Chris B

The media never cared. They're owned by billionaires. They've been normalizing him since 2016.

First 6 Days of Iran War Cost U.S. $11.3 Billion, Pentagon Says

The 2026 National Science Foundation budget is $8.75 Billion.

If you’re in the audience at a music awards show and the artist on stage asks you to make some noise, scream like you’re being stabbed.

Imagine, if the Democrats hadn't colluded to crush Bernie Sanders and elevate Donald Trump's candidacy, we could be spending that money on healthcare.

on the bright side i can't imagine losing a democratic primary against ilhan omar as an ICE lawyer is much work at all

Directed by Richard Aoyade!

So obscure, I can't find a trailer for it! But here are Roger Ebert and Richard Roeper reviewing it...

Henry Blake should have shown up as a ghost in the "M*A*S*H" finale.

Gotta say that this is some extremely creepy language. And the argument basically is... that if the prevent people from treating gender dysphoria (adults, in this case), that they'll just... stop having it? That's not at all how any of this works.

Snowball's relentlessly clingy this week. He's Glenn Close clingy. He's gonna boil my pet bunny and I don't even HAVE a pet bunny. He's gonna buy me a pet bunny and boil it.

Snowball, a fluffy brown-and-white Siamese cat, is curled into a crescent shape on a white desk beside a computer monitor. One little white paw curls upward. His face is nestled upside-down upon a beat-up red mousepad, while one of his back legs stretches toward the base of the monitor. My forearm rests beside him, and the corner of the monitor shows a paused segment of The Majority Report.

I've seen stalkers less clingy than this guy.

There’s no Sharia law in the U.S. There’s no push for, likelihood of, nor hint of Sharia law in the U.S. What there is, though, is an ongoing right-wing project to push white Christian nationalist beliefs into public school curricula, the media, the internet, sports, and people’s personal lives.

The “How Dare You Practice Democracy When It’s Clearly Her Turn!” people are here. Whatever you do, don’t remind them that it was Hillary who gave us Trump. www.salon.com/2016/11/09/t...

At least some of it was because she was a terrible candidate: a smug corporatist and a warmonger, who is even now on a PR tour promoting a friggin' genocide. Trump's the absolute Antichrist, but we weren't going to beat him with a center-right Dempublican.

Got a call from an unfamiliar Florida number, from a guy with the world's strongest Indian accent, claiming to be with the Border Patrol and informing me of suspicious packages received under my name.

I don't know why my phone identified this as "probable spam." It was clearly official and legit.

I love how throughout FOOTLOOSE, John Lithgow is a fire-and-brimstone preacher who thinks dancing is worse than murder, but then at the end, he’s like, “Was I being a little much? I think maybe I was being a little much.”

Because religious fundamentalists are so introspective and open to change…

I saw them at the Universal Amphitheater in the ‘90s. Had no idea who they were but a friend had an extra ticket, and I was blown away.

Technically a lake creature, but close enough.

incent Price as Roderick Usher in Roger Corman’s 1960 film House of Usher. Price, with pale skin and swept-back white hair, sits in an ornate, high-backed carved wooden chair. He wears an elegant dark blue Victorian-style coat with a high collar, a black cravat, and a white ruffled shirt. Resting his head against one hand, he gazes forward with a brooding, aristocratic expression. The background is warmly lit in amber tones, and a small classical statue stands on a pedestal beside him.

I would have thought Roderick Usher too frail of health and haunted by personal demons to co-host a podcast.

DR. DOLITTLE (1967)

This cat now wants to spend the whole night cuddled up to me. It's cute but impractical as hell. I'm trying to type. I'm trying to mouse. I'm trying to see my damn screen. Am I going to have to delegate those first two things to him?

RUBY SPARKS

Snowball was pressed against me, trying to sleep. I nuzzled his face repeatedly and baby-talked at him, and he let out an exasperated sigh.

All right, cat. HINT TAKEN.