Yes! Through the little robot implanted in his brain!
Yes! Through the little robot implanted in his brain!
Probably because of Cannibal Holocaust.
It almost appears to be some sort of cycle.
Deadwood taught me 'squarehead' is a term so racist and antiquated it's practically not racist anymore. I also believe the Beastie Boys were waxing and milking all of them on The Sounds of Science.
For me, Grizzly Bear is like PT Anderson (an appropriately push-glasses-up-bridge-of-nose comparison): the more they mature and better they get, the chillier and more at-arm's-length they feel. It's really good, and really beautiful, but while it's still emotionally resonant it's not as emotionally immediate.
Honestly, a lot of what I'm seeing these days is what I pictured going down on the surface below the Jetsons' house anyway.
And the streets are made of cheese
Sometimes the pendulum swings too far the other way. Last time a man accosted me in a bar and wouldn't take no for an answer I took my face off and then bit a large strip of his neck off. I'm so hotheaded sometimes!
You go in the cage?
That was some trucked up ship there.
I told him that nine will turnip sooner or later.
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup. And looking up I noticed that a single garden glove gave me immeasurable crushing power so I moved to Twin Peaks and have been working security with a washed-up greaser (who's still cool, he's always been cool) ever since.
It makes me feel like Chad is that guy who does a lot of stuff to warrant your hate, but also gets a lot of unwarranted hate thrown at him as well.
For a minute I thought Dany would send Randall Tarly and Abercrombie Tarly to the Wall to join Sam and smelled a damn sitcom.
I really like the Jane and Jen series; it's detailed and cohesive. Dead Blondes drove me mad, on the other hand, as it seemed to epitomize all the negatives of the show.
I know every online music rag picked up the headline, but I'm surprised that episode was podmass-proof. James Murphy was a spectacular guest. You've gotta be a good sport to sit in for all three hours, and like the best Scharpling interviews it sounded more like two people bonding over minute passions than a polite…
Come to think of it, I can only get off when someone's calling me The Lowly Worm.
No Thanks
Not to mention he was her best friend's older brother. Crushing hard on your friends' siblings (or your siblings' friends) is very, very specific to teenage life.
I still enjoy Daria tons and tons, but the fact that DVD/Hulu can't license all the contemporary music of the time definitely detracts from the watching experience.