IF MICHAEL BAY MADE THAT IT WOULD OWN ALL YOUR ASSES, BITCHES!

I think the final indicator of whether CB is a complete asshole will be what happens when he's had time to calm down and think about this episode. If he says, "Wow, I sure lost it there, didn't I? I really gotta watch that. But Jesus, Shane, try not to do that again, huh?", then we can say he just had a bad day. If…

I suppose Viking breakfast would be egg, bacon, spam, and sausage flavor.

*Owen Wilson walks off the stage.*

Zees geeves me zee blues. Helas!

Bark Tide of the Schooner
Bring the Buoys Back Home
Resubmergence

On the other hand I have no use for The Man Who Knew Too Much, either edition. The one from 1934 is at least mildly droll at times, but still clumsy. The 1956 remake is just ridiculous: Que Sera, my ass. Too bad we'll never know how Chesterton would have mocked it.

All you need is love.
Gimme, gimme good lovin' every night.
Yes, indeed, all I really need is good lovin'.

All this Hitchcock love, but no mention of The Thirty-Nine Steps? My favorite Hitch flick for many years now. It takes virtually nothing from the book besides the title, but that's not all bad unless you're a hardcore Buchan fan.

Revere Warewolves

Wow, is this a first (not a firstie)? A staff double-post?

And two hard-boiled eggs.
Make that three hard-boiled eggs.

From my apartment in the hills overlooking Scranton,
years ago, I too used to silently watch the city. But I'm ashamed to say I never
pictured it preparing to take off. No imagination, I guess.

I think we accept McGoohan's irascibility because the things that make him angry are the same things that make many of us angry.

Who is number 1?
You are number 6.

Wait, what about…?
I can't believe that in all this talk about shit pizza no one has mentioned Shakey's. Tasteless leathery crust topped with Chef Boy-ar-dee sauce. The final indignity: awful, awful music.