june 24 in idea barrages

The way the morning of February 10th briefly looked like a respite from winter, green grass peeking out through melting snow at the curbsides, up here we call that Fool’s Spring. Winter is gonna kick us in the yarbles again, this is just the tease to make the pain hurt worse.

Do not fear the Hatman. Lean into it. BECOME THE HATMAN. Seize the means of night terror production!

Nobody did a parody of Bush’s “Glycerine” about quarantine and it just goes to show how many gimmies our culture passes up on, on a daily basis.

Titanic came out in 1997. A woman who was conceived because her mom got all revved up by Titanic would now be “too old” for its male lead to date. That’s how screwed up the whole situation is.

I can’t be the only person currently singing about Night Court to the tune of the Duck Tales theme song. “Night Court, woo-oo! Everyone is judging you on Night Court, woo-oo!”

The two wolves are inside you. There is one wolf in the Pizza Hut. There is one wolf in the Taco Bell. You are a combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.

Pretending to confuse Alfred, Lord Tennyson and Batman’s butler Alfred Pennyworth won’t come up often, but the few times it can apply to a situation, it’s COMEDY GOLD.

The entire production of BATTLEFIELD: EARTH turns out to be a hallucination in the fevered mind of an institutionalized John Travolta in the bold new cinematic vision TERL, INTERRUPTED.