"Will he be able to sing when he gets out of the here?"
"Yes."
"That's weird. He couldn't before."

You're still my hero.

Aaaaaand I now officially hate this weekly feature. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

Kid A is unlistenable. Half of David Lynch's films are unwatchable, including Mulholland Drive.

Shoah. Too soon?

It was certainly better than 90% of the crap on TV but I felt there was a steep drop-off from the first two seasons.

KING ME!

I wish Glazer had focused more on making this last season of Broad City better…

OH. So I guess DAVID LEE Roth doesn't count, smart guy?!?

I didn't have time to read this. So there's going to be a show about gay food, hosted by a rapper?

I wondered the same thing.

Apparently he stores them in the shower. Seriously, dude. Wash your fucking hair.

I still don't know how they can afford to film in Brazil.

Good call. That's exactly what I thought of.

It's 2015 and some people STILL don't understand polarity reversal on a deflector array. I blame the public school system. Thanks, Obama.

I can't think of a better example of a piece of entertainment that I really, really liked during it's first half, only for a seismic shift in the plotting to occur, leaving me hate-watching it until the end.

The bartender spit in his water. That's pretty hard core. (Not that I'm condoning murder or anything.)

About fucking time.

But…that baby…died!

I'm SO over Lena Dunham. Can we have another wildly over-hyped, marginally-talented Jewish New York broad now? This one is boring me.