I wanted to like Under The Skin, but it just went...nowhere. I'm not sure what constitutes an indie film-or experimental-but I'm willing to go in open minded to just about anything. I tend to watch a fair amount of-what I assume is-indie horror, and I'm more often disappointed than I am entertained or pleasantly…

As a married father of 2, no, I don’t see enough films. I wouldn’t say it’s experimental, and maybe not indie, but it sure is shit.

Fair enough.

I understand PTA’s reasoning here, and I appreciate and respect his opinion.

To be more discriminate where I pop my culture, and to adopt a much less high-brow sense of humour.

You knowdilly-know it!

You knowdilly-know it!

At this point, if they lose anymore self-esteem they’ll become like me, and there ‘ain't no fuckin way I'm reliving that shit again.

Christ, my children continue to be such fucking disappointments.

All I’m hoping for in this situation is that the truth-no matter what it is-is outed.

The 2 fucking idiots bitching about Bowie and his death in this article remind me why I stayed away from this website, and many others.

...and Death will tear you apart!

Am I ....next?

20-fucking-19....already.

...and another icon from my childhood dies...

Perhaps this is the year we as a society draw the parallel between NoMeansNo’s retirement and the crumbling of western society.

I think it might be high time I got back into stand-up.

The Urbock is indeed wonderful. I'm off to the pub down the block for a pint before bed. Happy New Years to you and yours! :)

I’m drinking a Creemore, watching NoMeansNo live in Seattle 1999, while my daughter is off to my left building a Lego chalêt, my son is upstairs playing PUBG and my wife went to bed.

I enjoyed the episode/game quite a bit, but my favourite aspect was exploiting my wife’s “weakness” as a completionist by choosing multiple endings before she could go to bed...tantric viewing, I called it.