I hope Tami’s gun doesn’t discharge into her business.

This is the first I’ve heard of him, but I assume we’ve exhausted all the “who will fix her Ross now?” or “My Ross is broken, anyone know a good Mechanic?” jokes (or “jokes”) that I am not going to make.

I heard it and thought “Oh, somebody is dipping into Sting’s back catalog.” But I am old and hate new things, so...

Thank you for this. I’m very sorry your loss.

Huggins looks like he’s wearing one of those inflatable sumo suits, but the legs have a leak.

Probably Mike. I don’t think Jim is coming back.

I’ll be at the Regal Beagle sipping a Tom Collins if you need me.

They’re trained actors. Hollywood (or “Hollywood” to put it in the “they” context) tends to pigeon-hole performers, but most famous acting types have the chops to play just about any part. Glad to see McCarthy has enough cache now to take on less typical movie roles.

Burfict is going to die before he’s 40, right? I’m not wishing it on him, but he just seems like the kind of guy who, when he is out of football in a few years, is going to do some dumb shit that is going to get him killed, either by accident or because he’s going to piss off the wrong people.

When my kid was little, whenever she fell down I would get low and put my arms out like a a baseball umpire and shout, “SAFE!” Most of the time it confused her enough to keep her from crying.

We went out the day after we saw it to get the book. I will have to read it once Kiddo is done with it.

If Bannon loves Mussolini so much, I would be happy to drive him to the nearest Esso station.

It’s like the drunk guy at the end of the bar somehow became President of the United States.

Truly. Her work makes me swoon.

Shout out to Kate Beaton of Hark! A Vagrant for that bit of comic wonderfulness. #attributionalways

Aw, you’re too kind. Thank you very much.

Thanks, stranger. I find parenting is a whole lot of guess-work. Once in a while we guess right.

In much the same way that I would stay up way too late at night watching hours and hours of Trinity Broadcasting Network on the UHF channel of the black-and-white TV I had in my bedroom, I will watch the shit out of Scientology TV. I guess I just like having my jaw on the floor.

Took our pre-teen, out kid to an advanced screening of this last weekend. Any attempts by me to critique the film were crushed by the fact that our kid wept openly for pretty much the last 20 minutes of the film. When the lights came up, kid looked at us and said, “That’s me.”

“That’s Incredible” is the only good thing Fran Tarkenton ever did.