Angela Lansbury was a serial killer. True fact.

It’s a plot point. Writing a murder plot does not mean an author thinks murder is good. Or any other kind of plot for that matter.

During the tail end Great Recession, there was a wonderful article written about the problem of “Purple Squirrel candidates”. The premise being that at least part of the reason why there was such a seeming disconnect in 2012-2014 between available job applications and actual hiring was because HR had fundamentally…

I totally thought you were kidding!! I thought he had some crappy Banksy-lite on his car and that you found a vandalized car and posted that (and of course I didn’t click through at first, then I wanted to know how bad it actually was, and wow.)

Why am I not surprisd that that child drives a Matchbox car.

I’m mostly happy because I was prepared to pay $15 to see Hugh Grant passionately kiss Ben Wishaw to fulfill my own voyeuristic need, but it turns out I can see it for negligible dollars!

Lamborghini, the car for asshole millionaires with low self-esteem. Also, it looks like someone vandalized his car.

Taking another opportunity to state that Ben Whishaw is easily one of the top 5 actors working, and maybe ever. Thanks, goodbye.

The self spray painting is what lets you know this is personal to him.

I’m in. Stephen Frears and Ben Whishaw. Ben Whishaw seriously deserves to be 8-fold bigger than Benedict Cumberbatch, but perhaps he is deliberately charting a quieter course.

A BBC produced political mini-series staring Hugh Grant?!? Sold.

Paddington 3 looks weird.

Well now I have another reason for never purchasing/listening to his music. “You see, he takes cash only and he didn’t write down a mailing address on his car.”

I know we’re talking about Justin Bieber but why why why why would someone do that?!

Attention ‘Shoppers:

To be fair Claire Danes killed that technology theme a couple year ago.

Oh please. For all their complaining, you know damn their heads would explode if they weren’t invited.

Agreed. If I could attend one celebrity event and eavesdrop on everyone, this would be it.

I look forward more to the Met than the Oscars. The Met sounds exactly like the kind of event I would KILL to attend: getting dressed up in painful yet beautiful fashion, where it’s invitation only and you get to walk around, act like you’re better than everyone because you know you are, kiss somebody’s ass then talk…