“Mel Gibson, calm down” – Al Swearingen

I’m going to make a t-shirt that says “BIRDIE” and wear it to the I-value-the-right-not-to-be-raped-of-human-beings-over-some-vague-self-important-notion-of-Art festival.

“You keep runnin that mouth and I’m goin to take you back there and screw you.”

Love,

Cormac McCarthy

Highlight — Roofied Jenny was being stuffed into a taxi and Veronica Mars said, “Uh, oh, better call the fashion police.” HOW ABOUT THE REAL POLICE? I THINK THE FASHION POLICE WOULD BE KIND OF USELESS WHEN IT COMES TO RAPE EMERGENCIES.

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

–Langston Hughes’s official entry in the Videogum Caption Contest

Every single review I’ve read of this (slow day at work) mentions that they would rather watch Jay Leno. Is this some elaborate Seinfeldian scheme to make Leno seem tolerable in comparison? This is just like that Dane Cook movie My Best Friend’s Girl!