Good God, Black Mirrors is an incredible, terrifying program.
Marge: You don’t have to join a freak show just because the opportunity came along.
Homer: You know Marge, in some ways, you and I are very different people.
Hey you, yes you, come over to Rumbletown and we’ll watch movies and get drunk and share a giant blanket, or not, I mean, if you want you can have your own blanket, no worries, I have loads of them.
Instead of going outside and freezing to death, I’m finally watching The Hollow Crown, BBC’s big budget adaptation of Shakespeare’s Henriad. First up is Richard II, a criminally underrated masterpiece. This production stars Ben Whishaw in the title role, Rory Kinnear as the future Henry IV, and Patrick Stewart as John of Gaunt, all of whom put in terrific performances, particularly from a fey, preening Whishaw. This is the definitive film version of this brilliant play, and it’s about time it received the rich exploration it has always deserved.
I want to go out tonight, but I don’t want to get trapped out in an ice storm.
Is there some sort of weather thing about to happen? Should I have prepared? Am I gonna die because there is no heat in my apartment? Be honest, I need to make arrangements.
Main takeaway from series 1 of Doctor Who: yeah, I’d have sex with John Barrowman
I’m watching Arrow and HOLY FUCK IT’S THE GODDAMNED FLASH
I’m a drunk idiot except when I’m sober in which case I’m just an idiot.
Naw I’m good it’s okay no worries, time for breakfast shots actually I already did those, lunch shots what what