What kind of idiots ran this hotel? A while ago traveling with family I needed to call my brother-in-law’s hotel room but didn’t remember which room # was his. I called the front desk and they refused to tell me for security purposes. Yet these Nashville geniuses thought nothing of giving out the room number of a…

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It was such a hodgepodge mess. I thought Sandman was cool and well-done, though there was no reason to have involved him in the Uncle Ben situation. Harry was a throw-in, and the less said about Venom the better.

The character stunk, though. Total afterthought.

Is there a way to short movie futures? Because Angry Birds is gonna be a hilariously epic flop. A movie based on a cell-phone game that hasn’t been popular in like 6 years, with a C-list cast? What studio imbecile green-lit this thing?

Emma Stone was delightful as Gwen. But it’s real hard to beat Bryce Dallas Howard as Gwen, appearance-wise. She looks like she jumped of the page of a JR drawing.

Isn’t Zendaya the kid some talk-show ninny got in hot water over for mocking her (apparently fake) dreadlocks?

I was hoping for Zombie Baby, but then came to the same realization. Zombie Fetus would just be comical.

My wife despised Watchmen because one of the characters attempted to rape another, but later they had an affair resulting in a child. On and on she went about how ridiculous and appalling and disgusting it was. My response was those three words: Luke and Laura.

The best thing about the 50th anniversary was the return of Stavros. That guy is flat-out the worst actor in history, but it’s beautiful because he knows it and hams it up to no end. We were in stitches.

Another good response is “Ugh, I’m still hung over from last night” Or two days ago, or whatever.

It’s just a common sense boundary. I have enough friends and acquaintances who are Friends of Bill to know there are reasons some people don’t drink and some might not want to discuss it. It’s none of your business. Do you ask women “How many months along are you?” if they have a belly?

I had to stop hanging around a group of work friends because they were relentless about the fact I wouldn’t smoke with them. I just never enjoyed it - I’d get even more introverted, and paranoid, and stare into space. And they would rag on me, call me a square and nonsense like that.

The last extended dry period I did, I got a really good view of how all my drunk friends and family behaved - the loudness, repetitiveness, stupidity, argumentativeness, spittle, and general unpleasantry. And figured, “Damn, I must fit right in when I drink.” Since then I have tried real hard to moderate. Mild buzz is…

I wasn’t allowed to watch Soap as an 11-year-old because there was a male character that - gasp - liked other men. Apparently my parents thought I might get ideas, or catch The Gay over the airwaves.

Any time the color mauve comes up at work (ad agency) or anywhere else (most recently, a paint shop) I belt out “And then there’s Mauve!”. 50% hilarity, 50% blank stares.

I love how old people re-named shows after a character. To my Grandma, Happy Days was “Funzie” (she mispronounced things, too), Welcome Back Kotter was “Barbarino”, General Hospital was “Luke and Laura”, The Young and the Restless was “Victor”.

What if you have a phone but the battery is dead? Or it goes haywire? Or you drop it in the toilet? This whole thing is preposterous.

Took me three attempts to make it all the way through. Something about MoS just lulled me to sleep.

I didn’t understand the idea behind the Mad Max flashbacks. He keeps having a vision of a child he couldn’t save... why not make it of his actual child that he, uh, didn’t save? Tie together all the movies?