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Henrik Hansen
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Hulkers gonna Hulk.

Of course. The Royal singular.

Print is dead.

"You" wins. As is so often the case.

Yeah, he'd have that capricious nature, but I don't know if he could be as stone cold hearted as Chris Morris.

Not my fault. I actually watched this. Paul, I did my best! I did my best, Paul!
Also, I bear no responsibility for Thrilling Adventure Hour being discontinued. I wish people would stop bringing that up.

Wow! The Sopranos series finale was thirty years ago? Time flies.

Well, my jaw line. My stomach. My thighs. All less than bad ass. Oh, and my ass, I suppose.

True story. In May 2007 I was in hospital the night before major surgery. A helpful member of the hospitals legal department has rather helpfully explained everything that could go wrong and had me sign some papers. I specifically remember him telling me I would end up with a disfiguring scar. (It's on my back. It's

This is my favourite movie to show to friends who haven't seen it. (Namely, everyone.) "Sometimes spaghetti wants to be alone."

Goldman also wrote a splendid short novel - "The Silent Gondoliers". It's another Morgenstern abridgement, completely unrelated to "The Princess Bride." It's warm, funny and extremely quotable. I'm surprised that no one has tried to adapt it for TV or film.

I'd always heard books were dangerous.

I had the pleasure of seeing BB introducing an outdoor screen of Flash a couple of years ago. A foolish person handed him a microphone. He handed it back within seconds.

The cool thing is, he could totally play Felix too.
Oh, I see. Well, yes, that would be wonderful. Especially if he gave one of his sublime Tony speeches.

I'm not sure if your threshold for annoyance is very high or very low.
Of course, when I say the bookstore was unhelpful, I didn't go fully into detail as the whole lurid tale is still under investigation. Suffice to say, my replacement copy, which I received after a three day sit down strike, turned out to be an

Cheese and rice!

Yeah, but when the film projector breaks down we'd have to go the box office, and from there into another cinema, then an abandoned drive in, then a University film society, then watching Netflix on someone's couch. Actually, I'm coming around to this idea. It's the new Secret Cinema event!

Oh don't get me started on that fiasco. I tried to return my copy, but the book store was less than helpful.

Oh Hell yes. That was a pretty maddening book. But it didn't let go of me, either.

It's like spamming with the nets down.