Have you read this interview with Beck? It's interesting, and provokes (at least in me) equal parts, "okay, people can grow" and "too late, you SOB."

Stell-A-a-A-a-a!

How else are you going to get the chem-trails to Greenland?

Exposure to them was one of my first, and most concrete "I used to be with it, then they changed what 'it' was…" moments.

You really should be using the Pedant brackets for those kinds of comments.

You'll know when it shows up, because it'll be dating Natalie Dormer.

"Elmo got his degree from university of Google!"

That shiftless son of a bitch…

Because knowing that your water is poisonous but no longer using the filters in dramatically increasing numbers because it's "a nuisance" and "you have to die of something"… is half the battle.

I was in Cleveland recently and ordered a ravioli in cream sauce for dinner. The ravioli were literally floating in a pool of cream. They also brought a soup spoon. It explained a lot about the, um, rubenesque vitality of the populace.

Unrelated: on the last newswire, I made me a little joke about Trump having a heart attack, and Disqus immediately crashed. I was positive the Secret Service was about to zip-line in, me shrieking "It wasn't a threat! It wasn't a threat! It was a contemplation!"

Last night while doing the dishes I was thinking about Trumps's diet, his weight, his constant anger, and thought, "Man, he's a prime candidate for a heart attack." Then I drifted off in to a wistful daydream…

They say on election day, at the Jefferson Memorial, when the wind blew you could hear a quiet, distant voice whispering, "You stupid mother-fuckers."

I've heard - and don't quote me on this - that sometimes he has emotional outbursts and makes accusations without fact-checking.

The Costco parking lot is like The Road Warrior in slow motion.

It's a spiritual sequel to Dirty Dancing, imagining Baby's reaction to being put in a corner.

Say what you will about the Wachowskis, they always swing for the fences. When they miss, they really miss, but I admire that willingness (insistence) to always push. It would have been interesting to see what they'd created, wouldn't it?

Hurray for The Mission Theater! Bagdad, too, of course, for the more "cinematic" experience, but some of the best movie experiences I've ever had were with a crowd of amped up movie fanatics at The Mission.

I think that's the key: the 2 & 3 are really just one film with an act break. It's still flawed, but "Revolutions" works a lot better,

"Hello?"
"Hi Rob, it's Steve. Listen, I was just looking at the itinerary for tomorrow's—"
"What are you doing on my phone?"
"Uh, what?"
"What the fuck are you doing on my phone line, Steve?!"
"I called you. I don't—"
"Are you tapping my phone?! YOU'RE TAPPING MY PHONE!!"
"I called you. It's a phone."
[loud thumps and…