But Laurence Olivier can go fuck himself.

My favorite use of it yet (the fact that the folks in charge of the closed captioning thought that she was saying “OK, Burma” just adds even more fun):

And a hearty "fuck you" to you, too, random asshat!

Just a head’s up for anyone interested and not aware: Today’s “Hang Up and Listen” podcast over at Slate is entitled “What Happened to Deadspin, According to the People Who Were There”; the hosts interview Megan Greenwell (“who edited the site for 18 months before resigning this summer and is now editor of Wired.com”)…

Speaking of sports fails, the G/O editorial director (the guy who carried out you-know-who’s edict to shtick to schports) has quit:

Hi, and welcome to the AV Club! Since this is your first time visiting, yes this is just a recap of a single SNL sketch. Dennis Perkins has been posting them every Sunday after a new SNL has run the night before since... oh since before Univision bought up Onion, Inc. and GMG, inexplicably merged them, and Kinja swallo…

...also missing is “The One With Chandler In A Box,” in which Monica nearly dates her ex’s son...

Yeah, it seems like every six months or so Martin puts out another statement about how he’s sequestering himself in some remote cabin or fallout shelter or on some desert island and how he won’t emerge until he finishes the next book.

De Niro plays Frank Sheeran, the real-life South Philly truck driver who moonlighted, over the second half of the 20th century, as a hired gun for the mafia.... Adapted by Steven Zaillian from the nonfiction novel I Heard You Paint Houses.... After a lifetime of dispassionate bloodshed, of getting his hands dirty…

Basically. I’ve been half expecting it to fold ever since. Recent developments haven't inspired any renewed sense of confidence.

They already shuttered Splinter.

Several Deadspin staffers have announced their resignations today:

Evans’ singular persona that was so perfectly depicted in the film—deeply tanned face, oversized sunglasses, and big, booming voice—made him ripe for parody.

I use Rita Dove’s poem every semester when teaching African American Lit, Contemporary Lit, or both. Here’s a recording of her reading it for NPR, followed by a brief explanation of her impetus for writing it:

I definitely noticed it with Ms. Jacobson. In past episodes Melissa Bardin Galsky seemingly has used a deeper register when voicing her (I didn’t even realize that it was her for awhile)—similar to how she voiced Becky, the Devil’s assistant, on Lucy, Daughter of the Devil. In this episode Ms. Jacobson sounded closer…

Hughes was told “Needs more snark” by whatever passes for an editor at the AVC these days, and that was quickly followed by “Happy hour starts in five minutes.” 

I like yours better, too!

Hey now, we don’t need bureaucrats like you from the Office of Internet Rules and Relegations telling people how to talk good. 

The AV Club has done inventories and even previous AVQ&A pieces about Mondegreens before this, so I thought that this time the question was supposed to be about misunderstood rather misheard lyrics. Adams’s answer about “Piano Man” and McLevy’s answer about “Born in the U.S.A.” certainly follow that logic; but yeah,…

I think the question was meant to elicit misunderstood—rather than misheard—lyrics, and the first couple of answers that the writers give do that, but the rest are Mondegreens, so you’re fine. My personal misheard AC/DC lyric from when I was a kid is “Dirty deeds and the thunder chief” (which I guess seemed like a…