Oh god, GRRM is one degree away from Whedon. Their meeting is one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. REPENT. EVERYONE REPENT. BEG GRRM FOR MERCY.

Nathan, you fool! Now you've been marked by death! You escaped the Whedon but I doubt you can escape so potent an avatar as G.R.R. Martin.

Anytime for the Cap'n. Tightpants or no!

Let's get this party started.

If "tight jeans" and "14 but older than her chronological age" are accepted as a legitimate defense against rape charges in a 21st century court of law, what are the odds that participation in a novelty fun run can also be added to the "not legitimate rape" list of extenuating circumstances?

I was all ready to jump on the Honey Boo Boo hate bandwagon, but just one episode showed me Mama June was more hands on than the rest of the reality mothers (Kate G., Michelle D., Kris K., Sarah P., etc). She's the only reality tv mom I've seen who seems to love her kids, not just pretend to care about them when the…

Indeed. Inaccurate portrayal of animal anatomy bothers me much more than whatever weird crap people are getting off on these days.

This is why Mama June, Honey-Boo-Boo's Mom, it so be commended, eternally! She's not spending the money they get from the show, it's all going into trust accounts in each of her kids names. They live on the income they bring in normally, AND they turned down the offer of a house by the TV because big houses have big…

I think you meant to include this picture, don't worry! I'm on it!

The late great 'Firefly' - by Joss Whedon. It's a short lived space western sort of construct, about a bunch of criminals in a spaceship led by Captain Tightpants himself. If you like wonderful stories, lovely actors and fun, you'll like this!

I was not ready for this photo...ugh, this is his best look, in my humble opinion.

I'll respect you, Mr. Cavill. I'll respect you all night every night. Sigh.

Hey there Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk... wanna hang?

During WWII, my Nana, Grandfather, Mother and Aunt were bombed out of London. They moved to the country, and lived in a 10x10 shack my Grandfather built. My mother was born in 1940, my aunt in 1942. In 1943, living in a 10x10 shack, on rations, during a war that her husband was actively serving in, my Nana got…

Speechless.

I came on here to say this and here you are, all perfection and shininess...

Spoil-not-Game-of-Thrones.

What no Frank N Furter?

I think Ms. Weaver should bump the 300 or Ms. Berry off the list.