Yeah, personality-wise, but wouldn't Norton be perfect for the Daniel Negreanu Story?

If I ever go heads-up against a guy whose tell is bleeding out of the fucking eyes my life will be complete.

There is no limit to the number of times I can watch Rounders.  It used to be a litmus test for women I dated.  If they didn't get the movie, they probably wouldn't get my *big slick*, and by that I mean my penis.

"Never forget; WE are the story."

I have a spare room in my house which is available for porn shoots….FREE!  No bureaucratic gobbledee-gook on this set, no way.  Nine feet by twelve feet of condomless freedom, just don't take the Incredible Hulk poster off the wall.  Who's with me?

As a former surfing idol from a surf-family dynasty, whose sexual relief until the age of 19 relied solely on the occasional hand job from my mother, I felt that JFC really spoke directly to me.  Who the other individual HBO thought John from Cincinnati might appeal to, is lost to the ages.

And Dancer in the Dark.  Classic old timer musical, that one is.

I met Fred Rogers when he taught a seminar at Pitt a few decades ago. He was, and remains, the only one of his kind.  A genuinely nice person, who obviously loved playing any part he could in helping kids turn out right.

Christians scare me.  Puppets scare me.  Oddly, put together, they are strangely comforting.  At 3 AM, in my dark and dingy apartment, after doing the last of my available black tar heroin, when even my one-eyed mangy cat won't come near me due to the smell, the flickering images of Christian puppets give me hope and…

Clearly, you are familiar only with the Cliff Notes version of Christopher Hitchens.  You should try actually reading him prior to farting out your opinion.

Belief in a god represents the inability to reason using logic, instead choosing to ascribe one's place in the world to a fairy tale.  The concept of god is such an anathema to our rational selves that religion was invented to "cheerlead" ridiculous thoughts into the heads of followers.  Myths die without some force…

You'll die slowly, or you'll die quickly.  As messy as cancer is, it is (realistically) much more humane than the protracted withering which most of us will experience.  Hitch went out before that amazing mind could rot on the ground.

Knowing it was inevitable, his decline so evident in his last public appearance, didn't make it easier.  The world lost someone great today.  Today sucks.

Nope, Richard Dawkins (evolutionary biologist).  Close though.

What Dexter needs is a Bautista/La Guerta/Harry's ghost/Babysitters-no-one-could-possibly-give-a-liquid-shit-about spin-off that the writers can throw all of their scrap dialog into.  A spin-off uncluttered by serial killers.

Amid the myriad inconsistencies and continuity gaffes this season, I am troubled by the fact that every car with a Florida plate has a front license plate.  We here in Florida don't have front license plates.  How does the location monkey miss this?

I try to hate him.
But his subversive little smirk melts my heart.

Thanks for nothing Sea World!
As long as Sea World (and other similar marine-themed amusement parks with the word "World" in them) are furiously masturbating Killer Whales with cow vaginas, using up all of the quality cow vaginas in the process, driving up the price of available cow vaginas, and leaving nothing but…

Damn Menstruation!
I WANTED to see this in the theaters during its nanosecond of an opening run, but I had cramps in my uterus and bleeding from my vagina. Due to the fact that I got my period. And this is excruciatingly ironic, due to the fact that I am… get ready… a male. Born without a uterus OR a vagina!!! …

And this beautiful redundancy…..
This "perfectly" casted, and well translated adaptation warrants a "B-" ? How?