Gary's been in a coma since June of 2015. Be gentle.

Let's get this out of the way right off the bat: it's not the ketchup part, it's the well done part that grinds people's gears if they know steak and cooking. Anything well done is going to need a sauce to moisten it, and hell, it might as well be ketchup at that point.

OK!

"You ever had your shit . . . pushed . . . in?"

Although i haven't seen it since its first run on premium cable days, I really liked Training Day. Denzel's kinda been cruising on that character for a while, but at the time it was a revelation. That scene when he's got the two gang kids at gunpoint, I couldn't breathe. He's fucking magnetic in that role.

Enemy at the Gates is such a great idea for a movie and a new way to look at WWII (from a Hollywood perspective, at least) and yet it was so dull and inert.

Spy Game is a great throwback spy thriller that you watch with your dad. After I saw it I couldn't wait for my dad to see it, and he did and loved it, and now if it's on TV when we're together we're watching it.

When even their eyelids and tips of their ears are flushed, you know they're hurting.

Oh shit he's a demilich now!

I've had a couple dark moments after finishing wings and staring at that pile of bones where I feel like a serial killer and they just dug up my back yard.

The overall tone of F&TH is pretty dark though: two cute little baby animals grow up to hate each other. I haven't seen it since I was little, but don't they kind of leave it at they come to an uneasy truce, but still aren't really friends anymore?

I honestly thought that headline was tongue in cheek.

Welp, we're done here. Pretty easy to take the high ground over someone texting in the movie theater, but then you had to get MRA on us and set fire to yourself spectacularly.

It's not flip. I had that crushing realization in Sean's tribute article when he spelled how many of them are gone already.

1994 was the year the grunge 'do died and everyone cut their hair off. I was standing alone at the end of that year, preciously holding on to my flowing blond locks, but it wouldn't last another year.

Man I'd love that. It's a fascinating era. I don't know if they just thought that their demographic grew up and were making movies to appeal to those grown up kids or what, but a near unbroken line of bleak, scary movies starting in the late 70s: Watcher in the Woods, Something Wicked This Way Comes, The Black Hole,…

Except the skeksi emperor had power to give, and Ailes had none AND OH GOD THIS IS DELICIOUS I . . . sorry. Anyways. My point stands.

Five minutes into the movie you have a shrieking vulture thing with sharp teeth gargling its last breath and then crumbling into dust.

I thought that but didn't say it. Especially since was was his usual hyperactive self when we got him.

We both took a day off of work specifically to see it.