Can we slip in Kenneth Branagh’s stare at 4.5? Or is that just me?

Gotcha. This is just one of those things I end up explaining a lot.

I work on a website that looks an awful lot like this.

History time!

My office recently moved from west LA (as in west of the 405) to Beverly Hills. It’s been a few weeks, and we’re still talking about our new commutes. I work with a guy who lives in Thousand Oaks, and I think he’s taken every possible combination of roads there and back. The verdict? It sucks, because all options…

Is the Canejo Valley really part of The Valley, tho? (Insert chin-scratch emoji)

See? This is why fish creep me the fuck out. How can you really tell if they’re alive or dead? You can’t... UNTIL THEY COME FOR YOU.

I have a DVD of the movie (it was a gift from someone who obviously doesn’t know me well), and I have had no desire to watch it. It may have been some spiritual passion project to him, but it looks a lot like imperialism to me.

A couple of years ago, a relative of mine died suddenly in his sleep. He left behind a wife and tween-age child.

I realized I couldn’t date a particular guy when Scorsese came up over drinks one night.

If I only entered intersections when I was absolutely, positively sure I would make it through - that nothing unexpected would happen in the couple of seconds after I started across - I’d never drive again.

That’s all true.

Calling it now: Daniel Day-Lewis is preparing to play a retired actor.

Yeah, sounds familiar. :/ My consolation was the realization that looks fade, but funny is forever.

I thought Barb was a pretty weak character - but at the same time, I recognized myself in her. Teenage me was forever the designated hot girl’s friend, the one that the DHG told her mother was going to be coming along - so, of course, nothing crazy was going happen, GEEZ. Yeah, I was the odd one out at most parties. I…

How are you with late nights and loud music? Since I hit my 30s, I’ve made probably 75% of my new friends by going to karaoke at dive bars one or twice a week. I don’t always sing - mostly, I shoot the shit with people, and some of them turn out to be people I enjoy hanging out with. And if I don’t find anyone I want…

Forget a boatload of popcorn.

Wait... You mean all this time, the major studios were wrong about there not being an audience for women-led films?

I grew up with a German Shepherd/beagle mix! Suuuuuuch a good dog. She was charming: Sweet, friendly, and protective of her people without being aggressive about it. She loved it when our cat groomed her like a kitten, despite the cat being maybe a fifth of her size.

Besides the lovely weather, I’m happy that I had the option to lie around and do nothing today.