Yeah, I saw a couple of pictures and woowee that’s some weird stuff. All the minions on here saying, “So I guess we have to cancel mayonnaise now since it’s white?” need to shut up. I’ve been forced to attend rich white people nonsense before but this takes the K-K-cake.

yeah but you’re nobody so it’s OK

Your use of the term “nothing-burger” raised suspicion, but it was your pointing to the Root getting no traction with this story—as if participating in some KKK-lite version of the last scene in “Rosemary’s Baby” is perfectly OK since da blacks don’t seem to care—that made me realize you are entirely full of beans.

I love this movie unabashedly, party for what Jesse calls its “leisurely, luxury-class confidence” and partly because it was the first movie I watched after moving to NYC. The movie’s mix of glitz and silliness matches that of Giuliani’s New York (pre-9/11), at least in my mind. My favorite scene is Pacino and Keanu wa…

This sounds banal and contrived and unnecessary and paint-by-numbers and I will be watching this with my kids.

Betcha $100 “The Colostomy Bag” (Jägermeister, Evan Williams, Mountain Dew, half-eaten GooGoo Cluster) will be on the menu by July 1.

Looks great! Of course I’ll have to check-see whether the Catholic Standard gives this a “Morally Objectionable” but assuming everything checks out I think we have a winner.

- It’s 2:24, Lieutenant — you still have 49 minutes!
- Be reasonable, will ya? We’re trying to cooperate but you’re not giving us enough time to work with.
- 49 minutes!
- We’re dealing with City Hall, for God’s sake. You know what a mass of red tape that is.
- 49 minutes!
- Look, I know how to tell time, too, but we…

Speaking as someone who lives near a train tracks, yes, trains really can be that long, particularly freight trains like that one appeared to be. If you get stuck as one is coming by, you may as well shut off the engine because you’ll be there for 10 minutes at least.

I remember the print ads for this movie showing the blimp over the stadium with the tagline, “It could be tomorrow!” and thinking wait a second, that only works if you’re looking at the ad on a Saturday.

Ain’t nothing wrong with thinking Glenn Close knew that song

Maybe this is a trap, like when the police tell wanted fugitives they won a boat and need to come down to the local municipal auditorium to pick it up?

Newton for the W

Yup

Oh, it’s a ride, all right! A very WILD ride!

A collection of Guided By Voices unfinished demos is the ne plus ultra of albums I can wait to hear

He looks like Glass Joe auditioning for the lead in a Vincent van Gogh biopic

I can only imagine how Woody Allen must feel about seeing something valuable taken away from him and not being able to say “no”

Scorsese can complain all he wants because he’s a brilliant filmmaker and the vast majority of superhero movies are formulaic childish treacle, but what’s going on now with the film industry is an ass-pinch compared to the gang-rape happening in music and publishing.

I don’t know Phoebe Bridgers but Crosby is a little bitch and his famewhoring knows no bounds. He’s the Richard Dreyfuss of boomer icons. But I still love “Guinnevere.”