I’m still a down-low stan, but I really love this song. Does the first stanza of “Sign of the Times” remind anyone else of a Beatles song??

I’m going to try to make “The Illegitimate Neil Gorsuch” the new Morally Corrupt Faye Resnick.

DO NOT watch Medici: Masters of Florence. There’s only so much man pain you can listen to guy (however hot he is) whine about.

What look is she going for in that picture? Coachella Belle?

I’m beginning to suspect that this British royalty thing was a prank that got way out of hand.

If my job involved pinning some alfalfa sprouts to my coat and pretending it’s all cool, I would be updating my resume.

That’s why I’m really looking forward to Star Trek: Discovery (if CBS can get their act together). Even if it isn’t good, it’ll be nice to imagine a world where humanity has learned to put exploration, knowledge, and compassion in the forefront.

Great minds!

Lucsly: James T. Kirk.

I really hope so. I’m ready for Vulcans to mind meld some damn logic into us.

Well, someone with the last name Cochrane needs to take one for the team and name their child Zefram.

He won for The Night Manager?? I’ve lost any faith I had left for 2017. That show was a farce from beginning to end.

Everything’s fair game in Trump’s America.

Well, we all need goals in life.

I still hum the theme song in my head when I’m strutting purposefully.

You jest, but a gravity-defying red ball of liquid isn’t much weirder than the actual finale of Felicity, now is it?

I’d even take another season of Rambaldi nonsense.

Found him:

Well, which one is the sassiest?