Back in the day, I saw Club Dread in theaters stoned off my ass, the type of paranoid stoned that made me freak out that my buddies were robbing from me – which I described in full detail to a security guard at the door who wasn’t getting paid nearly enough to deal with that.

Celery.

JETAH! THE CAPTAIN! JEETS! CAPTAIN JEETS! JETAH! PEPSI FOX JOE BUCK JETAH! BEST DEFENSIVE SS IN THE GAME! JETAH! CAPTAIN! FOX PEPSI X-TREME JOE BUCK JETAH!

The State of Virginia closed its schools for a year rather than integrate. Whiteness is a helluva drug.

Suburban Atlanta.

Heel Nakamura is already great.

They actually went back to protecting the F5 more in 2017; it was only used once and was outcome-determinative in the Lesnar/Joe and Lesnar/Strowman matches. Reigns did kick out of one at SummerSlam but not a second.

John Scalzi is 48 years old, FWIW

“or that whoever designed the set lived in a place where the washer HAD to be on the right to be closer to the plumbing setup.”

I miss Phillip Broyles Answering The Phone.

And that student? Albert Einstein.

(takes off helmet)

For what it’s worth, I only noticed it on repeat viewings.

AI and Minority Report in back-to-back summers. I mean...just *damn*. (And Catch Me If You Can, too!)

Also, the design for the future robots is based off a statue at the robot company’s building.

How many of y’all were in a theater where the majority of people thought the robots at the end were aliens? Because I was, and hoo boy were people displeased.

We’re all talking about the fucking fat as fucking fuck ones (ye gods, Andy Reid), but kudos to Kyle Shanahan for looking as hungover as possible.

3) If ostensibly a sports bar, have the majority of people on staff know what important sports are on that day and who can act accordingly. None of this “no, I can’t turn the station from Bass Fishing America to overtime in the Elite 8 because I have to get the keys to the safe that has the remote control from my…

Recently: I bought but kinda ignored Mitski’s Puberty 2 when it came out, then a few months ago I returned to it as my commute listen for the week, and it rocked my face. Something to be said about the guitar storming in on “Your Best American Girl” while I’m trying to merge onto the freeway amongst morons.

“Et tu, Brute?”