If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.
If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.
Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.
I usually skip this one, because the themes are pretty uncomfortable if you relate to them, but mostly I just can’t unsee Grady Fletcher, the world’s most gullible CPA, and it’s a weird mix of a bit gross and being unable to take his performance seriously. Where’s Aunt Jess to save the day?
Out of curiosity, and if you don’t mind sharing, what hobbies have you picked up, or have been exploring?
…“P l A y N i G h T b I r D !”…
*Dick Berman
Always Dick Berman. That rickwad
That sounds awful, but also that’s kind of fascinating? I’ve never heard an explanation of what it feels like. And what kid entirely listens to their parents when it comes to being outside? That’s where we learn our best, painful lessons, yeah?
I lived in the mountains in Colorado for a most of my childhood into mid-teens, and had some absolutely insane snow goggles for the few times I was allowed to go skiing (my mother was terrified I was going to injury myself, and couldn’t compete in screw-up-your-child athletics), and I definitely remember that if you went out without your goggles, your eyes would hurt so quickly, you’d sure as heck remember to put them on. I guess that makes sense for Colorado, since it’s in a weird position for, uh, extreme sun.
“It’s not like Dan to take his own life!” …Lol, as opposed to, what?
A technically correct, but awkwardly contextualized line that competes with:
Dukat to Winn: “I’ve never seen you look so radiant!” …Never? Never, ever? Buddy, you’ve known her for like, a week…
In addition: Please, only check out TNG “Masks” s7 Ep.17. if - -
You’re fully prepared to laugh at the absurdity of where TNG has gotten to by the tail end of season 7, and/or, you want a surrealist nightmare of the Enterprise set being turned into a 1980s rich person’s indoor pool aesthetic of stepped tile, fake plants and Terra-cotta, the whole cast getting a little tired of the writers not quite conveying the motif they set out for, and Brent Spiner just showing off what a magnificent silly bastard he really is.
Okay… maybe I need to watch Masks, again.
Dammit, Peanut – Lucy Lawless is gonna murder you with words. Again.
I had long hair during the TNG days, and somewhere in my childhood home, there’s a bathroom drawer or cabinet full of the same kind they used for Geordi’s visor, and similarly painful plastic headbands. I know there’s also a Polaroid or two somewhere of me and a cousin holding them up to our faces, running around saving the Enterprise that was the basement. If I’d only known to bring them around me throughout life, for that nostalgia hit…
Memes you can hear…
Only Honk.
Or
“There are no genders. Only Honk.”
Make a new website, and/or make a new HonkBusters.
Alternatively: “Where we’re going, we won’t need genders to honk…”
If the passion for his photography wasn’t hot enough, already, the wingtips make it a thousand times better…
Oh, holy hell, I just uncontrollably giggled at that for so long, my chest hurts. I sent it to my only group of friends, and it looks even better in smaller thumbnail form. Good gracious.
After growing up mostly in the Colorado mountains, and even later in the more suburban areas, but still near enough to the mountains, lynx and cougar calls are strange and loud as shit. They scared the jeebs out of child-me in the dark nothing. Cool as hell, though, once you know what they are. Loud ass kitties, echoing for miles.
Everytime I see this, I can’t help but giggle a little at that magnificent lump, just florpin’ on by, awkward as hell. I love our moon, so much.
I wonder how many of us instantly wrote bee-versions of the lyrics?
The saxophone solo is definitely now done by bees.
Please, I can only get so turned on…