This right here. I’ve been thinking about becoming an electrician, but I’m in my 50s so I don’t know how will that will work. I know I have to do the schoolwork and apprenticeship. By the time that’s done, I’ll be in my 60s and then what?
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The allure of the trades is that you NEVER have to deal with corporate bullshit. I left the corporate world for the trades and I’ll never go back.
And the drilled metal grilles in this car look like they came from a Pep Boys catalog.
Amen. Maybe on its own it might be attractive, but versus other luxury brands it looks like a 1990s Mercury Cougar with the red color and ovoid shapes.
It’s K-Mart luxury because the inside looks like the electronics you buy at Menards.
Star Wars reminds me of the original Planet of the Apes movie series. By the end, it was a series for children.
“there would be lots more melting of cultures by then.”
Children are forever. You never stop being a parent, even reassuring your kids as you die.
My favorite was his CBB TV show appearance, as a “hero airline pilot” who landed his plane on a city street... only to reveal it was because he was stalking his ex-girlfriend’s car.
Some of these British movies have really twisted values to American audiences. My wife consumes ANYTHING British and once in a while I’ll find myself recoiling in fucking horror while the characters smile happily away.
He would be Hispanic not White.
“he got her something so she would become what he wants”
Come now, you can’t imagine it?
Holy shit this is super accurate. Nothing makes money like clicks and controversy... and F1 is very good at making money for everyone attached.
Oh man!! Green mile? I remember that one.
Hah! Yes.
If you haven’t listened to theVampire Lestat audiobook read by Frank Muller, you’re missing out on some truly fucking chilling shit.
Great! It’s all orchestrated anyway through formula and rules, why not be a spectacle too?
Hey at least it was a SHOW for once. I tried so damn hard to get into F1 but it was more like soccer: long stretches of boredom, something happens, then someone complains.
In 1991 I was around 12 years old, and we ALL knew this movie was for pussies. It reminded us of something our grandparents would make us watch when we visited.