“Dracula musical!!!”

My favorite example of Lorne’s impeccable eye for talent is that on the same day, he auditioned John Mulaney, Donald Glover, Ellie Kemper, TJ Miller and decided to reject all of them and hire Bobby Moynihan.

22-11: Anything where he tries to do an accent.

Win Butler for the, um, win.

This would be great, if the democrats hadn’t shown their own aptitude for shooting themselves in the dick. In fact, this wouldn’t even be a story if the democratic party of New York hadn’t been so inept. 

Anytime you feel the need to include, “Yes, the holocaust was horrible...” you may want to rethink whether or not you want to hit publish. 

The flashbacks in Station Eleven were amazing. But a traveling theater troupe is every bit as insufferable as it sounds like it would be. 

The Banshees of Inisherin was good, but holy hell, was it depressing. I get the black part. Not so sure about the comedy part. 

After reading this entire article, I can safely say that my biggest issue with him remains that his music sucks. 

Mockumentary. You know, like The Office. And Parks and Rec. And What we do in the shadows. And Reno 911. And...

Alright, I’ll be the one to say it. Abbott Elementary is...fine. I just find it odd that a show that repurposes the tiredest conceit in comedy is somehow seen as revolutionary. 

I’ll ask the question again. Are we sure that Grammy voters even like music? 

Gasoline fire? Has Zoolander taught us nothing?!

I’m not entirely sure Grammy voters even like music. 

My wife had never seen Grey Gardens. So we watched it and watched the Sandy Passage episode immediately after. I can honestly say it’s the hardest I’ve laughed since the start of the worldwide plague. Watching them back-to-back really captures the specificity you write of here. 

And what about the vaccine? What are her thoughts on that?

The servers, in turn, are notorious for treating customers who aren’t famous or have the misfortune of having more than 4% body fat with barely concealed disdain. There are no winners here.

Counterpoint: Fuck Balthazar

I got an email from Ticketmaster about the change that ends with “Don’t worry. Your tickets are still good.” Oh, thank god. I was worried I might get screwed out of the opportunity to see a band I never heard of open for a sexual predator. 

Loving is easy when you don’t bother to ask for permission.