Thærmodynamic Dæmon Mæ Mæin Mæn!

The mad lads did it!
Somewhere between 6:13 and 6:15pm.
“Shave & A Haircut” honk, perhaps?

A Doritos ad!
So you can drift asleep thinking - “Boy, do I feel refreshed!”

mODREN zAMURAI zTORIES . . .

This is some gourmet humor!
Like say… Albert Brooks in the 1980s, or Larry David in the 00s.

I am a simple man. I see one of these Stonss Fonn Stonssing or whatever the fuck his-face-was, even ironically, I downvote and move on. I suggest you do the same.

ON TARGET!!! Hahahaha…!

Picard is way cooler than Kirk

Anyone’s cooler than an erratic old man who throws around the casual insult dismissal “sporto” on his twitter account.
Nobody’s cooler than an old man photographed enjoying life while slurping on a cornetto ice cream cone with his best pal Gandalf.

Stupid CEOs seem to be stupid suckers/marks for so much “corporate astrology”, mesmerized into a greedy stupid stupor by the same old soothing, stupid magic spell: “more automation… less meatbags…”

May The Flork Be With You.

The Player Of Games, the second Culture novel, by Iain Banks.
Use Of Weapons by Banks and Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie have been next on the list for ages, too.
(I thought Rushdie would be arid/academic prose, but boy was I wrong about that, The Ground Beneath Her Feet was a true joy to read)

Sunday School playground bullies!

Violating the Prime Snail Directive of Starfleet.

don’t forget the camera work

One element that fits under “creative problem-solving”.

That long subjective camera rush towards Ash (Campbell), the one that continued the cliffhanger end of Evil Dead 1, then lifting Ash and spinning him at high speed… I can deconstruct more or less how they did it - at regular or slow speed, Campbell strapped to a board and on an axes, etc. - but I still can’t wrap my head around the insanely good final result. It’s like… one of the best examples in cinema of something being more than the sum of its’ parts.

That’s like A Bout De Soufflé caliber gourmet shit, Jimmy!

“Why know why the Earth looked so beautiful?
Because YOU weren’t in it!”

Evil Dead Pt 2 is the best remake ever.
The same director, making the same film twice, but with a (moderately) higher budget, a lot of creative problem-solving, a defiant “We can do this” attitude, and Bruce Campbell reaching Buster Keaton-levels of physical comedy genius.
Incredible, all the way, through and through.

Isn’t it a line of defense against insects?
“Animals” would be broad enough to be true,
“Mammals” zoomed in on the wrong kingdom.

Which may be even better as a joke, here’s this thing smug in having finally found a technique to defend itself against a 100 million year foe, like Moe throwing insect Barney out of his bar, and here’s mammal Barney behind Moe again!

Polite words after someone kicks the bucket, whoever they may be, is politics, understandable.

That said, it does seem like she went out of her way to lay it on thick, didn’t she? With a nasty synthetic aftertaste to it. She chose her words carefully and it looks like her kissing the boot of a fucking goddamned sick soulless monster.

Here’s my obituary for cheney:
He shot a man in the face, then abused his tremendous privilege to avoid police questioning for 36 hours, after he’d had time to sober up, even as he got hundreds of thousands of people killed by kicking a hornet’s nest in the Middle East, all for oil profit of his Halliburton and Clearwater buddies.

Rest not, but wallow in shit and eternal damnation,
Dick “Why Don’t You Go FUCK YOURSELF?!!” Cheney

No, don’t flip the content, just step away and turn your back, much healthier that way. Put a picture of puppies or kittens, eyebleach, dammit, I said EYEBLEACH!

Make sure you put some OIL aside for the future.
“What… you mean like salad oil?”
And my work here is done, I am OUTTA HERE!
“Wait! Did you mean like olive or peanut oil or…?”
(crickets(forever))