I second that. I know that taste is purely subjective, but this has become one of my favorite condiments/ingredients. 

Not to mention genuinely good films of various eras, domestic and foreign. Seems like another lifetime ago, doesn’t it?

She was like an albacore around his neck!!

True indeed, though for some reason it doesn’t strike me as absurd. Perhaps it’s because here he’s angrily yelling as opposed to speaking in a conversational tone.

Oh, Hell yes to Pat Kiernan.

If only just for one episode.

I believe that was a character based closely on Tyson. His name escapes me at the moment, but I do recall him being punch drunk to the point of retardation.

The expression on his face as he says this is priceless.

I’d purchase the largest television available and play it on a loop in my living room all day and all motherfucking night.

And what he says just prior to pulling the trigger is nothing less than perfect. 

The Wire 2: Back in the Habit

Yeah, I’ve been present for two knife fights on the Frankford El (from Spring Garden to Bridge and Pratt), once in the middle of the afternoon and once at around 8 or 9 PM.

As the grandson of those who lived through the depression (in Philadelphia and Brooklyn respectively), I believe this to most likely be the case.

Among their habits, they’d always take full advantage of grocery store sales and just about stockpile cans of food (beans, soup, etc.) in their basements or closets. They’d…

“Lookin’ at my Birkenstocks. That’s a firin’.”

In 1998 I attended one of their shows at Philly’s late, great Trocadero Theatre. After waiting quite some time for the band to even appear, Stuart Murdoch walked on stage and informed us that the show was cancelled. Apparently, Isobel Campbell had fallen ill and could not perform.

I suppose that we were all…

The one that I frequented in Northeast Philly did as well. In addition to that, their VHS rental section had the most eclectic variety of films in the area (and the only one I knew of that carried Eraserhead).

How about every single fucking day.

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The cover of David Bowie’s Heathen never fails to stop me dead in my tracks whenever I come across it. Not only is the composition striking in it’s simplicity, but with his white irises and unsmiling expression, Bowie seems uncharacteristically sinister.

Here in Philly as well. 

Right. It’s been ages since I last watched it, but I recall there being a jump cut to the sieg heil salute and it being on the screen for only a brief moment. If you weren’t paying close attention you’d miss it.