It’s not a truly inspirational unless you have him staring into his useless security blanket. It reminds me of that great Super Bowl winning coach, Ray Handley, staring at his clipboard so it looked like he was actually executing some plan. Or like me awkwardly staring at my phone at a party.
I’m still not convinced that thing is a kangaroo. The shape of the head leads me to believe it was Elmer Fudd in a costume. He was long rumored to be a furry.
You should have gone ahead and killed him. I’m not sure why these clones exist, but I know it’s for some nefarious purpose we can’t see yet.
It was legitimately Atari 2600 good!
This is going to sound crazy, but I don’t have a “personal plant” that I carry around with me.
Me too. I was apoplectic when it lost to wistful smegma again. I didn’t even know they could give to the same color two years in a row.
Either winsome crone or lustful seagull. I can’t remember.
You may laugh at this as inappropriate, but I’ll just sit back and relax in my just arrived shaker style living room recliner made from the reclaimed corpse of Muhammad Ali.
It wouldn’t bother me so much if he didn’t have a long history of tax shaming others.
Your comparison is suss suss suss spot on.
It actually looked like one of the time machines from the movie Primer. If so, it’s very advanced. I think Rodgers was trying to travel back to 2011.
My bus driver in kindergarten was an young man who would let us sit on his lap and steer. And yes, in hindsight, I realize he was a probably a sexual predator, but at least he was the cool kind that let you drive a bus.
I get that in the book. But in the film, it just seems like he picks up a couple of similarly aged girls and they have a blast. It makes him seem like more of a swinger, and less of a predator. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen or read either, though.
I’ve watched the highlight, and I still haven’t noticed Westbrook dribbling through anyone’s leg
I can see that. I saw the movie first, so that clouds my impression. Reading the book took me from being ambivalent about throwaway sex scene, to being disgusted by how it was included. However, I liked the ending when I saw the film for the first time.
I don’t know much about Kubrick as a director or as a person, but aspects of his movies have always bother me. The worst for me is A Clockwork Orange, where I felt like he mostly handled difficult, uncomfortable subject matter well, but then he’d go and turn what was in the book statutory rape, into a fun sex romp.
I don’t remember what I ate. Something healthy and delicious I’m sure. The rest of the story was me showing him my license, him going “Are you Dr. so and so’s son?”, me saying yes (my dad was a doctor. We had live in Stupidfuckville for 5 years), and him letting me go inside to my friends house.
That part was sarcasm, but when I told my white Pennsyltucky friends what happened, they mostly reacted with “Well you have to look at things from his perspective” bullshit. My friends.
I once was visiting a friend in Pennsyltucky, when I pulled into a Sheetz quickie mark for some snacks. As I left, a cop followed me two blocks to my friends house where I parked in front like a sane person. The cop sped up and came to a screeching halt with his car cutting off my imagined escape rout. TJ Hooker got…
