saw this, thought this:

seriously. I've said it elsewhere but it bears repeating: when I was growing up Legos were what you built the play sets for your cars or plastic animals or action figures to move around in. Once they added their own people it was like telling you how to play with them.

I'm sorry but I look at that ad and I'm thinking this:

something something stopped clock something twice a day?

I haven't seen any of them because fuck no to making Jim Phelps a bad guy. Peter Graves was right to boycott the whole thing.

well she would have had a puppy but a gang of Clydesdales forced the car off the road and took it back

In the men's WC down the hall someone scrawled "The cake is an utter fabrication"

This. My great+3 grandfather was a Union soldier and Andersonville survivor. Which makes for interesting family stories but does not grant me a "one free overlooked privilege pass" on any subject whatsoever.

well not that it's any real consolation but I imagine all of his ancestors up to about grandparent level would be mortified to learn they had an actor in the family.

and a million teenagers just tweeted and tumblred what a bitch the stripper is and why couldn't it be THEM in the picture instead

it's movies like this when I miss Roger Ebert the most. I just know that in the tradition of "I Hated Hated Hated This Movie" (North), "A Horrible Experience Of Unbearable Length" (Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen), and "Your Movie Sucks" (Deuce Bigolo: European Gigolo) his next book of bad movie reviews would have…

exactly. The rule of comedy is "punch upward" (in other words, hit the one doing the hitting, not the one being hit)

1) It's Jean Valjean (so nice they named him twice!)

I was going to say "so how much is she paying Fox to let her work there?"

"maybe it's just because she dared to be a single mother who achieved success by working her ass off, and supports Labour."

Taco Hell. Live mas murder.

same here. Quitting is a one day at a time thing. If you fall off the wagon climb right back on.

yep, when I was working in Vegas one of the hotels had a bad accident when one of their drunker guests went from the top of the two story escalator to the bottom much faster than normal, head over heels. She lost so much blood the railing walls looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. She survived but wow it was…

maybe it's just me but every time I see this hat in public I expect a flashmob to start singing "Luck Be A Lady Tonight" :-(

only if it's wax fruit, from my grandma's dining room table decoration.