My dad is a ginger and hates hates hates the heat, which is good, since he is at a high risk of skin cancer as well.
My dad is a ginger and hates hates hates the heat, which is good, since he is at a high risk of skin cancer as well.
I take his point that the final confrontation between Luke and Vader was pretty exceptional, but one scene a movie does not make. You can't just ignore flaws like that when comparing to an obviously all-around superior film like Empire. The fact that you have to ignore serious and grating plot points in the first…
Great, so now we have built a robot that can faster than most humans.
I would say, "Death to all present and future Uggs!" but I quite like our commenter Ugg the Caveman, so I'll restrain my Ugg hate for now.
I don't know, Ugg. Hunting people gives me paws. I know many a grizzlyed hunter, including myself, would find your motion tempting, but I think the populace would eventually (c)urs(e)us for taking human life too frivolously.
Star Trek Photos: I imagine these having a subtext. Pine seems to be patting Saldana on the back (Kirk makes a move on Uhura) and Saldana then seems to be adjusting Pine's coat collar (Uhura threatens Kirk with fatal choking). I expect nothing less from our Kirk and Uhura!
Oh, all the internets for you.
I'm just happy to see that Arnold grew out of his awkward stage and maybe won't be doomed to a life of perpetual virginity and cowardliness.
No and yes.
Baby sloth chin-ups look a lot like my chin-ups. There's a lot of hesitancy and protestive squeaking.
Is that normal to have a white Bengal tiger in the same enclosure as a male lion? I mean, they're not both males, so I can't see much conflict arising, but I think the contrast threw me off.
Any James Bond film in history.
Aw gods, the one song I associate with a breakup was this really cheesy one by a British garage rap duo called "The Streets." It's not about a breakup, more about what to look forward to later.
For the more cultured crowd.
I know, but I'm terrible at confronting people about money issues. I'm one of those people who would just rather pay for the darn thing than get into it.
"My tits are falling off!"
Why would they steal the registration sticker?! Or the Steelers decal?!
So, bridesmaid drama rant comin' atchya so I apologize in advance. One of my "sorta" friends from high school asked me to be in her wedding after one of the bridesmaids bailed (or, you know, was kicked out). I readily agreed because I like this person and because one of my best friends is the maid of honor. However,…
Oh Jeebus. I joined Pinterest today. How do I....how do I STOP?!
This is less than a month away.