So Tim Shaw’s race picks its leaders by teleporting them 500 galaxies away to a technologically primitive planet and having them kidnap a single unsuspecting human (not even a Schwarzenegger-type human), and the only rule is “no weapons?” And the guy STILL decides he has to cheat?

30 seconds after his conceptualized that Coke ad during the meditation session. 

Fools. The spiders are but another symptom, not the cause.

* withdraws into shadows *

“Chocpiling” was RIGHT THERE

Disagree about the pure comedy.  I thought it was a wonderful swirl of laughing at it but also finding some moments of beauty and truth.  Like Helen says, what if it’s bullshit AND true?

I am a huge Star Wars fan.

I’m much more concerned with the way that roll of toilet paper is put on the hanger thingy.  It’s backwards you animal!

I am. Fuck alternative medicine. Fuck Dr. Oz. Fuck Gwenyth Paltrow and double fuck Alex Jones, and sideways triple fuck David Wolfe. Fuck Oprah while we’re at it. Fuck anti-vaxxers and fuck those shitty copper bracelets. Fuck magnetic soles for straightening your chi. Fuck fruit cleanses and hot sauce detoxes. Extra…

I imagine he hangs around the same type I encounter here in San Francisco, where it’s definitely not OK to ask people what they do for a living when you first meet them. You ask them if they’re an artist or a musician or how they met the host, etc. You ask them fanciful questions about their their soulful side. But…

He accidentally set it to record every episode every time it's on any channel. He keeps telling me to fix it but it's too funny not to

“How’s everything tasting? And can you keep down the sobbing and accusations of adultery? It’s disturbing table 3.”

I had that feeling at the end of Spider-Man: Homecoming. Legit thought my bladder was going to burst when the silly PSA with Cap finally came on the screen. The irony of what he had to say in it was not lost on me as I ran top speed out the theater door to the pisser.

If you look at the call sheet you will notice you were actually auditioning for Paddling Tony. Though the lead character also happened to be a bear wearing only a raincoat.

Judging by the photo, what’s going on with Jim Carrey is that he’s Dale Cooper’s evil doppelganger.

I just learned that there was a Ronettes-style pop song from the ‘60s with the title “He Hit Me and It Felt Like a Kiss.” It only got a few weeks’ worth of radio play before being pulled because people complained that it sounded like an endorsement of spousal abuse. Carole King later said she regretted having been…

Ancient blasters and hokey weapons, no match for a good religion.

I wonder if Kim ever interrupts him while he’s watching a video but assures him “Imma let you finish.”

It didn’t help that, at a personal level, everybody who knew him considered Peter Cushing to be almost Mr. Rogers-esque in his kindness and consideration. He actually started using mints in every scene of Star Wars because he thought that the line about his bad breath was based on something, and he didn’t want to…

Plus, and maybe it’s just me again, but we’re almost invited to root for Ripley, at least until he starts murdering genuinely nice people like Peter Smith-Kingsley, rather than just assholes like Dickie Greenleaf and Freddie Miles, whereas in The Departed he’s an outwardly charming but shallow and self-serving yuppie s…

Mna-mnemonic... do dooo do doo do.