Yikes, this is super sad. The image of her son asleep alone on the pontoon boat is heartbreaking. I live in an area where most of the closest bodies of water are alligator-infested swamps, so I have a healthy fear of it.

Funny how West’s mentally ill outbursts almost always seem to sync up with releases of his various media.

I saw it. It was pretty crazy-in-a-good way, but not what you’d call a “biopic”.

Someone commented in a Facebook group along the lines of “Even if he didn’t have anything to do with that, he’s still got bodies under his floorboards”. I know conventional wisdom says there’s no wrong way to grieve, but “I slept with my wife’s cremains like it was a teddy bear” begs to differ.

Was hoping for a Lizzie Borden biopic but this looks good, too.

It’s almost as if white supremacy is these ding-dong’s only north star and everything else in their so-called belief system is negotiable.

Came to the comments desperately hoping to find a comment that said this. I feel like I’m being gaslit when critics and pop culture writers slobber all over his movies.

I wouldn’t object to a monument of Stonewall Jackson if it depicted him getting shot by Confederate camp guards.

I thought this was going to be about those memes of people pointing guns at their junk. To, uh, “own”... slightly more responsible gun owners.

So the ramp was frozen even though it was a hot day? Wow, West Point should raise funds by charging money for people to tour this Mystery Spot-esque contradiction of basic physics.

It’s like people who scramble around for some violation committed by anyone murdered by police. “He had just stolen cigars! Her tail light was out! He was arrested for possession a decade ago!” Even if those things are true, I don’t know who needs to be told this but cops aren’t supposed to murder you on the spot for…

Stevens is making some interesting choices post-Downton Abbey. I could hardly believe that was ol’ stick-in-the-mud Matthew Crawley in Apostle.

Acceptance, the final book in Jeff VanderMeer’s Southern Reach trilogy. And I just started Daniel Defoe’s A Journal of the Plague Year on audio.

My brother is a gamer who I don’t think has ever watched a single episode of The Simpsons, but I once explained Bonestorm to him and he now uses it as shorthand to talk about any aggressively violent game. (Also too Disemboweler 4 and its amazing tagline “the game where condemned criminals dig at each other with rusty…

I started watching Archer on Hulu; I honestly don’t know what took me so long, as I find H. Jon Benjamin’s voice so inherently hilarious that he could probably make me laugh by reciting the alphabet.

I mean personally I think that one statue of Forrest should remain, on account of how hilariously deranged it looks. (It's also on private land, which would make its legal removal difficult-to-impossible.) The rest of 'em should be replaced with statues of Dolly Parton, obviously.

Well, if it helps, there’s no evidence he had those views, or at least that he ever voiced them, back in those days; he seems to have developed them at some point post-Great Recession. And I haven’t seen any indication that Johnny Marr shares them.

I used to love Morrissey’s whining mope ballads until I found out that he’s an anti-Muslim garbage human! ...oh wait, that one’s legit.

His documentary Outrage could use an update too, since most of those politicians are long gone. It’s not like politicians in red states stopped trying to chip around the edges of LGBTQ rights just because Obergefell passed. There could be an emphasis on things like gay couples adopting children and bathroom laws.

Sunday’s episode of Swindled started with the same clip of Jones’ speech, so I heard it twice. It didn’t make me cry any less the second time.