I feel you

You're right, they are mollusks. I actually rather love mollusks, but am repulsed by crustaceans.

Yeah, you and everyone else. They're pretty much the only foodstuff towards which I have an innate aversion, and believe me, I've tried so hard to like them. Even drowning those bad boys in buttah haven't made me like 'em. I consider them my one pass, epicuriously (<— not a word, but whatever) speaking.

I realize a fox kit would probably love some underwater insects, but I'm going to let him speak for me (despite repeating to children I know "don't yuck my yum" constantly):

Neither, I love a good New England Clam Chowder - it's crustaceans... goddamned underwater insects, those fuckers.

50% of your Number Ones offend me, but I'm entirely behind the other two.

wax sculptures of actors, just like actors!

Having a wax sculpture made of you has to be one of the weirdest trappings of celebrity.

Listen, PBR is all natural. Or something.

I was fairly young when I saw Dark City, but it is undeniably art. (Sadly, the trailer doesn't do it any real justice)

Important to notw: The History Channel, desperate to attract a more diverse audience than my dad, has also furthered this mythology in modern times.

I have legitimately no hate for Woodley expressing her self aware breast perfection. If only I had recognized the awesomeness that were my 22-year-old tatas.

I guess he's the kind of guy who keeps his socks on. Huh, never would have guessed

I see what you're saying, but it also relies heavily on the existence of Alec Guinness. Let's be honest, Guinness in everything would have fixed any and all prequel/sequel issues ever. ;)

I was thinking about Temple of Doom, and it doesn't really jibe as a prequel. The Indiana Jones saga is told episodically, so the fact that it was out of order is incidental. The stories never really tie into one another until the abomination that was Crystal Skulls (if Cate Blanchett can't save a film, it is truly…

They're bathing in Grand Cru, presumably from Château Smith-Haut-Lafitte since they're partnered with the property, so it's horrifically expensive bath water. Hell, it's damned expensive for wine.

It is in these instances when I am thankful I don't live in an area where this is an issue, as I would undoubtedly be arrested for arson.

Touche.

I cannot get hehind not sweating at pets, particularly when one of our dogs now comes to "where is that fuzzy bastard?"

"Of all doubts benefitted, 'tis the sexy ones which benefit the most."