Just starting the novel Welcome To Night Vale, and actually enjoying it; weird, because I don't particularly like the podcast. The narrator's voice just doesn't work for the material.

There's probably a bunch of horror movies or novels with the hook—"phoney medium get haunted for real", right?

Oy-Veh

Lemmy has definitely been mythologized, so he's got that covered.

My only resolutions were to 1) See more movies in theaters and 2) actually show up for work instead of sick-calling all the time. Saw Hateful 8 in a theater (good script, unnecessarily sadistic direction), and haven't sicked out yet, so that's something.

It's called Ownership.

It's bigger than both her tits put together.

Was City of Angels the one where MacLean played an old-school priest partnered with a liberal nun?

Took you THIS long to post this?

Is Von Oy's head that big in real life?

My resolutions—
Don't get bummed when 90% of these shows disappear mid-season.

WOOHOO!

So our long national nightmare is finally over.

Huh. My mistake.

Made-up words? Take A Drink!

DESCENDANTS of GamerGate. Ahem.

Just got back from seeing Hateful 8. Good God, y'all.

Damn, actually some things to look forward to in 2016.

I have the questionable advantage of spending my workdays at a grocery store, staring at the goddamn tabloid papers, so I knew a lot of these, for example, Judy Carne was dead. Oddly enough, Frank Gifford got more headlines.

Wait, Wayne fucking Rogers? Trapper John?