With last night’s episode taking the top spot for best episode ever of that show by my calculus (bumping the week before to second-best ever) I’d say STD is on a creative roll, but there was one point that had me dropping trouser tribbles. Sensors picking up major spoilers ahead.
Spoilers ahoy for all of Jessica Jones season two.
While a bit embarassed to admit that I started watching this show again, having abandoned it after the Glenn unpleasantness, I noticed something that caught my attention.
If Skaroth wins the giant slalom, I call doping.
The most interesting thing in the whole show, Medusa’s hair, isn’t going to be gone for the whole season, is it? She’s going to meet a mutant with Rogaine powers who can grow that shit back, right?
Nothing that could be described as a spoiler here, but the tone is reminiscent of Fire Walk With Me.
I’d been kicking this idea for a woodworking project around for a while and with the new season coming up, decided to give it a shot. Still debating whether it should have had some green Formica somewhere, though.
That’s right, California’s move to put an end to daylight saving time on the November ballot has inexplicably stalled.
Or, A revelation that spoilers are not exclusive to the Internet.
Trip out on freaky 1970s and 1980s effects from Hitchhiker’s Guide, Doctor Who and arguably an overabundance of Blake’s Seven. Always wanted that TARDIS cloister bell ringtone? Now’s your chance.
While Superman doesn’t effortlessly disembowel Batman in humorously Rube Goldbergian ways, I do believe this particular showdown deserves better reviews than the actual movie is receiving.
I’m sure her log has something very sad to say. She was on board for the new season, no word on how her character will be handled now.
In a story fucked up on so many levels I can’t calculate them all, she was arrested Sept 3 after a bizarre argument with some neighbor kids and is still in jail, unable to pay a $2500 bond.
While the zombie action ramped up some this week, there’s still so much stupid stuff I couldn’t limit myself to one nitpick. I’m now afraid that even if this show improves in the last two episodes I’m so in the groove of ripping on it I won’t be able to notice. Spoilers incoming.
This show makes me want to order a bunch of test tubes and shit from Amazon, invent the zombie virus, infect myself with it, become a zombie, jump through the TV screen and bite every one of those boring-ass characters to make them zombies and liven this shit up. Spoilers, I guess.
No long True Detective diatribes and dissections of Yellow Kings this year. No time-is-a-flat-circle rants either. But at the cusp of the season finale, we’ve got some profound remarks by Vinci mayor Austin Chessani, as delivered by Yoda. There isn’t really any interpretation of these that could be denominated as a…
Who knew Russia had stuff besides vodka and incredibly bad drivers in dashcam YouTube videos? This kid nails the Fifth Element opera that was supposedly impossible for human vocal chords to report.
Reactions to the premiere have ranged from disappointment to the same combination of denial and disappointment that everybody felt watching the opening crawl of Phantom Menace, but one detail sticks out as particularly intelligence-insulting. Spoilers Ahoy.
I don’t know if this poster is official but my excitement for something that’s still years away is unprecedented.
ODeck old-timers may recall seeing some of the furniture I’ve built as a hobby over the years, and at the risk of remonstration for shilling my own shit, may I present the Greatest Antique Radio That Never Existed.