I kind of get it. “Blade Runner” is one of my favorite movies, but I irrationally hate how, after Roy Batty’s monologue, there’s this super cheesy shot of doves flying through the sky in slow motion. It’s... dumb. And it’s hopelessly on the nose in a movie that otherwise isn’t to a surprising degree. I find it…

Eh, highly debatable.

OH MY GERD I LOVE JIDJA GAMES THIS IS SO FASCINATING MAYBE I’LL FIGURE THE MEANING OF LIFE BY MEANS OF THESE FUCKIN’ TRAILERS

Fucking seriously? It was oral. The obvious answer is oral. He could maybe trick somebody if it was only ever oral contact, and only then if he were shaved shea-butter smooth.

Obligatory plea to newcomers to please watch it in 4x3, its original aspect ratio. There’s a cropped 16x9 version out there that’s somewhat of an abomination. “Cowboy Bebop” is one of the finest pieces of serial writing in any medium (not to mention one of the greatest works of sci-fi, and its masterpiece hard bop…

See, this creates an enormous ontological issue for me. If something can only be scrutable by dint of its inscrutability, then one must define inherently the insrutable-ness of things, and at this point we’re dealing with Hegel. And Hegel frightens me, frankly.

Sinbad has been my GOAT ever since his Eric Andre appearance, thus I take his opinions on sandwichness as gospel. This topic is closed, people.

Obviously Pence can’t even type without his mother present, given that O’s look suspiciously like vaginas.

Scrutable still disappoints me, though. If something is scrutable, why can’t I scrute it?

Ah shit, I forgot the obvious one.

Some possible counterexamples, but I don’t know for sure...

I literally just had a transcription house complain that I need to stop using [sic] tags because, and I quote, this professional transcription house “does not know what sic means.”

I have disturbing news for you both:

I have to admit, the comments on this article are both illuminating and sobering.

Yep, we should presume guilt in fucking high-school students based on their Craigslist posts. Great! Makes sense to me! Honestly any sort of presumed guilt should get them sent to the Gulags. I don’t want any fuckin’ rabble-rousers getting their bona fides, you know?

If we were all held accountable to frightened mothers held at the mercy of authoritarian American school districts, then we would all be well and truly fucked.

Nope. Fuck you for telling a teenager how they should deal with their present situation. Fuck. You.

Oh, fuck you for justifying anyone who possibly could have seen this as a threat.

TNG provides us all the best fruits.

“Waka/Jawaka” and “The Grand Wazoo.” If you want to get a bit in the weeds, in terms of hippy blues, there’s also “Hot Rats.” Likewise “Uncle Meat.” And if you want to get full-out classical/pretentious, there’s “The Yellow Shark.”