"The realitysphere" is some Orwell-level newspeak.

If you can think of a better way to prepare for eating a Guatemalan insanity pepper, I'd like to hear it!

I'm really glad you went for that reference, as I gave up on trying to shoehorn it into my comment after multiple attempts.

Y'know, his ex-wife's first name is also Kelly. I smell a conspiracy!

Gracious, all the ups in the world for dropping a Cowboy Wally allusion.

Curse you, monkey's paw!

It really is such a massive relief not to have all of those feeds occupying my mind anymore. I'm a writer by trade, so I still pop onto Twitter and Facebook to share whatever I publish, because that's the only damn way to get anyone to see things these days. But not reading my feeds has made a huge difference in my…

For the past couple of years I'd been wishing with all my heart that something awful would happen to Twitter and Facebook to finally break me from coming back to them. Turns out the election did the trick. Getting me out from under that onus is one of the only silver linings from that mess. Since then I've gotten way…

This reminds me that the introduction of Fat Albert in Cosby's "Buck-Buck" routine is one of the great comedy moments of its era. Cosby can try to wreck that all he wants, but I'm not gonna let him take that away from me.

Oh boy, have I finally reached the old-person stage of mashing up movie scenes in my head? Is the next step expressing my admiration for Dean Stockwell anytime someone mentions Harry Dean Stanton, ala my mother, or being constitutionally incapable of pronouncing "Scorcese" correctly, ala my father? However it plays…

And a "fecal freak!"

As a teenage superfan of both the Tarantino* aesthetic and Warren Zevon, that movie disappointed the hell out of me. On paper it seems hard to go wrong with Andy Garcia, Treat Williams, Bill Nunn and a leprous Christopher Lloyd as petty criminals being hunted down by crime boss Christopher Walken and silent assassin…

As someone who devotes an inordinate amount of my life to watching forgotten genre trash of bygone eras, my take is that sometimes these things just take time. It's the same reason that so many critically reviled, objectively bad grindhouse flicks from the '70s can be so much fun to watch, while modern attempts to…

I wouldn't call myself an Outbreak superfan, but Kevin Spacey's death scene is the one thing I remember most clearly about that movie. He gets a rip in his hazmat suit while working with the virus, realizes what's happened, and immediately seals himself in the testing chamber so his colleagues don't infect themselves…

Looking it up, that seems to be the one I had. It was fun for what it was. Even though I couldn't beat it, I did enjoy making it to the room where Hitler just walked back and forth in front of a conference table trading "Heils" with his advisers.

I've never been much of a gamer but I did have the floppy-disc Wolfenstein for my old Apple IIE, the one where the graphics were all green you just wandered corridors shooting Nazis. I tired of it pretty quickly because I never figured out how to get past the Hitler room without getting gunned down by half a dozen…

Good to know. Walsh, Huskey, and WSGLL are all hit or miss for me, but I love them all when they're hitting.

Playing the physical embodiment of the concept of CNN.

Classic Showbiz with Kliph Nesteroff is proving very good. I knew nothing about the weird, doomed life of gay stand-up pioneer Ray Bourbon going in, and I'm glad that I know a little bit about it now.

I would not at all be opposed to Mookie taking that character to an actual sketch show.