I’m full of disrespect for Crispin, as a supposed author who still can’t handle basic grammar in his native tongue, and as part of the unfunniest comedy duo in Swedish history. And now this. Naw.

Yes.

I have no idea what “narrative timing instead of cause-and-effect” even means.

I’m just saying that anyone who thinks that a play session is an improv stage needs to find someone else to play with. Tell me what your character is doing, and only do a voice and accent when it’s crucial to the story.

I’ll just leave this here.

Come *due*, FFS

My degree of separation from Frank is now officially one! I briefly hung with Mr. McEneany in NYC in…1997?

I just wish Capaldi’s Doctor had been infused with a bit more Malcolm Tucker.

Let’s assume that some business was recording random security camera footage on broadcast-grade equipment (the only kind of video available at the time) and saving it - at enormous cost. That’s bad enough, but okay.

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