“Kegs will be tapped. Men will be used.”

post the best picture you have ever taken of your pet (if you feel like it):

I think it was after that Halston series he did I realized Ewan MacGregor is the gayest straight actor on earth. I’ve probably seen him in as many LGBTQ roles as straight ones.

I appreciate and applaud his 30-year commitment to male nudity and making out with dudes.

Having just rewatched Trainspotting, I’m having trouble picturing it unless it involves sinking into a carpet and being dumped on the sidewalk.

Orson Welles in a wine ad

“Ahhh, the death!”

Christopher Lee.

I don’t want ambiguity. I want to know it’s the end and there’s no getting out of it.

Terrible accents? Australian Toni Colette plays an American doing a fake British accent and it slips when she gets angry. It’s amazing.

Avoid the streets where the sidewalk includes stairs. It’s a trap. Nothing good happens on that block. It ain’t worth it.

Janky Photoshop is fine if you must.

(You do not have my permission to make this image. AI slop is the enemy’s tool.)

I just hope Trump’s last “Truth” before he croaks is truly nonsensical AI slop. Let that be his final word.

Like him as the new shah of Iran with the Sydney Opera House in gold behind him and surrounded by pandas in MAGA hats and Lincoln weeping. Just incomprehensible horseshit.

I geeked out when I visited the Hotel Del Coronado as a teen.

Corollary: The most surprised anyone has ever been in history were the indigenous people who saw Columbus unload horses.

“It’s taller than a man! It runs faster than a jaguar! And the white dude dresses it up and tells it where to go! I don’t know what it eats, but I assume babies.”

Holy shit!! @shudder.com becomes the home of TALES FROM THE CRYPT. Streaming once again after a 30 year hiatus! And nearly one year before my book on the series drops in 2027! Best day ever.

Nope, executed for his own murder.

Miss Autopsy’s sister episode Guy Kills to Play Hamlet, Plays Yorrick is also fun. Joe Pesci pretends to be twins is silly fun.

But Teri Garr fake-kills shitty husband for the insurance has an all-timer payoff. (Directed by Michael J. Fox!)

A statue of a gold horse with a silver Confederate officer (Nathan Bedford Forrest) waving a gun with a face like a demented nutcracker.

PS. Weird Little Guys is a fantastic podcast and the episode in question is Part 2 about the idiot who honored the Confederacy by building this.

I love @socialistdogmom.bsky.social podcast “Weird Little Guys” but trigger warning: She reveals this episode she is not a U2 fan.

U2 fans all know what date MLK was assassinated and where, thanks to “Pride (In the Name of Love).” They get the time wrong, but fix it when playing live.

Hush Hush magazine cover from LA Confidential touting “in the Joint with Mickey C” and “Ingenue Dikes in Hollywood.”

It did pass my other nitpick test - I’m a newspaper copy editor and get driven insane by bad prop headlines: wording, type size, ability to fill space.

It’s a movie about how things play in the press, and it nailed it repeatedly (including historically accurate variant spellings of slurs.)

The post for LA Confidential, with a big sexy Kim Basinger, a smaller but top-billed Kevin Spacey, a tiny Guy Pearce and an itty bitty barely visible Russell Crowe.

Dang it, there’s a 50-star flag in the background of “L.A. Confidential” (set in 1953). Perfect-movie status revoked.

I had to pause “Dolemite is My Name” when he turned up, sit processing for a moment, then spend 5 minutes blathering about the elder Von Sternberg and silent German cinema to my long suffering husband.

The extremely detailed parody of “The Third Man” may be the ultimate “who the hell is this FOR except me specifically?!” thing I’ve ever seen.

Baclofen. It’s like someone is turning up the gravity in here. I’m not calm, but I look chill as hell because moving is work.

What a lovely day to be on muscle relaxers. I’m gonna seem so outwardly calm when the mushroom cloud appears.

“You’re the vulgarian, you fuck!”

Quick show of hands, how many of your ancestors came to the U.S. rich, well educated and of refined birth?

America has imported the “third world” since before day one.

It’d be cool to have a government instead of a 4chan nazi slogan generator.

I’ve got maybe a dozen left, mostly from the 1930s that felt like a chore or harder to find. I should just polish them off now that I have more time, but I’m still catching up on more recent stuff.

a black and white photo of a man in a suit and tie sitting in front of a floral wallpaper . Alt: Paul McCartney looks disappointed in you.

I’m amusing myself thinking of a remake of “Yesterday,” but the only person who remembers The Beatles has no musical ability.

Just humming into a microphone and telling some poor engineer “and then it goes ‘Neerrrum…Strawberry Fields da da dum pa dum pum and there’s like horns? Bah bah dah dah!”

I demand to know what a squee poo is.

The Declaration of Independence, with 15 items marked with red arrows