I imagine Klingon actuaries have plenty of free time.

Can they do animated tats yet? I wouldn’t mind a Stephen J. Cannell.

For years, a debate has raged among scientists as to which ancient creature represents the first true animal, sponges or jellies.

BIFF IZ PREZDINT NOW

I’ll never fly Dairy Queen again!

It’s shocking. We’re just numbers to corporate entities who operate like this. That being said, I enjoyed this tweet:

I watched The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957) recently, having not seen it in years and it was great stuff. The feeling of dread just builds and builds. It really sells the horror of the concept. 

Hnnnnngh!

Jorah needs some tea tree oil. And definitely a scratching device.

Stick around and we’ll find a way to blame Snyder for 2016.

Nevermind that or the Drumpf-ulcer forming in your gut, watch this instead:

Google chrome throws up a privacy warning, invalid cert, whenever I try to click over here.

Latent Gingerism.

I greatly enjoyed it. Scar-Jo was great, Batou was the coolest and Beat made a fine Aramaki, though I would have liked more of him killin’ fools. As for the casting, I was satisfied leaving the theatre that they explained it all in a neat manner.

Your mother cites precedents in hell.

The Flying Fox

Count your blessing, Lionel. There are worse ways to get... busted.

Timeless must come back. It has the best cast.

That scummy stepdad will pimp you out to his Russian friends.

Betty, Veronica, and Sabrina.