Sometimes people have regressive, retrograde dreams…and they ride them all the way to the White House!
Sometimes people have regressive, retrograde dreams…and they ride them all the way to the White House!
Once I realized that the Oscars are an industry party for industry people, I've found them much more bearable, as well as much easier to ignore.
Attention
Your options are either being dead inside or a racist homophobe or I guess you could be both.
Briefly the liquor store near our house had some Nicaraguan beer for, like $4.99 for a twelve pack, even while the six packs were still 7.99 or 8.99 (it's, uh, it's been a few years).
Old Style tastes like its main ingredient is soggy paper towels, but—now you listen to me, Chicago—I'd rather drink 10 Old Styles than any Malort.
I remember having Special Export (and even seeing Special Export signs like the one pictured above!) as recently as…2008 or 9?
RED! The blood of angry men (coming out of….wherever)
I'm sure the repeal of environmental and worker's safety regulations will get that down to just 15x the cost!
Seriously. Ewan McGregor might be "just an actor," but at least he's something.
My indie rock-loving pal and I were talking, and we realized that by loving Bowie's music and (reflectively) ignoring his fascination with fame or whatever, we were missing a big part of the Bowie experience, but also, were okay with that.
Whoa—Is that what he was trying to do?
*Does the too-slow thing, because I can't help myself*
So, it's a strip club basically?
La La Land 2: NY Unbearable
Who needs camps? If you make people pay two thousand bucks for something, they convince themselves that it was good.
She's going to be a juvenile delinquent wreck!
SNL also did it with the Bey-hive skit.
The joke that people are venerating Moonlight without actually seeing it landed for me. Also the fact that the one cop's name appears to be Sat-in-Jelly