When did Rogan turn into Dan Hedaya?
When did Rogan turn into Dan Hedaya?
I somehow missed “Under a Rock” because, I too, am often under a rock, but now I need to go watch them all because what a delightful premise.
It’s always interesting to see celebs who have to be glammed up and perfectly groomed all the time on PR tours and red carpets looking like normal people.
Unpretentious people who are secure in themselves and interested in others, as Tig seems to be, are generally hot in my book.
The food-in-schools thing is really more about money, though: not funding schools enough to support full-service cafs to prepare whole food on-prem, and awarding money to the big food service manufacturers.
I’ve been wondering about this too, and the only thing I can think of is that it’s a carry-over from back when tan = money to go to the tropics on vacation.
Hey, moms need movies, too!
I’d really rather they didn’t because instead of being read as a rebuke of his shitty behavior, it would be tooled to try to make it an endearing quality that really everyone should just learn to deal with because that’s just him.
More like his ne’er-do-well older brother.
This is exactly my speed these days: something light and funny and sweet.
Surely Floodland deserves a mention here! The whole album is an experience, and “This Corrison” is still a banger. (And what I wake up to every morning.)
One of the only good things that I think has come out of this true crime wave is finally beginning to dispel the myth that serial killers are criminal geniuses started by incompetent and/or lazy-ass cops.
I want to go to there.
It sucks. I passed on severance pay that I really, really needed because I had to sign a non-disparagement to get it and I KNOW how big my mouth is when I’m mad. (And I have lots of reasons to be mad about this place.) If I’d had kids, a partner or family member who needed support though, I’d have had no chance put to…
It would never occur to me to ask them to be well done, either, partly because I never been to an In-n-Out where the line wasn’t at, if not out, the door. Post-lunch, senior dinner special time, later, it doesn’t matter. The locations where I’ve lived were always hopping.
As much as I like “Montero” and “Old Town Road,” Lil Nas X dunking on his haters with joie de vivre is my favorite song of his.
I don’t know anything much about chants, but the way she begins to speak to how aural tones, rhythms, words, and intentions factor into things while acknowledging that you can’t really contain them in description or definition? That’s a kind of knowledgeable humility I need to learn.
It’s really weird. Like “I hate needles” level of resistance. I’m reminding them you can look away, and that they will the lives of folks who don’t have a choice (immunocromprosised, cancer patients, etc.).
It wasn’t just the constant mentioning of Trump, it was the constant mentioning him as someone aspirational because he’s George’s (btw, a character who had an affair, child, and married his daughter’s classmate) and we’re supposed to love him because his daughter calls him out a couple of times while along with the…
Yes, this exactly. Sorry I didn’t see it in the grays before I made my comment because I think you put it much better.