In space no one can hear you blog.
This is not a best-of list. It is, however, a list of them.
Including serialized mediocrity, steel drum soundtracks, and fitness comedians.
Our first joint-review is meandering and formless, unlike this fairly sharp thriller.
I’d rather watch these than listen to another minute of bad ukulele.
Anyone want to bet that if they make a sequel, they’ll name it “The Nice Guys Finish Last”?
This is what happens when you try to take away our freedom.