What's Next? Maya Angelou's Super Bowl Picks?
Apparently, at the New Yorker, it used to be impossible to even pull a column out of Hendrik Hertzberg every couple weeks. And now, he is liveblogging about the Oscars. You guys.
Apparently, at the New Yorker, it used to be impossible to even pull a column out of Hendrik Hertzberg every couple weeks. And now, he is liveblogging about the Oscars. You guys.
I believe the traditional construction is "Who he?"
Unless I'm mistaken, he is the one who hate me.
This brings to mind my favorite nerdy knock-knock joke:
Knock-knock.
Who's there?
Fuck.
Fuck who?
Fuck whom.