"Kickin' the Faygo." Heh heh.
"Kickin' the Faygo." Heh heh.
That's awesome, Jason; I really thought only my family did that.
I'm glad so many people have mentioned the Albert Finney version…
…because it's still THE version of this story, in my opinion.
I really hope Boyle…
…sticks more closely to actual events than to the way the book was structured. I hated the book's layout: it kept cutting away to other outdoor adventures Ralston had had; every other chapter was a different story. (And in the afterword, Ralston thanked Quentin Tarantino for the story's…
I agree with the OG here entirely. The new book reads like fan-fiction, alternately reverential and unfunny. Sometimes both at once.
All right, now I know what a Juggalo is.
What's with the hating directed at GENTLEMEN BRONCOS? Has anyone even seen it yet? It's Jared Hess, directing Jemaine from Flight of the Conchords! And it's about the humorous aspects of sci-fi-lit culture! It should be a ton of fun. I hope I'm never so jaded that I can't laugh at NAPOLEON DYNAMITE or about 9/10…
Stacy is, I'm willing to bet money, actually a really cool girl with a goofy sense of humor, who enjoys messing with everyone who takes pop culture more seriously than she does. Think Andy Kaufman.
Re: the Three Investigators.
(Sooner or Later) One of Must Know. The piano in that wrecks my brain.
I've probably listened to the Amazon.com clips of this a hundred times…
…and it is really just mind-blowingly weird, one of the strangest, straightest-played, unironic, uncool things I've ever heard.
You've created a false dichotomy here between religious believers and "quick-to-dismiss," grudge-holding, ex-member nonbelievers. There's a middle ground here, a spectrum in fact.
I grew up Mormon—and grew the hell out of it, thankfully—and that letter and its comments rang terrifyingly familiar to me.
No, you're right. They like Good Charlotte and Muse.
Yeah, but this was an epic, elaborate plot, with (I think) impressive results. It certainly made my winter more interesting.
Hey shut up, the music he helped create means a lot to a lot more people than just the two demographics you mentioned.
This really does make me sad.
Don't die, Morrissey.
A meme is born.
I have a pretty wild Sublime-related story…
Back in 1998 and '99, I worked at a cool little Russian-Orthodox-Church turned-coffee-shop in Kenai, Alaska, called Veronica's, and part of my job was booking the musical acts that played there on weekends.
If he's half as funny as THE HEARTBREAK KID, count me in!