Bring it.
Bring it.
Always.
I like putting half a cut-up banana in mine, then eating the other banana half for dessert.
Oh shit. The Baroque Cycle getting the Game of Thrones treatment… minus the executive meddling.
Have you read the Tuf stuff? I think that would translate well to a Scavengers Reign-esque animated series. The older I get, the more I realize that animation is the perfect medium for sci-fi adaptation.
*Not until the books, plural, and the She-Wolves of Winterfell are published. Please grrm.
Sports. I do not care. And keywords futa, yiff, and ecchi.
Food banks? Soup kitchen? It’s a temporary solution, but they’re out there for you.
If you have cloves in your pantry and a spare teabag, you can make a little spice pouch snus that will numb the area and take a little of the pain away. Ibuprofen only does so much, especially for teeth stuff, and clove can give a little extra relief. Not a doctor, just someone that never had insurance til recently.
Or the updated version:
Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.
I had the same kind of brain fart shower thought about the refrigerator brand Frigidaire.
Frigid+air
The air is cold.
I was in my 30s.
Back in the AOL CD via postal mail days, the Internet was the AOL home page. News feeds, email, dumb games, chat rooms, message boards… and rotten.com for everything else.
Everyone had a blog.
I’m so glad my Diary-X got irretrievably wiped.
Joel Schumacher’s Batmen movies, especially the Clooney one, were so awful they changed the tone of superhero movies from that point on.
I watched them both very recently during an extended Arnold Schwarzenegger movie binge, and it’s absolutely worth hate-watching them again for the sheer wonkiness and absurdity of… everything. Try tallying the Dutch angles. And girl power platitudes.
Doubtful. The whole marvel train is crashing.
Thor: Love and Thunder felt like it was written by a Disney executive suite after they ran metrics on what test groups laughed at in Taika’s other work, then amplified the lulz by 20%, and rewrote it for the 11-16 year old market.
I was old enough to see the original trilogy re-released with all the bad dumb filler George Lucas thought was necessary to complete his vision.
All the poopy squelchy gross-out CGI was obviously a crass moneygrab, but it seemed like such a reflection of the man himself that I boycotted the prequels when they came out. Then I found Red Letter Media. Fuck the prequels. Fuck that creepy bastard. Han shot only.
It’s worth a little digging.
Also, this whole documentary is fantastic, but the Bosch stuff starts around 14:45.