I think wishing a disease, even a fake one, on someone, no matter how well deserving, has kind of lost its luster as of late.

I thought the whole episode was hamfisted.

She didn’t.  She had a moment of paranoia and checked the back of her neck with a mirror, but no scratch.  Others saw a scratch on her arm, but I didn’t notice it.

So El Cuco becomes Dexter and Ralph becomes his Harry? You are fucking shitting us, right?

RE: The Outsider finale: Well, that was underwhelming.

I knew William Hootkins played Porkins in Star Wars, and was one of the government guys at the beginning of Raiders, but until just tonight I didn’t know the Raiders character was named “Major Eaton.” Jesus Christ. He had to have been like, “Ha ha ha, George, I know, I’m fat, WE GET IT.”

I like the “New Hollywood” of the ‘60s and ‘70s too, but I’m not an asshole about it, and it sure as fuck doesn’t prevent me from enjoying the hell out of Raiders or Star Wars.  Pauline Kael is to be looked up to for her writing, but she had a gigantic stick up her ass about some things.

They should do a sequel where the grown-up friends have a get-together to say goodbye to their recently deceased pal Chris Chambers, and then they take off to Vegas, where crazy shenanigans ensue. Think The Big Chill meets The Hangover.

Whenever I’ve seen her name written I’ve always wanted to pronounce it “de Wil-da,” because that was how the actor Brandon de Wilde (Shane and Hud) pronounced it. I really wanted to know for sure, so I scanned a bunch of YouTube videos hoping to find someone actually saying her name, but didn’t find shit. Then I…

Hey, maybe they should have a TV show about a young Indiana Jones.

I’ll revisit it once I get back in the mood for it.

You know, a two-hour block of old Batman episodes is probably on MeTV right now, why don’t you just watch that?

I had never read The Stand, so I bought a copy and started reading it. Just when I got to the part describing the infected family in the car, that was when news of the coronavirus outbreak first started hitting, and I was just like, “Ummm...fuck this,” and put the book away.

True dat.

At least it doesn’t look ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE THE ‘TUMBLER,’ is which was what the Affleckmobile looked like.

New Batman theme song: “He’s just a good ole boy, never meanin’ no harm...”

I find Vinheteiro’s droll demeanor endearing, but when it comes down to it, I’ll pick Vurro in the battle of keyboard eccentrics.

It was a single-car crash; he crashed into J.G. Ballard’s headstone.

Certainly not this kid.

Up to fifty years?  I would be shocked—shocked—if she got more than fifty days.