More chafing than casual day at the sandpaper factory.

I gotta stir the Smilex, poison Gotham, all the time watching the Batcopter…

What's the deal with peakaboo? The giant, hairy baby puts his hands over my eyes and the whole world disappears, then he takes them off and everything's back. And I'm just supposed to laugh about this?

I personally think her comedy sucks, but she's worth whatever Netflix is willing to pay her. If she can successfully press them for a bigger paycheck, then more power to her.

You really have to be in the path of totality to get that blackness. My friends drove up to Nebraska & got some cool pictures of what really did look like dusk, except the 'sunset' was in the horizon all around them. In Colorado, I got 92+% coverage, but it still just darkened the sky a little bit. It felt like I was…

There were spring reverb boxes around for years before electronic ones. Those things aren't very big.

I liked it. Just don't go in expecting some rote James Wan "horror" movie. It's much closer to a drama.

Thanks to global warming, so does Colorado.

Mine lives in a garage too, in a very dry climate. Control arm bushings should not go out at 50,000 miles. And it should not be so common an issue that my mechanic just knows that's what happened. The biggest repair I had to do on my last car, a Toyota, was replace the starter at 110,000 miles.

We get funnel clouds from time to time in Denver. There's still some debate over it, but I'm under the impression that one actually touched down on the west side of town about five years ago.

As long as it sings whenever it sings whenever it sings.

Aneurysm, heat stroke, Native American curse, whatever.

Or if it does, here's hoping it's for all the right reasons.

Who knows? They're Germans.

Hey! The Prisoner won't be categorized, pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered!

He can shape-shift into a pizza oven!

I've never lived in a place where my fridge faced an exterior wall. And even if it did, cutting a fridge-sized hole in it would probably compromise some load-bearing thing somewhere.

Some day, I shall be rich. Until then, I shall continue to vote for policies that guarantee I won't ever have the opportunity to become rich in anticipation of somehow, some day, magically benefiting from these policies.

I don't have any complaints with the seats. It's just the bits of the car that make it a car, and not furniture, that have been giving me grief.

$30 Toblerone? Hell no.