No songs.

It was like a generic diseases thing. Dumb, and you know, there's a fairly usable narrative reason just laying there, too.

They might get sick from the blood.

Apparently sometime in season three, 'cause it hasn't happened yet.

The Hireling just depressed the heck out of me. The movie really rests on the nearly preternaturally repressed performance by Robert Shaw. Damn he was good.

Hey!

I laugh at your fart!

Only British people can fly. You shouldn't try to fly and you shouldn't listen to British people.

I shit on your piss!

I spit on your spit!

Yeah, blinds are like regulars now.

Mother father, Chinese dentist!

Well, if you were going to ask me if a group of Draculas might get together, or a bunch of Wolfmans, then yes, they probably do have very good parties.

You're always in the way.

I ain't afraid of no Netflix Show.

Conservatives believe you shouldn't kill babies 'til they're born. I guess they don't think the babies feel it good enough before then.

Well maybe, but if you still believe in supply side and trickle down economics, denying or ignoring climate change and its implications for our national security, and destroying the social safety net, it doesn't make a whole lot of difference.

Yeah, but back in the day they at least thought they were making decent movies. They were sort of trying. And because of that, even during something as horrid as say The Manitou, (which I saw as a tiny child, sitting partially behind a pole in a big old movie auditorium converted to a multiplex) there was the…

This is the reason why back when I drank (more than any human should) Taco Bell was my go to (so to speak) hangover remedy.

You're one quarter of the way toward being a successful fantasy writer.