You are always a most welcome sight at the St Stupid's Day parade! The civic landscape is incomplete without our Emperor.

I pretend to loathe the Bee Gees but really it's a bitter resentment that such amazingly written and arranged songs are buried under that shrieking nasal falsetto. Obviously it doesn't bother most people, as a kid growing up in the 70s it compounded with huge hair and rhinestone suits that adults were out of their…

She watched the theater troupe do a bunch of fake violence and gore. Maybe she got a fake blood prosthetic from Lady Crane under her tunic then strutted around Braavos throwing coins at sailors and acting carefree so the Waif would come "wound" her and see her "bleed out."

The first two seasons with the original cast had one of the strongest sketch comedy TV ensembles. There wasn't a weak or underused cast member. Even Artie Lange transcended his obvious Big Loud Guy role with gems like the post-hangover presidential debriefing.

Except Mack didn't really get to use his shotgun axe, in that he used the axe as a club instead of making short work of Primitives by lopping off heads.

Visceral hostility when Dane in his barista scarf and upward hair started playing the background music. You just know he's also a DJ.

I've never hurt for a villain like when it was revealed Zemo had been listening to his dead wife's voice mails.

I loved that they gave Cap's "no you move" speech from the comics to Peggy, quoted posthumously by her niece.

When Rollo recites battle poetry to his victims on Vikings my brain cuts to Rudy Ray Moore. "Man… move over and let me pass, or they gone be diggin these Hush Puppies out your mutha fuckin ASS."

Points for accuracy, that really is the most expensive unpasteurized brand of coconut water in the Bay area. Cases run about $60 at Whole Foods, a bargain since individual bottles are around $6. I haven't tried it to compare it against the $2 plebeian coconut water.

Looking at Earth through telescope / My space ship is clean and I love my job
Music of space crawls in my ear / I'm dreaming of girls and six-pack of beer
(four… three… two…)
I am Rocket Man! Beebop a lula! I am Rocket Man! Sha la la a la!

My ship is that Trish Walker wants to fight evil without super powers and gets trained up by a freelance Bobbi Morse. Mockingbird begets Hellcat.

Confession, when we first met Ruben I was ready for him to be Mack's husband. It's good to get some acknowledgement of Hell's Kitchen though in last week's send off I would not have minded having Luke Cage bartending. Shame it's probably not as simple as that.

No one would betray Gisla. She'd climb to the battlement, unfurl Paris's sacred banner, and shout the terrified infantry into beating your ass.

He also had a great documentary where the BSG cast pretended not to know or care who he was, except James Callis who pushed his own new theme song. Gaaa-ai-us Ba-al-tar, HE'S THE MOTHERFKING SHIIIIIIT!
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Rod Stewart's "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" as demonstrated in So I Married An Axe Murderer. https://www.youtube.com/wat…

Yes! The reviews of 10 Cloverfield Lane have made me want to spread the gospel of Matinee and MANT! for your combined bunker, John Goodman, and sci-fi needs. Had the good luck to pick this as a date movie back in my youth.

We Are Your Friends breathes a sigh of relief, high fives its bros, and drops the sick bass in the crispy tracks young rich white kids have a special gift to bring to the world. NNNTS NNNTS NNNTS NNNTS NNNTS!

For what it's worth the 2003 documentary Festival Express has complete Janis performances of "Tell Mama" and a phenomenal "Cry Baby" at the top of her game.

Nnnnggh I don't like to naysay anyone's labor of love and the production design is lovely. But so help me everyone's a hair from "Mother, you're alive!" "Yes, too bad YOU! Will DIE!" and dammit one of the renegades is Poochie.