Don’t forget the ones who neither know or care what is going on as long as they get that sweet outrage hit.  Getting those people to mindlessly scream into the void is the Twitter and Facebook business model.

STNG S4 #21, written by Jeri Taylor:

Says the person absolutely sure THEY know what everybody REALLY means and invents a conversation between two people that only exist in their heads.

Twitter’s ravenous maw has consumed another one.

Mel Brooks and Richard Pryor would like a word. Maybe they could tell you that you can tell them apart by thinking about it for half a second.

Carson is, at least reportedly, actually a pretty good surgeon. (It's not as uncommon as you might think for a great surgeon to be otherwise bone dumb.)

My actual theater going declined precipitously as I upgraded my home set-up.  There are maybe 5 time a year now when a movie seems like it has to be an in-theater experience, and those are generally less films and more theme park rides.

I doubt that they are actually all that upset by Happy Holidays. It’s just an excuse to be aggrieved.

Do you stand next to those same people and breathe for two plus hours?

In fact, it seems like it would be perfect for a limited run series....

Wait, isn’t there a part in that song about being neat because he’s made of meat?

I don't know what generation Chromecast I have but it works, even if it does exhale what seems to be steam every now and then. 

Midichlorians huh? I was so hoping this show might avoid getting prequel smeared on it. 

“Meanwhile in movie “D”...for dumb.”

I got an 87 episode streaming and downloadable package as a perk during their Netflix kick-starter campaign. It’s still on there.

So really whining about "cancel culture" is just "But it's NOT FAAAAAIIIIIIIRRRRRR!" 

Kind of done with it on page 200 of the camping sequence in the last book.

Which did the court decide he owned? The book or the notes?

It isn’t a book to be set aside lightly. It should be hurled with great force. 

Oh, no, there was definitely the local video store, with the saloon doors and bead curtain, a convenient bike ride from my boyhood home. Looking back, there is NO WAY the clerk thought 14 year-old me was 18.  Didn’t seem to bother him much.