A Pulp b-side that was already used in two soundtracks? I don’t think it was that much. I love me every pulpy bit of Pulp, but... I doubt they’re making much money from anything other than “Common People” and some nostalgic listens to Different Class on Spotify or whatever.

That fake trailer, that’s from This Is the End, right?

It’s a terrible song, for sure, but did Kesha really deserve it?

I’m glad my name isn’t Alan Dershowitz. It’s Alan Dershowiz. Phew.

I have my moments.

Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but this was just a direct reference to the character I’ve named myself after, from the series of, ahem, old-timey games called Monkey Island.

It is not.

How appropriate. You fight like a cow.

Hey, fellow Russian, always nice to see you still kicking about.

I know, right? It’s not like it’s his pièce de résistance like Citizen Kane or something. It’s a studio-ordered and studio-controlled (oh, sure, he fought them, but, honestly, if they’re letting this exist, it doesn’t bother them that much) superhero circlejerk, the entire reason for which is “hey, look, all those…

In the comments he said she follows him again now. Good for him. This was actually very cute.

The beginning of this article reminded me of that classic NewsRadio episode.

Or sex dolls.

Wow, starting off with the Sylvia Plath’s head in the oven joke. That’s... rough.

News about people announcing nominations. My meta-o-meter is overloaded.

Why would you insult her like that?

Yep. This.

Did Trump die?

Not everyone can afford something remotely approaching a movie theater experience. Me, for one. So I’ll gladly pay our still rather cheap Russian movie ticket prices to watch it on a big screen in a big dark room until I’m well on my feet financially to buy myself all the necessary equipment for my place.

You’re truly an interstellar dark knight of jokes. Dunkirk.