Thanks for the thoughts, budget Jerry Seinfeld. What’s the deal with milk? yadayadayada.

Back in the olden days before cell phones and interwebs you could go out with someone, even more than once, and because things were slower, communication less instant and constant, getting ghosted was less painful. Answering machines were wonky, roommates flaky with messages, numbers juxtaposed, rejection was just…

getting one cheerleader wet

Side note: The Seattle market has been blessed with terrific radio announcers over the years who can paint a picture in your head without driving you crazy. Bob Rondeau is one, along with Pete Gross, Bob Blackburn, Dave Neihaus, Kevin Calabro, Arlo White, and Bob Robertson.

Mom?

Valerian was gorgeous to look at, but HOLY CRAP were those two of the clunkiest, most awkward leads in a movie ever. They had zero chemistry and I didn’t care about either of them.

That was a very cool, dramatic moment that elicited gasps and all kinds of vocal reactions from the audience I saw this with.

Part of me kind of would love to see him try to take Alabama to court, only to be ruled against by the same State Supreme Court he got himself kicked off (twice), and then if this sort of thing actually goes up through the federal system, get to the Supreme Court he flouted when it came to the Windsor ruling.

Dear Bono: Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.

The optimistic approach I have is this: I feel like Lord & Miller were too creative to sign on if the script was nothing but fanservice, and Ron Howard is too experienced to let Kathleen Kennedy bully him into making the movie nothing but fanservice. No doubt there’ll be fanservice, but I feel like it’ll probably be…

Do you blame them? They would have lost at least an hour’s worth of time had they stopped to help, wait for police, offer the dash cam, etc. Meanwhile their little kids are bored/tired/antsy and making an already tedious situation worse. Besides, then they’re just one more stopped car confusing everyone else trying…

“No.”

The White House Hanukkah party reminded me of this. Pretty sure that’s how 45 & Co. see things.

Dump’s entire foreign policy is the same as a dog finding a dead raccoon and an angry skunk: roll in one, antagonize the other, then head home to rub against all your soft furnishings.

I think Mattis and Tillerson have to be losing their damn minds trying to figure out a way to communicate to the tiny handed one that he’s seriously impeding our military by siding with the Saudi’s on this.

Sexual assault, legally, requires that it be done for sexual gratification.