Anticlimactic, wasn't it? But the expression on Antonio Banderas' face at the very end made for a satisfying denoument.

Fine, let's say she produced two eggs while she was hiding in the landing gear. How were the eggs stimulated to hatch when everyone was in their cryo-pods? How did the facehuggers know where the cryo-pods were located?

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Yeah, he really is a despicable douchenozzle.

Mostly done with my re-read of The Dark Tower and, after the messiness of the first one- or two-hundred pages clears up, it turns into a decent read, even though the centerpiece appears to be

Bah! Her whole egg sac thingy was left behind on LV-426! Are you telling me that alien eggs are viable without floating in slurm for a couple days?

Yeah, why endanger the cat when you could just leave it in the hands of a corporation involved in things like biological weapons testing and cosmetics. What could possi-bly go wrong?

I really wish this whole sequence of posts had been first.

Donkeypunch Island.

I've been watching early episodes of an obscure little TV show that you've probably never heard of called Mad Men. It's all about a misunderstood man named Pete Campbell and his love of ceramic dishware and rifles. "It's a chip and dip!"

Yar, fat spice guy was the closest this show had to Wallace Shawn in The Princess Bride. I guess we'll just have to make do with bald eunuch dude.

What the hell? This show isn't about cyborgs at all!

I wish Renly's (hereinafter referred to as "Gaybeard") assassination had been staged like the awesome shadowplay stuff in Francis Ford Coppola's Brahm Stoker's Dracula. And although the bulk of these responses are pointing out instances of magic, most of what we get in the first book are supernatural creatures, not…

I loved the fat spice guy and his sarcasm! Zaxxon Zaxxon Exxon is cool too.

See? It's like I told mom, HBO is a slippery slope towards utter degradation. It starts with Dinklage owning on Game of Thrones, then you and your magnificent tits end up watching dwarf porn with E. Buzz Miller.

When mom's in the room, what else is there to watch?

Apparently I win a visit from Jehova's Witnesses that interrupts my naked drunken internet posting. Thanks for saving my soul, Jehova's Witnesses!

I hear he's actually an orangutan with a bunch of TV-related magnetic poetry sets. The AV Club unleashes him at night when he dons a jetpack and fights crime.

They should just write that sitcom about a sassy robot.

Yeah, why does he only do impressions of black people? What a racist douche.