The original “Big Chap” Alien design is a thing of beauty. Sure, you can tell it’s a guy in a suit, but it’s so weird, so otherworldly, that just to look at it is unsettling the way reading cosmic horror lit is unsettling. It looks like a completely different order of life, organic but also mechanical, humanoid with…

This right here. I’ve been thinking about becoming an electrician, but I’m in my 50s so I don’t know how will that will work. I know I have to do the schoolwork and apprenticeship. By the time that’s done, I’ll be in my 60s and then what?

80k to be a lineman in a small town would be a much higher standard of living than 100k to be a scrum master in the city. Like 5 bedroom house vs. 1 bedroom apartment different.

X-Booster, all the way. It even has a cal counter. If you put yourself into it, it will put it on you.

Yes, yes, yes. Don’t forget The Best Years of Our Lives.

So it’s now obscene to be patriotic. My dad was in the first wave on Iwo Jima. My brother was wounded in Vietnam. I will always be patriotic.

moricons.dll forever, though.

They tend to be more character driven than most of the other lot.

lol, we’re old

duh, flip it over and use the other side

Plus Jimmy wrote that great essay which kind of ties the whole film together!

I’ve always kinda liked I Accuse My Parents. The main premise is pretty annoying (take some responsibility for yourself brah) but it wasn’t badly done.  

BABY OIL?!?!? AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Mitchell! This to me will always be the absolute height of MST3K

I hold that Mitchell is a work of (probably unintentional) comedy genius. Joe Don Baker’s hero is deeply unlikable and dim-witted, seeming to blunder into solutions through accident rather than actual crime solving. (Although this might also be the result of the movie’s being heavily edited to fit MST3K’s running…

My mother worked in an administrative role for Disney’s London Office for about 6 months, during which time she attended one (UK) premier, for this. That was about seven years before I was born, but I grew up surrounded by the gift bag goodies from that night, including the soundtrack album and a V.I.N.C.E.N.T. bottle…

I see they’re not following my tried-and-true method of moving out when the place gets too dusty...