Un-f***ing-fathomable that this made it to print.

Pretentious as people, or as performers?

Seems a *little* harsh.

I'd have started throwing stuff had she not gotten a nod.

Scorsese, of all people, would have known that the Jonestown horde drank Flavor-Aid. I mean, seriously, the studio had it all at that point: a profitable Kool-Aid flick and a high-quality Oscar-bait film that indirectly trashed Kool-Aid's competitor. Too bad none of the showrunners knew that.

Ooh, do tell! Oh wait, you will later. On YouTube. 'Cause you do that. Duh.

A Rorschach bookmark. I like the poetry of it. "My work is widely open to interpretation."

If the day comes when we get a new cat, I want one of THESE.

I saw that she got her freedom today. It's dumbfounding.

I believe it's called the Thomas Pynchon principle.

I despite garlic yet this picture is mouthwatering.

Calamity!

Of course, those were the kinds of stuffed animals his son had, so it makes sense.

Huh. Never thought about that!

😆This is the kind of story that makes me glad I developed no understanding of any professional sport.

HAHAHA. Oh man. What flopped?