I like your fabulous owls. :) I want to be able to buy your fabulous owls... actually. >.>
I like your fabulous owls. :) I want to be able to buy your fabulous owls... actually. >.>
I seriously remember many a roadtrip to those very tunes. Also to Shell Oil Co’s Cruisin’ Classics cassettes which were a bunch of 50s-60s pop and doowop.
We all shared parents. Still, these are feel good tunes. I will watch the hell out of some Time Life Am Radio Classic infomercials just for the music.
Thanks for putting Holiday Road in my head. Pavlovian response at this point.
“Residents are being advised not to approach Mr. Horn, and to snipe with rifles from afar.”
Fixed that.
Caught the bouquet at my brother’s wedding. Have blissfully remained unmarried 20 years onwards. The other bridesmaids have been married twice. I think my sister-in-laws bouquet was some sort of anti-suck device. :D
*calculates hers and boyfriend’s ages* I’ll be her age when mine is 50. Welp, I better let him know he should find someone younger according to a Hollywood producer’s selection prime! :P
Best scene.
My number is low, compared to my age, socialization, open-mind and so on. I got mocked by women for it and men never believed it. I don’t bother discussing it anymore. I don’t care to know how many people my partner has slept with. I’m more interested in the number of so-called crazy exes they proclaim to have so I…
You had me at cool black nerd - I KNEW THOSE FLY NERDS AND I LOVED THEM.
Well, and you said 90s hiphop, for which I am completely down. My age is showing.
If I can stalk out and watch things like Human Traffic, 24 Hour Party People, Go, and It’s All Gone Pete Tong... I’ll probably wind up seeing this clusterfuckpiece a few times.
I will probably midnight-movie-hatewatch-cult-popcorn-love this thing. :/
My jaw dropped during a lot of it but the point at which I felt my molars grinding onto the floor was the whole “which poverty line” bit. Fuck me, it’s a POVERTY LINE for a reason. The very word poverty doesn’t invoke “living well”.
This really doesn’t surprise me with that dude. As far as small niche band in the gothic/darkwave/ethereal/steampunk/etc scene things go, I always have good things to say about the old timers from labels like Tess Records and the like, though. Genuinely interested in their fans being happy customers and know that’s…
How... can they even be out of ideas on witchcraft movies at this point in order to justify remaking something that’s not that old.
Shit, just film a skyclad coven anywhere in the US, throw down some Drawing Down the Moon Silver Ravenwolf hijinkery, and get Faith and the Muse to create the soundtrack. Done.
Seriously, where’s that hottie Goldblum in this here video... :)
Fuck this kind of shit makes me frothy. Greedy bastards, greedy! Racist, classist... I can’t even scream enough about this kind of shit. Fuck these people stealing homes out from underneath citizens just because they can get a better price from someone else and fuck them doubly because they stereotype what ethnicity…
Dude is the best part of the show. Khloe on a secondary level, but Scott’s just blunt.
This happened to an ex-friend of mine. He was the father, that is. The lady he was dating happened to be married. She decided to divorce her husband to be with him. Husband wanted custody of the kids, she slams him with “they aren’t yours!” and my ex gets yoinked into the case for a paternity test. The best part is he…
I brought this up in therapy a while back. I had an interesting childhood where my grandmother lived with us from the week I was born. She raised me as my mother headed back to work. Around my 4th birthday, grandma began living half the year with my aunt who basically abused her good nature to suit her own designs and…
It’s a kid looking like a kid. I know, I know. Hold up. She’s dressed like I used to dress back when I was 12-13-14. Chill clothes, nothing all see through, showoff, etc. I’m just kinda not used to seeing a teenager looking so... teenager these days.
Plus, I’m digging the music. Two points for you, Willow. Well, three…