Apparently you called me a self satisfied cement headed dork, which, OK, you might have a point. But then you insist that Prometheus is a near perfect gem of sublime grace and beauty…

And yet you care, at least even just a teensy tiny little bit, about the upvotes you get.

I hope she doesn't sell out and compromise the integrity of her vision.

Here, console yourself with some Frito pie.

"Gentrifood?" "UpShitting?" I think I like "UpShitting." "ArtisAnal?"

That's nice, but good luck making FitzCarano happen.

And their "peaces."

Boyhood!

Florida Heat Puts Vanilla Ice in the Cooler

Wait. WHAT?!?!

Wait. What?

Why are you taking a chimichanga with you?

Then why does it feel like my crotch is on fire?

Fuckin' frogs.

You don't have to be Japanese to make origami. But you may need to have seen the voice-over version to understand the quiet version. The DOS thing is just common sense.

I saw the Predators of my generation destroyed by sequels, crossovers hysterical remakes…

Prometheus crushed all of my hope for that like some kind of rolling giant metal horse shoe. If only hope had gone perpendicular! Perpendicular!

Exactly. It shows just what happens when you meet a stranger in LV-223.

The heroines aren't bad; they're just drawn that way.

PKD tried to mail it to his editor but he didn't have enough pocket change to get out the door.