This plaque, on seat BB-8, has been officially installed in the Wang Theatre in Boston. Thanks to @connorratliff.bsky.social, @patrickcotnoir.bsky.social, and Griffin “I do not want to join BlueSky” Newman for all the years of entertainment. Sorry to commemorate what was clearly a tough day for all.

Drop someone MAD:

I’m not coming out against the tradition of the diss track or the response song. I just think it’s crazy to start an entire band to rage against Florence Welch’s backup band. Especially to do so sixteen years before her band even formed!

Yourself, but as a cartoon.

Sad to learn that yesterday’s New Yorker newsletter lead story, “Why Everyone Has a Doodle Now”, is about *dogs*, and not about how I, too, will soon get featured on the daily Google homepage with a personalized image based on my accomplishments. I got a Time Person of the Year cover; why not this?

Hell yeah, supporting Muppet performer Amanda Maddock. Love to see it.

If you see this, post a spider man.

My Taskmaster Contestants I’ve Seen Live standings: s1 = 0 s2 = 0 s3 = 0 s4 = 1 s5 = 1 s6 = 1 s7 = 1 s8 = 0 s9 = 0 s10= 0 s11 = 0 s12 = 1 s13 = 0 s14 = 3 s15 = 0 (But will be 1 in Apr.) s16 = 0 s17 = 0 s18 = 1 s19 = 1 s20 = 0 10 out of 100 contestants. Not bad for an American.

Quote with your favorite film and album from the year you were born.

All y’all could have gotten me to watch The Residence much sooner if you’d told me the creators referenced Charade in it. I mean, sure, it’s just a remix of the Mancini soundtrack, and it’s in episode seven, but it’s still an homage to one of The Greats, and one must respect a showing of respect.

Alan Alda and Michael Caine should slap an injunction on Jane to make sure no one interviews her about any fond recollections of making California Suite. Or they could try it and see what happens to Bill Cosby.

This stayed with me, not because it’s a useful quote, but because it combined a pretty great comic escalation with the spirit of how my family played backyard badminton: steadfastly refusing to admit when the shuttlecock was way, way out of bounds.

Ohmigoodness, only an hour left of Wallace Shawn Wednesday!

After having read an umpteenth article about how great Krypto is in Superman because he’s both a good boy AND a little stinker and that dogs aren’t portrayed enough in movies as precious little jerks, I was finally moved to remind everyone that Streaky the Supercat is already best at doing all that.

We definitely had this in the communal pile of family comics. I can’t swear it was purchased in April 1978, but it was certainly beaten up enough that it could have been when we filed it alongside Adventures of Superman #432 and 433 in a gifted comp box of all of DC’s output from Sept/Oct of 1987.

I listened to Mal Blum introduce Springsteen as the musical avatar for being trans before singing “Dancing in the Dark”, and the simple truth of it has stayed with me. I hope this story and the Boss’ music continue to help other people, other eggs, as much as a shared musical cri de coeur ever can.

Happy July 4th to the US drop of the final episode of s̶e̶r̶i̶e̶s̶ — ahem! — season 19 of Taskmaster featuring the first American contestant. A well-deserved 1776 likes to the “original colonizer”. Hashtag Blinkered Jingoism, baybeeee!

See you tonight at MYNOCKS FROM SPACE: A Live Staged Reading of THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK! . Livestream tickets still available: swliveread.com . @jameswaterman.bsky.social @aurekfonts.bsky.social @patrickcotnoir.bsky.social @petetheretailer.bsky.social @alexrobinson.bsky.social

In honor of tonight’s live read of Empire Strikes Back, the wonderful MYNOCKS FROM SPACE, I offer my favorite reinterpretation of Empire: a book created especially for me by the son of my first boss and who loved that I also liked Star Wars. Cam is now… 33? — older than I was when he drew it for me.

Seven-inches that play at thirty-three and a third will never cease to confuse me. That said, listening to a chipmunk version of Olivia Rodrigo singing the first thirty seconds of “Stick Season” was pretty entertaining.

Happy 100th anniversary to Mrs Dalloway, which was published on this day in 1925. Of slightly less renown is the 1992 Penguin edition of the text, which contains the stupidest footnote I’ve even encountered: an explanatory note for something Woolf has the character figure out a mere sentence later.

Happy Star Wars Day from my college self, who hung this flier on the ride-share board at the end of his first year, with his actual dorm room extension on the flier. He even changed the outgoing message on his answering machine. I don’t recall what it was, only that it wasn’t, “Hello there.”

Jill Sobule was a huge part of my journey into 90s indie-folk, in part because she was, by necessity, accessible, leading the way in crowdfunding — before it was a term — to keep her career alive through fan support. She was my first outing after pandemic shutdowns, because she was worth it. #MHMBAB

April 19th is Irwin Schwab’s birthday, so happy #AmbushBug Day to everyone!

At that awkward age where I’m too old to meet and marry a 19 year-old Betty Bacall, but not quite old enough to play the romantic lead opposite a 25 year-old Audrey Hepburn.

Leaving instructions to have “Felt Cute; Might Delete Later.” carved on my gravestone.

Holeeeee hannah, it finally happened. Thank you, @thebugle.bsky.social, I will [treasure it always/put it on a shelf and have it gather dust]!* ǝʇɐᴉɹdoɹddɐ sɐ ǝʇǝlǝp *

While it’s not that I don’t appreciate these articles that list where to stream movies in memoriam, it’s just that I tend to be ready to mount my own little film festivals, often with films listed as “unavailable” to stream. www.vulture.com/article/gene... That said, search out The Package on MGM+

So many jokes about a sequel to Conclave are built on the premise that such a thing is unwarranted. All of these social media wags are missing the fact that the movie poster prominently tells us this is “Conclave 1”.

It was an accident, but I've found that a pretentious college-aged affectation for UK spelling but a dislike of the UK default male Siri voice has kept me from needing to uninstall or deactivate Apple Intelligence with every update.

I keep watching films and then wanting to do little double features: HARPER ➡️ THE BIG SLEEP : Basically have the same set-up: big house, cranky butler/maid, invalid client, crazy daughter THE DROWNING POOL ➡️ FLETCH LIVES : Both have the most cliché travelogue checklist approach to New Orleans

In idly reviewing my feed (on a narcissistic snow day morning), I’ve only just noticed the typo of “Hulk Hanks” in this post, and I’m now imagining a parallel world with Tom Hanks in the role of Thunderbolt Ross. He could have even worn his Sully mustache and reignited the Red Hulk controversy!

"These stereotypes were wrong then and are wrong now", every warning on Disney+ read. But, apparently, "now" stopped in 2024. And if they were wrong Then and they were wrong Now but Now no longer applies, we've hit a temporal problem that even Dark Hemet can't solve by going plaid.

Having just watched Robert Shaw in Jaws, I was about to rewatch him in Taking of Pelham One Two Three when the news of Tony Roberts’ death arrived on the wires. The scenes in Pelham with Roberts and the ersatz Koch in Gracie Mansion are some of the best in the pic.

Listening to Blank Check talk about directors who — unlike Lynch — can’t deal with life’s negativity and are just pointing at shit with no further comment or hope. And I was just thinking about how, 50 years ago, Jules Feiffer satirized that in Little Murders (dir. Alan Arkin). Ah, well. #MHMBAB

@patrickcotnoir.bsky.social In case @paulscheer.com wants to follow up on the Ewok song, check out the translation of the Ewokese by John Williams’ son, who famously sang with Toto.

Post your favourite #DoctorWho. Wrong answers only. Although, I may have done this wrong, as this is a fundamentally correct answer.

Well, if the title ends in an exclamation point, obviously. Probably a pretty short article.

You've been kidnapped. The characters from the last TV show you watched are trying to rescue you. Who is coming to save you?

I am constantly insulted on this platform

Without using any words from the name of the song, say three words or less that will make a song play in everyone’s head. “Blood runs cold! 👏👏” is my go-to. I like to walk into the office across the hall, bust that out, and saunter away, knowing I’ve planted a NSFW earworm for the next hour or so.

I recognize that the terms sound very similar, structurally, but I lost a lot of trust in my GP when he confused “acid reflux” and “acid flashback”.

There’s nothing quite like the prospect of flying Economy to get the term “oubliette” to do laps in one’s head, stretching its legs in a manner completely unlike one’s actual body.

I swear that at some point in my shallow voting history there was a ballot where I made one mark and voted for every available candidate in one political party. Since it doesn’t seem to be an option any more, I think of this passage every time I’m meticulously filling in a column of graphite ovals.

This is the earliest comic I thought of as “mine” in a household where comics were passed around and generally regarded as communal family property. Disappointingly, I’ve previously gone on record saying my first comic was a different issue! Let the controversy about rewriting history begin here!

“Yeah, so, at first I thought he had FEAR THEM knuckle tattoos, but on closer inspection you could see he had an I and an S on his thumbs, and INDKILLER inked up his left forearm.”

I can’t claim to actually have been listening to the entirety of the re-stream of Esperanza Spalding’s marathon 77-hour recording session, but the many hours I’ve heard since 4pm Friday afternoon have been a glorious, holistic, ambient, particular window into both creativity and audio production.

Just read this article about pre-launching spooky season on Sept. 1. Despite being fairly Extremely Online, I was unaware of this AND YET spent yesterday zeitgeistingly ordering a Nightmare Before Christmas outfit for my office holiday party. Keep spooky season going ‘til New Year’s, apparently.

In response to the assertion that Spider-Man is the Greatest Of All Time, Mark Kermode responds, “I mean, is Spider-Man Ambush Bug? Hmn… Have to see.” As the internet’s eighth greatest Ambush Bug fan, I remain tickled by Kermode’s dedication to name-checking the character. #WhoopWhoopWhoop