“…one of their celebrities.”

Ah, yes, I remember this movie… a real guilty pleasure with a few genuine white-knuckle moments (holy shit did the opening scene have me squirming in my seat). Stallone played the underdog well, and Lithgow (sporting an accent that can only be called 'Lithgowian') was fun as always. It was nice to see Michael Rooker…

Except that if they did that, some assholes on Reddit would be speculating on the baby still being alive "because you didn't actually see him die."

Oh yeah! They mocked MC Hammer for using samples in his songs… in a song they built around a Peter Gabriel sample.

I'd never heard an entire theater burst into derisive laughter until poor Harrison Ford had to say, "their treasure wasn't gold. It was knowledge. Knowledge was their treasure."

You have my sympathy regarding that Jazz documentary. You're only going to learn that (1) Louis Armstrong is the greatest genius that humanity has ever produced, and (2) anything after 1960 isn't really jazz, unless Louis Armstrong played on it. That's really about it.

Me too! My sister and I went in to the theater knowing absolutely nothing about it. We left still not knowing what the hell we'd just seen, but knowing that we loved it.

Mine's 'Kingdom of the Crystal Skull' for similar reasons as above. I saw it in New Haven, where the college scenes were filmed, on opening night. Some audience members had been extras and others had been hired to do this or that for the movie production, but nobody had seen the finished product yet.

I was doing some spring cleaning recently and came across my old copy of 'The Cactus Album' from high school, but I haven't listened to it for the reason you alluded to.

My money would be on Littlefinger, somehow.

Long-term use of which may cause loss of consistent accent, so Davos had better be careful.

Upvoted because I now know that I'm not the only person on earth who remembers 3rd Bass.

Jesus Christ, that's the most David Byrne-esque thing ever. That song makes much more sense now, in a strange way.

"One unavoidable fact about this album is how unrelentingly dark it is.
The music is often foreboding, but the lyrics describe a world of utter
hopelessness."

Where do I sign up?

Yeah, as a die-hard Sawx fan, I've given up trying to square my memories of what Schilling did in 2004 with the real-life douchebag that he is. (When I think about the '04 postseason now, I just imagine that Pedro, Tim Wakefield, and Derek Lowe started every game.)

Like the rest of humanity, I haven't watched 'Jerry Maguire' in at least ten years, but if I remember correctly, isn't there a scene early on where he's visiting a badly injured football star in the hospital, and it's clear that everyone's only goal (Jerry included) is to get the poor guy back on the field asap,…

Scott Adams (of Dilbert fame) morphed into a total chucklehead so gradually that I hardly noticed, but he did have a good bit in one of his early books about the idiocy of the corporate Mission Statement, and why he adopted "Rub my bald spot at least once a day" as his own.

Well, conceivably he COULD have suggested that the Wachowskis do a complete story overhaul before they shot the Matrix sequels, but he didn't.

I used to play bass in a rock band, and during a rehearsal years ago, I decided to momentarily abandon all the fancy walking lines and countermelodic shit I'd spent months putting together, instead playing straight eighth root notes on everything. Every single song sounded better that way. It was the most valuable…