This.

Awkward movie story: Freshman year of college, I was doing a paper on Eyes Wide Shut and was doing shot-by-shot analyses, and was working on it Sunday midday; roommate was out doing Bibley stuff, everything was quiet, I thought it would be the perfect time to actually focus on Kubrick's composition.

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I spray it with a Myster, but it just limits its modern compatibility to MacOS and Sega Saturn.

Sorry, I forget to take my Mads Mikkelson mask off a lot.

Waffle Crisp, or as my college roommates called it for some reason while they nommed, "Chumbis."

You know the deal….you have to name him Rumpelstilskin.

You're going to be gangbusters at school. Seriously, college shouldn't be an option until you're 24-25.  You're actually going to get something out of it.

You have nothing to lose.  If they reject you outright without even cursory friendliness, not only are they not for you, they're just a plain asshole.

Taking a girlfriend to meet my family would be a terrifying event too.  Still, if he's a really solid guy, you could have the family from You Can't Take It With You and he'll still stand by you.

That's an interesting realization about the lottery.  I don't know if there are any differences between its function in the UK as opposed to here in the USA, but I've begun to view it as a means of keeping the lower- to middle- classes down, since statistics (and logic) show that the poor spend far more money than…

Congrats, Pedant!  That's a huge step.

I'm only an hour and a half north and have almost 80 percent of my friends attending.

Every time I see him, Jesse Plemons just reminds me of Matt Damon's marionette in Team America.

Redemption Song, duet with Joe Strummer, fuckers.

I surprise myself how often I use this line.

Where's our now-obligatory Rockapella gimmick poster?

That's what she said.

Are we the same person?

EARTH-A-BRUTE