Me too. It's been a massive tapas type food thing here.
This week I did french bread, fried tomato, brown olives and olive oil as a dinner snack type deal.
Hadn't considered hummus.

Gremlins, Beverly Hills Cop, Freejack

One should adopt the other. I endorse this fully.

I think there's a definite 'well with all the competition that doesn't involve leaving the house' they feel they need to give as much film bang for buck.
Which is really dumb marketing. You get people to go by making better films, not raising the length.

Probably. It really straddles a line between being emotionally open and the kind of debauchery he's definitely kind of proud of and is a product of his generation's attitudes, particularly the 'rock star legend' stuff.
I guess it's honest in that way, given how he doesn't censor apparently.

Yeah it's full of that kind of fly on the wall type stuff. 
I kind of like that kind of autobiography where an older guy just says 'fuck it, I'm not going to be around much longer, so why not tell that story?'

Stalin was actually worse.
I believe Izzard said it fatuously on the double standard.

I'm going to #^@) this inventory up and then $&*! and $@!* a hamburger.

Because you touch yourself.

Little Billy 'Only Come's Out at Night'.

Cum again?

The thing with Philip K. Dick is he churned out so much stuff that some of it was going to be mediocre, but his best stuff is great.
Don't think that you need to read everything in other words, he's one of those types of authors he's best to be selective with.

I liked Life. It's one of those 'pseudo ghostwritten' books that manages to still retain the subject's voice and way you imagine he'd tell the story.
The stuff about him and his mom, and her unconditional love no matter what a fuck up he could be, was pretty touching too.

Yeah I don't get this either. 
Martin (and I'm saying this based only on the TV shows) seems to be taking established tropes of a genre and doing something different with them, whereas Tolstoy was pretty much inventing, and perfecting, a whole new drama.
And Wuthering Heights is the Victorian Twilight, only, y'know,…

Satan Is Real: The Ballad of the Louvin Brothers by Charlie Louvin.
It's like the first half of Walk Hard, only not so ridiculous.
Full of amazing details of growing up in that kind of southern farm and music being an escape, and then after the two brothers made it, the kind of insider stories you never hear apart from…

That's all excused by his moment of glory in the Brainiac episode though.

It's kind of hard to take anyone wearing that costume seriously.

I can understand Plastic Man. He's kind of pointless to include when you have Elongated Man already.

I think his power levels probably contributed to that. He's just so powerful potentially, it could make stories dull.

I liked psychotic robot Braniac pre-Crisis quite a bit.
They never really nailed the character post-Crisis oddly, which is strange given they absolutely nailed reinventing Luthor and others.