Ooh, censuring. I bet he learned his lesson real good, and will never immediately tweet out the same video again in a pissy show of defiance.

So what you’re saying is that I was right to burn down the local FOX affiliate all those many years ago.

Those newscasters must be made of strong stuff, going toe to toe with a peak-form energy vampire and not flagging a bit.

Now all they need is an all-star horror anthology series: “Tales from the Crypto.com Arena”

I would prefer not to.

Yeet the rich.

Ahh, why is there never a steep flight of stairs or an open elevator shaft around when you really need one?

And when they get some time alone with a prospective lay, they usually end up saying “Neigh”.

The noise was good, but I thought they phoned in a lot of the rock.

We can add Girl Talk and Girls Against Boys to the pile.

I personally am still shocked and angered to find that there are no horses in A Band of Horses. It’s not only a failure of representation. It’s also false advertising.

I’m just picturing Richard Donner on his deathbed, surrounded by sobbing friends and loved ones, as he raises a withered hand to cling desperately to Gibson’s sleeve and croak out “Mel… you must… make… Lethal… Weapon… Five…”, then he promptly flatlines.

Release the butthole cut of Clifford, you cowards.

This list goes to eleven, errr, to twelve.

We saw The French Dispatch last week. It has some great, laugh out loud moments, and the first of the three major segments is some of Anderson’s strongest work as a director, but it suffers from the usual problem I find in anthology films, in that the end result is very uneven. Not that the last two stories are bad,…

I wonder how long it took to come up with those lyrics.

My dog is like a rocket. Biggest. Reddest.

No need to fret. You’ve spun your web, just wait and see who lands on it.

Themi Lizardo? Of the Planet 10 Lizardos?

Also we must not forget that the mall Santa demographic is at extremely high risk for COVID.