CommonVices
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CommonVices

I remember seeing him on lists of the highest paid touring performers and being surprised that he was kicking the asses of some of the hottest bands of the day, until I realized that he kind of hit the profitability sweet spot. His fans are all baby boomers (the demographic with the most disposable income), the

I feel like I need to start putting together a list of “So You’ve Seen Porn: Here’s the Reality” bulletpoints for my kids.

I’m calling “troll.”

Actually, just the opposite is true. The movie theater wants you to sit through every minute of that movie. The theater doesn’t make very much money at all on ticket sales. Most of that (70-80%) goes right back to the studio. The theaters only survive on food and drink sales. That’s why you pay $8 for a quarter’s

Yeah, I wasn’t bothered by the way the afterlife was presented, insofar as its ambivalence about human morality or the bleak fatalism of it all. It was just the “Okay...Now what?” of it all. It felt like a non-ending.

I find it interesting that you thought Revival had a really good payoff. Stephen King has always had trouble sticking the landing; his difficulties in writing a satisfying ending for otherwise amazing books is almost legendary at this point. It used to be the exception (i.e., The Stand), but now it’s almost become the

I agree, and I actually thought of that after I posted my comment, as I started thinking about the waning quality of the last few Dark Tower books. He definitely shoehorned in Roland and the gang to pad out a pretty thin piece of work and market an otherwise underwhelming fairy tale to Dark Tower completionists.

This explanation makes a lot more sense. Also, this strikes me as the kind of contractual provision that MoviePass has no desire or ability to enforce (in fact, if people think of it as an option, albeit an illicit one, they’ll be more likely to sign up), but was written in to throw a bone to theater owners and make

Ugh. Doctor Sleep was terrible. It would have been mediocre without the connection to The Shining: it wasn’t scary, the story was barely more than surface-level plot in the vein of a generic CW show about people with supernatural powers, and the characterization (typically Stephen King’s strong suit) was paper thin.

“Because I was the Taylor Swift of my time. Every one of those dead Greasers was an ex-boyfriend who had it coming....”

So, it takes place during the ‘90s?

Okay, so what was the point of this? It sounds as though you got the rough outline of a recipe, didn’t ask for clarification on a pretty significant part of it (i.e., whether to use or discard the skins) and thus screwed up that element, very deliberately ignored a couple other aspects of it (e.g., the freezing, the

Hm... Okay, some of it is a little over the top, but bear in mind that (a) I fully acknowledge that I don’t “need” much of this for my day-to-day life; (b) I’m an insomniac with kids, so I have a lot of spare time late at night and can’t really be out at the bar doing something more social than tinkering with IoT

Hm... Okay, some of it is a little over the top, but bear in mind that (a) I fully acknowledge that I don’t “need”

Sure, in the same way that radio hits pretty much all of the pros of television.

Sure, in the same way that radio hits pretty much all of the pros of television.

Obligatory:

Yeah, I pre-ordered one last year, and while I get all the complaints (i.e., it’s too expensive for an alarm clock, having a camera next to your bed is creepy, etc.), I really am loving it so far.

Yeah, I pre-ordered one last year, and while I get all the complaints (i.e., it’s too expensive for an alarm clock,

Ew. Is that really where the bar is?

With its redesign, Hulu did away with that most basic of features—a watchlist—in favor of My Stuff, which is further subcategorized and maddeningly counterintuitive.

Four shots of RumChata, one shot of Fireball.

The fact that she had counsel at the time - especially someone as well known as Gloria Allred - will make the coercion argument virtually impossible to make.