Whenever I Skype someone, I always feel like I’m watching the live feed from one of those cameras which perverts hide in public restrooms.
I prefer drones to people on bicycles.
All of those people who say, “I like Trump because he speaks his mind” really mean, “I like Trump because he’s openly racist.”
The new Mission Impossible movie is heavenly, especially because it includes my favorite Mission Impossible moment: when a character pulls off his or her face, having fooled the bad guys with a rubber mask. This device should be used in more movies, especially serious period films set in the English countryside.
Those Tate’s chocolate chip cookies, which usually arrive as a bag full of crumbling pieces, are dangerous. They do what only truly great, crappy cookies can do: they prove that I am weak and powerless, and will betray any friend, loved one or nation, if I can have just one more.
