And I bet they fucked up the meme too.

Congratulations!

I go for the dumbest joke imaginable, and 90% of the time I end up sticking with it.

Every time someone refers to Yarvin as a philosopher, an angel shits its pants.

'Blogger' is the only correct term, and even then it should be said as dismissively as possible. He's the Geocities website of the intelligensia and everyone knows it.

It's big 'I sleep in a big bed with my wife' energy.

I give Spacey five years, and only then because he's got nothing left to prove in his acting career. What good is a comeback if you've already got an Oscar and millions of dollars?

Better than Steve McQueen's Hunger, I guess?

The interesting thing to me is how much input it takes for a showrunner to get credited on the script.

Between Fugitive of the Judoon and The Well, there were only two scripts (out of 32) that weren't credited (at least in part) to a showrunner or former showrunner: Villa Diodati, and Rogue.

Probably for the best. Maiden-Mother-Crone is just Fuck-Marry-Kill for people who got WAY too into Joseph Campbell in their university career.

I would have happily watched a version where Dugga Doo stayed on the space station and we got to watch him solve the crisis Die Hard-style.

I am not Ibsen, as you know.

Pope Tortellini IV feels like more of a stereotype than I'm comfortable with.

And there's a chance you get to add something wonderfully dumb to the lore of a longrunning franchise, which is really the best prize of all.

Jesus Christ, is he just posting Help Wanted signs at every AA meeting he can find?

If it helps, you never could have done your kick-ass Sontaran idea. You're not allowed to use the Sontarans.

Donna dealing with deep existential horrors of her own as her daiquiri runs out.