Johnny Depp’s fingers are way too long.

Magnolia is the best. Julianne Moore great as usual, Philip Seymour Hoffman in one of the greatest roles of a great career, John C. Reilly putting every cop before him or after to shame, Jason Robards, and Tom Cruise in what might have been his last really good acting performance. Amazing movie. Plus, a rain of frogs!

Argh, the end of Magnolia was pretty brutal, wasn’t it?

I really wanted to go to one of these summer camps that culminated in a big dance with the nearby boys camp (see: Molly from the American Girls or The Interestings) but they were all Jesusy so I never went.

I’ve said it before but every time I see him interact with his daughters, every little in joke, cuddle, embarrassing Dad-ism, long suffering daughter eye roll, every time the pride and love he feels shines from his eyes and radiates from his grin I miss my father so much it’s like a gut punch. Lucky girls, lucky…

Want to hang out at Cheesecake Factory and flip tables and yell PROSTITUTION WHORE?

The dildo supply is a little low at the moment.

I miss weed.

Chelsea Girls is stupid good. That raucous, lyric opening narrative is among my favorite beginnings of a book.

This is some kind of universal subconscious. She has been so much on my mind lately that I went back and read Chelsea Girls last week. Then she appeared at the Golden Globes and now this.

The sign of a true American.

I don’t generally think of myself as a violence person, but I have this uncontrollable urge to punch that smirky expression off Paul Ryan’s face.

I love Neko. That is all.

She is a goddess onstage. I saw her last year as the opening act for Alabama Shakes and it was great to see her be so real and unafraid.

EJ is perfection. I could watch him gesture for hours.

The only acceptable kind of yellow face.

Hey Idris, what’s with this bullshit 2 episode season of “Luther’?!?

Can we have Happy Endings back? Please?

Also, Casey Wilson is amahhhzing.