I read "Sissy Spacey" and saw "Sissy Spacek." And then I wondered if Spacek was one of the actor's relatives or something.
I read "Sissy Spacey" and saw "Sissy Spacek." And then I wondered if Spacek was one of the actor's relatives or something.
Interesting thought… Is there even ONE recent comedy in which the leading characters aren't wise-cracking cynics?
To survive on a strict diet of hate watching. "I do it for the lols!"
That was my favorite exchange in this one, definitely.
Damn. Makes me happy my mom called my brother's sweetie "pleasingly plump."
Man, I had the opposite problem last time I went to my local Radio Shack—and the time before that, and the time before that. It's like going to a party where none of the guests show up, and one of the three bored, lonely nerds directs me eagerly to the right product as if trying to ply that chick who pitied them with…
You can pretty much glean what you need to know in this very article—it's just vague enough, I'm thinking. And it seems traffic isn't moving too much on this thread anymore, so I don't think anyone will answer my question. (But I have watched all of season two now, so, good for me.)
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P.S.: [insert big girl coming…
I liked the "Homeland" one and laughed heartily. But I'm prone to that sort of thing. The weirder the thing, the harder I laugh. I've been compared to a hyena.
I notice stuff like that, too. ("On the nose" comes up in many reviews here, for example.) I can't help picking up on such things, I find writers' tics sort of interesting.
You know how it is. When you look out the window of a tall building, everyone looks like Ant-Men.
Pah! It's obvious that only Ant-Man could write this unbelievable crap!
"Some drugs. S'posed to be good for you."
Hmmm. And I wonder where psychologically delusional ones go, the ones who truly believe there is no way they can be physically harmed? Crazy people in this heaven, ornot?
Right. FIFY!
(Don't you just hate it when someone presumes they can "fix it for you"? Hellooo, my opinion may be silly but it's not a flat tire.)
Man, she was admirable—If I die of some accident like that, I wouldn't take it as well as her. And I would be the hopeful, insecure partner in any romantic relationship I started in Heaven, I have little doubt! This movie was so bittersweet and yet Streep was so funny.
Unlike Corn Nuts.
She dropped her 'gs' when she read '—ing' words. Love be deaf, I guess. (Michael Kelly did a Stephen King audiobook awhile back, btw—and I would love if he did Tale of Two Cities!)
This show, along with St. Elsewhere, could really deliver the crazy. Arnie's hopelessly lovesick secretary, whose fatal flaw was being mildly overweight. John Glover playing a doctor who was discriminated against because of some genetic tumors on his hands and face. Smits befriending the lawyer who was a little…
Muh Gawd.
Argh, I would hate to live where tattoos are sneered at.