trigger warning: Kenny

Runaways, yo. Or Power Pack, if you're feeling brave.

So, John Travolta is going for the "Handsome Jack Mask" look. Okay.

What if both corporations are unisex? That'd be a crime against nature. "You can't explains to your children, when a single-celled parasite loves another single-celled parasite…"

Worst. Deus. Ex. Machina. Ever.

You "Little Boy"d him out of existence. Great job!

RIP. NYCMediaExecutive. May your medication last through the month and not overlap with your drinking piques.

Darn it, I'll go have to read the moth-ridden remnants now.

There is a lovely reflective quality to your comments that makes it seem as if you're attacking yourself, rather than whatever shiny object your gaze fixes on for an indeterminate length of time. You attack a very non-private film reviewer as anonymous, while hiding behind a private mask. You question others sexual…

Because that is a real thing that happened in your head, sure. I have best friends and family that are patriots, conservatives and bumpkins in every possible order and they'd all just shake their head at your sense-of-non.

What sort of Tourette diarrhea association do you have where this is your natural response? Who the living hell are you responding to, yourself? Your interest or disinterest in conservative figurehead marginalia is of no concern to anything, but you seem fixated. The vacuum is thataway, enjoy the suck of the void, I…

So, remember Star Wars, when Darth Vader turned the planet of Alderaan into cheap fireworks? This is sort of like that, in that it's made up fantasy hokum, but referencing the very real and ugly deaths of hundreds of thousands of civilians. But Murica & fuck yeah & God is great when we win or somesuch…

You're getting there, but still not quite at your final form. Keep at it. With time and revision, and peer feedback, your thesis may yet emerge.

There's roughly seventy in this article alone, so perhaps? Good times. Good times.

Your calling, your life-long ambition, your secret shame, your reason to be, your everything, your limitless pursuit, your noble profession, your vanity project, your child, your fallback position.

Qualifying this as your job is just going to be extremely entertaining. Paid sockpuppet? Retiree? Street Grinder Organ Monkey? Devil's Advocate by Way of Bus Stop Advertising? PR masseuse? Michael Rapaport's coke dealer?

Whenever in this article have you talked about filmcraft? Oh wait, you've only spewed forth hatred towards them lefties and their attack on religion, seemingly ignoring the glorious majesty of the giant steaming turd that brought you here.

Fair enough, fairweather123, fair enough.

Huh, I don't ever once apologizing, but be sure to find those words of mine and report back, pronto. I'll be here.

fairweather is fighting the good fight. keep fair & balancing.