I didn’t expect to laugh out loud at any comment down here.
I didn’t expect to laugh out loud at any comment down here.
Dammit, can’t explain how I flubbed his name. Sorry.
Yeah, and Marc Alan Jackson is a great host. You’d think he’d been doing it for years, just totally a natural.
If you didn’t read the whole article, then yes, you might think that.
Sam, your pitch sounds suspiciously similar to “The Great Indoors,” so maybe it’s best abandoned.
These nitwits have also gone after Anthony Jezelnik, which is hilarious. He is eating it up.
Yeah, this one made me halt and check the comments. I was a good student, even took AP English, but I have no memory of ever reading this poem.
Here’s a link to that Random Roles that you mentioned but didn’t link to:
Oh, that’s just Caramello by a different name. (Although in the US, it’s produced by Hershey who has licensed Cadbury’s name, so it’s probably a little worse than yours.)
How do we survive? Ignorance. Never heard of Caramilk.
I must disagree on your Hershey’s Kiss methodology.
The Swamp Thing Bronze Age Omnibus hardcover includes all Swamp Thing issues prior to Moore’s vol 2 #20, plus the original House of Secrets story where the character debuted. It’s a beast, but it’s not a bad deal. It just came out last year.
Though Moore only writes it through I think volume 5 or 6, I recommend continuing through volume 9. Rich Veitch does a great job following Moore.
Yep, I moved to Chicagoland 15 years ago, and this is the one thing that still sucks. I used to live on the western edge of Eastern, and I don’t think I’ll ever get past it.
Got a question? Ask the eight ball.
Having watched them, they seemed like 1-2-3 right in sequence to me.
I dunno, I don’t usually cry when I’m bored.
The first 3 are on Hulu right now, and it’s solidly hilarious. I’m eagerly awaiting some more.
You know, there’s probably some mega-hot-selling country music stars that are totally off your radar as well.
I don’t know about the general public, but I know that *my* attention is a zero-sum game. I envy people who can spare the time to evaluate a David Duchovny album, especially if they’re not getting paid to do it.