Back when I tried selling things via Amazon, I had the things until someone bought them, at which point I shipped the thing to the buyer. Obviously there have been changes if Amazon has warehouses and trucks and things—but where are they getting the things they plan to send as gifts? Are they talking about…

Even though I know this is right, Amazon has my credit card # on file, and that's the part that worries me.
And they're always telling me I might be interested in things I already have but got somewhere that wasn't Amazon, since they're my last resort source usually.

I guess it was too much to expect, however slightly, a nod to Claudio Abbado.

Or Dundee.

They keep logging me out and refusing to let me log back in again except via Facebook. I only have the Facebook account because I needed it to get into some site, somewhere, sometime back, and I never use it for anything so it's extra infuriating when I find myself in here, suddenly logged in via Facebook.
So you are…

Yes. Afraid so.

I wasn't but it sounds okay now that you've brought it up.

"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off
the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the
Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in
rain… Time to retire."
Shia Lebeouf

He's just been arrested for egging someone's house. His neighbor, maybe.

I do believe that they will turn out to be Faberge-class eggs once the lawyers get involved.

It's not having a skinny chicken ass. It's like a superpower.

It used to be on hulu; maybe still is. That's where I watched it.

Little Shop of Horrors in the Machine Age.

Tucked, you say. All this time, I thought it was CGI. I really did. Ouch.

Why do I keep thinking of Bill Murray?

I blame Franco.

You'd think, wouldn't you? Public media figure for over 30 years, live coverage of the Munich Olympics, etc., and ignored by the AV Club.

And the other one?

Still waiting for Jim McKay's obit.

One of the worst decisions I've made, in a life packed with poor choices, was turning down a ticket to see the Everlys (shortly before they broke up) in favor of going with friends who had a spare ticket for a Rod McKuen "concert." Insult added to injury, with extreme prejudice.
However, I later had the revenge of…