Good Lord, that "parking service" thing is ludicrous!  I'm sure it scares some people, though, since it sounds official, even though the "parking service" consists of that landlord himself and a yellow legal pad with makes, models, and license numbers of the cars he's totally gonna get one of these days…somehow…

That scene was so fake.  Everyone knows that what you do there is put a poultice on the leg, and then light the corner of a piece of paper on fire, set it on Daniel-san's chest and immediately cover it with a drinking glass.  The fire will quickly exhaust all the oxygen, and go out, leaving a vacuum in the glass that…

Once again, "It's NAHT a TOO-mah!"

Please tell me the gunpowder-cauterizing thing is legit, though!

Yes, "civilian" in the title is definitely referring to people who do not make medicine or surgery their profession, who nonetheless have to perform a medical or surgical operation.  It would be like if a priest were forced to land a plane by radio instructions; we might refer to him as a "layman" in the context of…

Now those credits seem to be gone!

Leeches and tooth-pulling at the barber!

The two older guys fighting in a parking garage.

Ah, I see you're enrolled at the University of Phoenix!

I'm constantly amazed at how many people make their movie-ticket-purchasing decisions with complete recklessness.  Some of them will then not even pay attention during the film.  If they sleep, that's their business.  If they talk on their phones or to their neighbors, that's when I suddenly, and temporarily, become a…

I read or heard someone's theory that fascism and Nazism wouldn't have had nearly the success they did without the great uniforms.  This guy's point was that, in the wounded-pride culture of Middle Europe in the 1920s, the assertion of manliness and conquering strength represented by the fascists' and Nazi's uniforms…

No kidding.  I've been reading the Patrick O'Brian novels, and it's amazing how well they were able to capture the life aboard a man-o-war that O'Brian makes so brilliantly alive on the page.

The Untouchables!

Pretty much every Bond movie.

This says it all:

The difference is that I like broccoli rabe.  I actually like almost every vegetable.  The nasty-flavored medicine is the better comparison for me.

Well, assuming you were parked there legally, you were totally in the right.  No one owns the public street out front of his house.

It's interesting that Heinlein was such a right-winger, considering how Stranger in a Strange Land was such a touchstone for the question-authority, Age of Aquarius, free-love hippies.

Got started, probably won't continue.  Malinger-Her can, if she wants to.  On her own.  I'm clearly not in the intended audience, due to my sex, sexuality, age, and class.

I don't know what city you live in, but in most places in America, the streets are public property, and that means that anyone is eligible to park on them (within certain limitations, of course, such as no parking in snow-plow lanes, and in some cities, there are limits on how long you can park there, especially…