I'm imagining Medusa's hair pulled around on a network of strings and puppeteers.

But not the Charlie Brown stripe. Curious.

Is Karnak the guy who senses weakness? I only remember him from old Fantastic Four comics (maybe Defenders?), he was kind of a comical little shit.

"I'll quit laughing if you put me on your show"
"I don't got a show."
"Ha-ha!"

Tell a bunch of middle-school kids that there's a $5/head bounty, we'll see who needs firearms.

That's one of my points, you shouldn't expect others to appropriate it, whatever the venue, assuming it's a "legitimate" installation. That's an explicit legal protection for artists. Honestly not too many shits can be spared over here with the Recent Unpleasantness, so I'm not exactly giving them out for a temporary…

Devil's Advocate mode: If the girl works so well on her own, why is it a big deal to move her? Also there are legal protections for artists concerning re-appropriation, so despite the details of the Banksy-type guerilla installation of the bull and subsequent popular legitimization as a national landmark (a method…

The bull wading through a pile of Fearless Girl corpses on his way to claim another would seem like fair play, and a more realistic take on Wall Street.

I'd like to see this idea forged anew, in taxidermy.

Get a load of this guy. "No more mockery" he says. *pulls out novelty dildo*

There's no tank on those airplane toilets or I'd just leave an upper-decker. Maybe in one of those unused coffee pots on the rack in the back.

I was lied to seven different times by four Delta employees on one trip. They simply don't care, because they know you will be a memory when their shift ends, and they want you to plainly see all this subtext as they lie to you.

They suckered me with the Led Zeppelin, which kind of worked with the King Arthur thing too.

I went in with low expectations and was still disappointed. The visuals are amazing, and I'm always ready to weigh technical prowess higher than most, but the story is empty and the lead actress is a poor choice for this role. So there.

I keep dreaming of opening a Gladiator-type arena. Paintball, foam arrows, drones, tennis-ball cannons, etc. With beer and weed. Maybe a peeler bar and some rooms on the side. This is all I needed to hear!

I forget a lot of things, but the condition of that poor woman's mattress is not one of them.

I think it's a complicated Bodhi/Johnny Utah relationship.

The tin-foil applique on top seals the deal. Crafty!

I get the feeling that "cannot-lose-a-fight" is an essential philosophy or self-fulfilling prophecy, so we should see him get all drunk and bitter later when Batroc ties a can to his ass.

What if a shy boy ended up taking care of an alien mech pilot with huge tits and no sense of modesty? What if it was Barron Trump?