The script is miserable, things happen because they need to, almost never organically.

Don’t know, I haven’t descended far enough into dementia to risk watching that in its entirety.

Well played.

I think there’s a reason they don’t mention the reason why they want him dead in the movie. It’s because the only reasonable take would be (yes I’m nixing silly stuff like the recapture of pension funds in Polar) to remove the possibility of him writing his memoirs or singing in court. However, they have a clone of…

how does a human being psychologically process the fact not just their house or something, but the entire Earth is gone.

It’s become pretty clear that the thing that killed off the dinosaurs wasn’t a meteor, it was plot convenience.

Is he sick and tired of winning yet?

In case we are not aware of the ease with which individuals can be swayed to do terrible things in order to maintain their esteem amongst their peers, you’re looking at it.

I learned the proper way to work on a lawnmower from that movie.  Also, never read the newspaper when there’s a satanic dog in the room with you.

The Endless is a great existential horror film. I cannot recommend it enough.

I heard it was because Jan Michael Vincent #7 passed away trying to be in two quadrants at once. And let’s face it, #7 was the heart and soul of that show.

This is all very nice, but where is my third season of Ball Fondlers?

Binti was OK (a lot of plot convenience going on), but Home had so much crying. So much. And I didn’t find the character very interesting anymore, so I gave up. Maybe I quit too soon?

I haven’t been there since probably 2011 or so. It felt like a ghost town. I imagine that they get most of their business from hotel guests.

First, good to meet a fellow UD Alum.

Clearly no hope that her ship will adjust course, and party leadership is clearly not leading this charge. The groundswell is what encourages...but as ever, I hope for the best and plan for the abysmal worst.

Shit, can we dare to hope that American Politics may be turning in support of actual citizens? Citizens that aren’t flapping around giant checks in return?

Strangely enough, not the first mix of Jim Crow-era systemic racism and Lovecraftian horrors that is worth a read. The Ballad of Black Tom, by Victor Lavalle, is a shorter - but at least as meaningful and powerful - take on the mythos. In both cases it’s fitting that the shitty racism that drove Lovecraft’s work has…

Well said.

2,500 years from now there’s going to be a lot of recycling, I’m guessing