It’s Dogme 95, not Dogme 69, Lars.

He sure is a polarizing figure. Sucks to be him right now. How he ever got so successful, I’ll never know. But enough about James Corden...

The last scene is of a fat little boy playing with a snow globe in his 1950's New Jersey bedroom. “Go to bed, Georgy”, his mother says. He sets the globe down. Inside is a miniature Kings Landing. The End. 

Thank God. Jeopardy is a thinking man’s game show. Save that aspie buffoonery for Wheel of Fortune or Family Feud.

I hear that she and her band have sold their guitars and bought turntables.

This is indeed a disturbing universe.

It was Tarantino, wasn’t it? He’s got a thing for black people. Django has a lot of shirtless black men.

These aspie fuckwits are the new bronies.

There was a recent South Korean movie called Tunnel, about a guy trapped in a tunnel with a dog and a dead woman. He spends more than a month trapped under rubble, and doesn’t eat the pug or dead woman. He even stupidly shares food with the little dog.

Andy Signore? More like Andy Statutory, amirite.

So that’s where Reince Preibus and Saxby Chambliss got their names.

Old Man Yells at Clod

Dotard Chump said something stupid and insensitive? How out of character. A rare lapse.

Would you eulogize Billy Bob Thornton like that?

This cancer... this is not my kind of cancer.

Guess what? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more tulips!

Hey hey, I’ve been in Reno for six weeks. Did I miss anything?