Got a late night planned with my one and only.

I don’t think we, as a society, fully appreciate Garbage naming their first greatest hits album Absolute Garbage.

It’s an absolute delight to hear Siri announce, “Now playing absolute garbage.”

And now I'm slightly obsessed with the pope. Or maybe it's just Ralph Fiennes in the garb.

Benefits of catching a late movie? Entire theater to yourself. Seeing Conclave because Isabella Rossellini forever.

This time around, the Kennedys are assassinating us.

I’m just a guy trying to change the way people read Mansfield Park, despite the tight hold of the Austen gatekeepers.

And the democrats will sit back and congratulate them all.

Alas, I am the disgraced homosexual.