tracks. 

I snorted. Thank you!

You seem like an incredibly nice person..

Which makes it even sadder to remember that Whedon’s 2012 adaptation of Much Ado About Nothing (which I really liked) was a gift for his wife, filmed at their house, and with the whole family involved in production. Man, nothing gold can stay.

I love this response. 

It took what it always takes: getting hit close to home. He had to sit in a NICU (much like I had around the same time frame) and see all these other families just like his but without the benefit of all his money. Hours sitting in a chair with another family just across a curtain talking to social workers and…

It was Tex-Mexpedited!

It tastes like feet!!!!!

Except for Swiss. Fuck that neutral, hole-filled shit. 

I think 30 Rock always had its heart in the right place with social satire, but there are instances—particularly in terms of queer representation—that haven’t aged well. This at least seems like a step in the right direction. And in the end, 30 Rock is still one of the best sitcoms of the century.