The movie was:

Lemme guess: you think it’s stupid to order flowers on your computer, when you can just do it on your telephone?

Bob Odenkirk’s in EVERYTHING these days.

I always told myself that if I lost my legs I’d become one of those beefy basketball-playing “bad ass amputees” with tats and giant arms.

But I thought a chiro could fix everything, someone in my book club said so!

I’m sorry man, I hope I didn’t come off crazy. I miss booze SO much but my body just can’t tolerate it anymore. Thus I’ve had a lot of time to think about its absence. I probably think too much about it.

If it’s as sudsy and insane as Yellowstone, with no effort toward continuity or logic... it’ll be fun.

Oh come now. Watching F1 compared to say, Indycar, is like watching soccer compared to basketball. Whatever its merits, I don’t watch F1 for action. 

This is nearly my same comment in the relevant Scorcese threads, but THERE I'm a buzzkill. An accurate buzzkill. 

Thank goodness we caught this in the comment section! Those crazy engineers who study stuff kind this their whole lives, what IDIOTS!

“I have had many less-than-sober conversations, interactions and moments that were inspiring, creative and hilarious. Yes, there have been some incidents where it was the opposite but in my experience, “less interesting” hasn’t been the norm”

“And finally, list out all the positives you’ve enjoyed since cutting back on drinking—things like uninterrupted sleep, clear-headedness, and relief that you’re able to exercise, run errands, and tidy up the house rather than simply nursing nausea and a brain-splitting headache on a Sunday afternoon.”

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?

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.