It was hard to tell Vinnie I couldn't shoot those hoops after school today, and to skip out on Mom's special birthday dinner, but Diary, I knew it was more important to push my troops through another grueling training exercise. I guess maybe balancing being a kid, a doctor and a galactic military officer is going to…

I'll see if I can track it down. I appreciate the heads up.

Tumbleweed Connection rules.

Elvis concert documentaries ('68 Comeback Special, Hawaii, The Way is Is, et al) are all you need. So good. So much fun.

I've got a bad feeling about this new font.

Oh yeah, forgot about those ominous robots. Good point.

Ford seeks connection to the point that he maintains an old boozy robot just to have someone to chat with, so the more casual tone of his one-on-one interactions with Bernard, may, again in hindsight, be a byproduct of that need.

Yes, my Gatekeeper!

"The Master of Disguise" is 70 minutes (with credits) of constantly misguided choices made by cast and crew alike. And I love it so.

I haven't scanned all the way, but no mention of Atticus, Jem, and Scout Finch thus far and that means two things:
1. Folks are missing out on some realistic, difficult, tender business, novel or film.
2. There's likely somebody on my lawn right now, in need of being shouted at.

Ahh!

And all of us can spell!

I'm pretty sure this is just called 'The Taking' on Canadian Netflix. Also, the Rogan/Ephron 'Neighbors' is called 'Bad Neighbors' (Maybe 'Bad Neighbours'?) on there. I'll check out any other cross-border title discrepancies.

Blinded by the Festival of Lights

Old Dutch is still the go-to chip for my circle of friends and they've never let us down. Also, always wanted to commend you for the Casey representation, and now that Finnegan's shown up, my hat's off for good. Now back to Alligator Al's shifty place of business. (I worked on a Tickle Trunk reference, but everything…

My band.

The word "capital" spelled incorrectly, right off the bat? Come on, team. Who's profreading this shirt?

Got the hydrophobie. Don't go near that dog now, hear?

Ich bin ein millennial opportunist.

You leave those farting gymnasts alone. Do you have any idea what kind of coordination and rehearsal it takes to develop and deliver an athletoflatulent routine like that? Show some respect.