Mine, too, on Comedy Central in the spring of 1993. I was immediately hooked, much like Little Richard and his goofballs.

I became much less of a Mila Kunis fan once I heard her doing her "Jim Beam commercial" voice.

Which is nice.

Yeah, I've been here three years at most and the decline is obvious even to my innocent and dewy eyes.

Brief Encounter or GTFO.

I wouldn't even want to split a stick of gum with him.

My mother-in-law and nieces were watching Hallmark holiday movies while we were all together for Thanksgiving weekend and let me assure you that I wanted to scream and throw the TV out the nearest window. I object to them heartily. (I also object to being crammed in a house with my husband's entire family for a…

Mitchell!

Remember that hackneyed line "I just threw up in my mouth a little bit"? I can't believe it, but I actually did. Thanks for that.

"Racist, angry corn husk." Thank you for making my day.

I have had many moments of frantically searching for the remote when 2 Broke Girls comes on. And yes, they need a buffer of some sort, a warning system.

"Mean stream conservative" = awesome typo.

I agree, the book gives you more nuance. It's terrific.

Oh man! I just loved that guy. He was so handsome, and Joe Mannix was the shit. RIP.

Andy Richter is one of my favorite celebrity-type people. It always makes me happy to see him pop up in things. And yet, I don't love him enough to watch fucking Conan.

I really want to see Jackie and La La Land, but apparently their release hasn't quite extended to my area yet.

Julie Bowen looks like Sunset Boulevard-era Gloria Swanson in the last picture. Yikes.

I've read far fewer this year, too. Part of it was the unrealized need for progressive lenses, part of it was way too much time online reading politics. In 2017, I'm planning to crawl into my books and pull the covers shut. I think it will be the only way to survive.

Shirley Jackson: A Rather Haunted Life by Ruth Franklin. An excellent biography so far, I'm a little over halfway through it. The tension between Jackson's domestic life, esp. her marriage, and her ambition to write is really interesting. Being a woman of talent in the fifties must have sucked ass.

I guffawed at that one.