because even if there ever is a good year for a bunch of craven opportunists to launch doomed nomination campaigns that were only ever meant to raise the putative candidate’s national profile, this is not that year

dear mr. glover,

friend of mine growing up had six. (more accurately, his mother had six.) the house had a smell to it.

it’s not christmas until i have fudge and eggnog.

i’m astonished to not see untitled goose game listed here. i can’t think of a more relaxing experience. maybe it’s a me thing. when you get pushed around a lot in life, the desire to strike back builds up, but if you have a moral problem with that idea, where does that leave you? picking a low-stakes option where…

joanie, you scamp

oh man, he’s in trouble now

i had three cats growing up. one was developmentally delayed and had other emotional problems so she never left the house. one was older and had her tail bent at a 120 degree angle near the base from an injury she had before we adopted her, so she didn’t do much hunting. the other one caught a few birds and mice, but…

...wonderful and loving members of my family.

there is no universe in which that creature knows the word ‘indelible’

priscilla. duh.

i did and it’s fascinating. tragic to think that not only was she done so wrong by major studios as to preclude the possibility of ever trying again, in any medium - but also to think that even today she’d have a hard time getting a fair shake for a film adaptation of a story like this.

those kellyanne-conway-at-the-inauguration-ass pants

no

charitably, it could be intended to read more like titanic week did, but our proximity to the actual film’s release is admittedly suspicious

lil dicky’s entire career is him involving as many people as possible in his small-penis-shaming exhibitionism/voyeurism fetish, and i find it all horrible and upsetting; not the fetish itself, but the way it’s foisted en masse on an unsuspecting american public. if that’s your thing, go on chaturbate and enjoy a good…

haven’t read the entire piece yet but i had to come down here and express just how aggressively i will not take the word of the 1924 new york times regarding the quality of an adaptation of a woman’s novel

damn - that is pro-level cat action

i wonder if there are some victims of celebrity cults out here so dedicated to their animus that they sit there voting for an hour