It’s not. Wish it were.

It sounds like the family sees Grace as nothing but a pest, but she’s really a hard target adept at surviving the game -- this most dangerous of games.

“...1966 Jerry Lewis sex comedy Way… Way Out...”

Every time I rewatch Transformers: The Movie I am amused by the opening narration of “It is the year 2005...”.

I love the scene in Escape From New York when they tell Lee Van Cleef that there’s a phone call for him and hand him this super gigantic contraption that he needs two hands to hold. IT’S THE FUTURE! Still one of my all-time favorite films.

Watched Into the Florpus, and rather enjoyed it. It felt a little more hyperactive than the show used to be, but there were some fantastic gags.

Never noticed how much the set design looked like Gilliam’s ...

Fri., 16 Aug. 2019 - Spent the day at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. If interested, more details in following blog post etc.

So I finished The Naked Director and it’s the best Asian TV show of the year.

I’m already resigned to the retreat of summer, the only season in which I feel comfortable, so I’m gathering acorns and insulating the nest for the coming nine months of winter. My mind is elsewhere, so for the next while, movie nights will just be whatever.

Finally binged Euphoria and if I had children I’d be freaking out.

If there was a shipping option called “Take a few extra days to send my package but pay your workers more” I would click on it so hard.

Oh Hannah.

Yeah, but at least he didn’t just sit on his cash like a lot of billionaires.  Investing in space travel has put a lot of that money back in the economy.

Yeah, it’s all bullshit, guys. All of it. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook are all easily manipulated by bad players through a combination of fake accounts, harvested credentials, and quite likely, corrupted administrators. This is nothing. Social media is used in this fashion every single day. Facebook was straight up…

This company is owned by a man who invested into space travel because he “didn’t know what else to do with his money”.

This is the fucking worst. Yeah, sure, let’s all just fucking Photoshop the Mona goddam Lisa to be sucking a dick cuz why not? Who cares what the artist was trying to say? All that matters is ME and MY INTERPRETATION.

Yes, but on the bright side, some clever soul is going to make an actual young Harrison Ford be the star of the movie Solo, and suddenly a lot of people will decide that they like that movie after all.

Michael Crichton’s Rising Sun (1992) was a particularly not good book, but one of its alarmed-by-technology rants predicted that digital photography would get so good that soon it wouldn’t be admissible as evidence in court. (Or at least not sole evidence, without things like witness and forensic backups.) I think…

I mean... There’s always been fanfic. This would be the newest evolution of it.