Walt Williams

The First Noel is the Tenacious D’s Tribute of Christmas carols.

It was perfect, I loved it.

It is time.

We have eaten and now everything hurts.

It’s thanksgiving, 60th doctor who anniversary, 10th wedding anniversary, and I’m getting sick. Fun!

Dawn of the Peck is the best Bob’s Burgers thanksgiving episode

“Imma make a sammich.”
“But I made chicken thighs.”
“Then why’d you buy pastrami?”
“I thought you’d want it.”
“I do.”
“Eat the pastrami then.”
“It’ll keep. I’ll eat thighs.”
“You can eat them on Friday.”
“We’ll have leftovers.”
“Just eat the pastrami.”
“We’ll now I don’t want it.”

10 years, baby.

I had a dream that the CW/Netflix dropped a secret extra season of Riverdale called Riverdare that was a remix of their “greatest hits” storylines to see if they could make things even crazier and I was so so happy.

Yesterday: “Ah hell, I have to see people in person next month. Time for salads and exercise.”

This morning, 745am: “I believe I shall bake every type of hand pie known to man.”

So, The Killer is fun.

So I had some really good pie last weekend. And twice this week, I’ve thought “That was really good pie. I’ll make time to go grab some more.” And then I remember that pie was in Texas and I get sad.

I hadn’t planned to spend Friday playing a Splatterhouse arcade cabinet at an American Girl store but here we are.

For my birthday, my kid got me a family-sized jar of Jif peanut butter.

God I hope they cast someone like Timothy Chalamet as Link just so I can watch people spiral out online

If I were building an elaborate dungeon, I would simply not include a chest that held the one tool needed to defeat the monsters and traps.

Chances are you don’t love family holiday recipes as much as you love having someone else make them.

My kid is playing with official Legos of Star Wars characters I co-created. That’s it. I’m done. Nothing left to achieve in this life.

Traveling. Figured I’d check the best pizza where I’m headed. Costco Food Court showed up 3 times in a top 12 list. Not a good sign!

Never has a psycho killer so perfectly embodied the energy of a confused old man shouting at kids to get off his lawn quite like Jason Vorhees.

Friday the 13th: Part 6 — Jason stops being a grumpy murder-hermit and becomes a grumpy zombie.

Friday the 13th: Part 5 was ahead of its time.

That’s what Big Baguette wants you to think.

I think Americans have been conditioned to like baguettes by seeing them peek out shopping bags in movies/TV. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

Shout out to the kid at this Ren Faire who came dressed as a hot dog.

Last night, my neighbor called me “a modern Al Bundy.” He meant it as a compliment. I took it as one.

Know nothing about Alan Wake. Jumping straight into the latest one. I’m sure that will be fine. No foreseeable problems.

Less of a psycho killer, more of a radical squatter’s rights activist.

Friday the 13th Part 3 is an interesting film because it’s basically Jason hanging out in a barn and occasionally killing people from the house next door when they say “Hey, we’ve never been inside that old barn. Let’s go check it out.”

Oh, I’m caught up. Nora has been a welcome edition, especially with Clayface basically being out this season

World’s great detective, my ass.