I don’t know who this Kid Mero is, but I like the cut of his jib.

fretful of the spread of “alt-right” video bloggers

The last movie I saw in a theater was Zodiac. At some point around that time I realized I hate them with a passion and there’s nothing I want to see so badly that I’m not willing to wait a few months to watch it in the comfort of my own home. (This has nothing to do with Zodiac itself, which remains one of my favorite…

I work for a company that has Hershey as a client, and I’m friends with the account manager, so whenever he goes to HQ I can usually count on getting a giant sack of assorted candy a few days later. No one ever eats the Whoppers, so I get ‘em all. I like them with my afternoon coffee, the hot liquid causes a delicious…

Same, although even without that the chance of me listening to something that sounds like it was named by some edgelord whose balls haven’t dropped yet was already diddly:squat.

I don’t know what that is.

I’ll try to cram that into my busy schedule of never listening to it.

“Amy, why would you want to be President?”

This is so local I’m not sure it counts as “pop culture”, but I would have to say the one and only shoe I’ve gotten from Krewe of Muses in nearly a decade of being at their parades. It’s dripping with pink marabou and glitter.

According to reliable memes, it’s a drag queen and a Muslim woman peacefully coexisting on public transit.

On the one hand, I’m not sure reviews of movies we all know are going to suck—budgets funded by bake sales and MyPillow, scripts that started out as Chick Tracts, actors whose previous experience consists of fundamentalist “hell houses”—are strictly necessary.

In the vanishingly rare case I ever get disgustingly rich, I’m going to hire an accountant, hire an accountant to watch that accountant, and probably hire a third accountant to watch the second accountant. Of course, they could all still conspire together to rip me off, so maybe I should just convert everything to…

the former First Lady kept a digital clock, a gift from a friend, that “displayed how many days, hours, minutes and seconds remained in Trump’s term.”

Noted YA author Kazuo Ishiguro! Author of such YA classics as The Remains of the Day! I don’t even think of Never Let Me Go as science fiction, although I have no argument for anyone who wants to put it into that category.

Blackout is good when Rami Malek is talking, but the scenes without him suffer by comparison. Also, all of the bad New England accents make me think of Bevins Maroney from Done Disappeared.

Well, I did just get a turntable... so far I’ve been limiting myself to whatever I find in the $1.99 bins at a couple of local-ish record stores. It’s kind of more fun when I just see what my rummaging uncovers, as opposed to having a list of things to buy.

“I don’t buy books online! Terry supports local businesses!!”

Does Lecy Goranson have a really haggard portrait hanging in her attic? She’s hardly changed from the original series’ run.

I might want to see this if it was about a bunch of assholes who also played good, or at least historically important, music. A movie about a bunch of assholes in a hair metal band? Hard pass.

Wait, there are Twizzlers that aren’t pull n’ peel? Huh.