I’d gladly take FarmVille over people getting their social media dopamine hits from their Qanon page updates.

Twitch doesn’t want these carpetbagger racists coming in and taking views from their exclusive contracted racists, thankyouverymuch.

The sole thing I remember from this movie was a scene where Thurman tears off Wilson’s clothes while he’s in a work presentation and he’s depicted by a body double so blatant and egregious that it could have been a Naked Gun joke.

My favorite aspect of this movie is Tom Hardy’s utter and sincere commitment to finding the dumbest accent and just digging in.

This sounds familiar to The Toys That Made Us, which had a lot of solid context and history that it sounds like this doc lacks, but used the same hyperactive, too-cute editing style. I don’t understand why projects that cater to gen x nostalgia also have to be presented like a commercial from that era.

To my surprise, what startled me the most about that ad was seeing the old crt television.

I’m doing my part to compensate by playing Kassandra and solely crewing my ship with every single available female romance option in the game.

This is staggeringly poor design.In both style and substance. I can’t imagine for the life of me that whatever few advertising dollars squeezed out of this antiquated, off-putting slideshow would be worth alienating any sentient being trying to engage with this site.

His unsurpassed artwork aside, I am also very grateful that he seems like a thoughtful, compassionate person.

All due credit to Wandavision for bringing in Fred Melamed for that “A Serious Man” energy.

As tastes in illustration come and go, I’m glad Sienkiewicz continues to be admired for his fantastic work.

With Life in Aggro, it’s best to think of it less as a comic and more as a series of illustrated panels where some some may be interrelated and some may reference a thing, but neither of those elements guarantee a narrative.

1. Understandable

They wanted to provide that authentic stumbling around with a paint can stuck on head, foot shoved into a bucket DC experience.

James Adomian is a thin-skinned, whiny jackass, but his riff on Tom Hardy’s Bane voice cracks me up every damn time.

Once latex warms to your skin, it’s actually pretty comfortable! Unless it’s too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry out. But within a very narrow range of temperature and humidity, it’s quite pleasant.

No greater feeling of emptiness than cartoons ending, looking out on a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning and thinking, well shit. What now?

Like, what’s the alternative? Not watching a cartoon?

Looks like it’s confronting the dad dying of cancer.

Well, the trailer alone was sufficient to completely wreck me. Dunno if I need to watch the whole movie now.