It is not possible to be a diehard Rush fanboy and use Keith Richards as your profile picture. Sir, you lie!

Neil Peart is terrible, fussy, no swing.

Terrible voice, terrible washy chorusy guitar, terrible fussy swingless drumming and idiotic Ayn Rand worship. Awful, awful band. There is no poetry or soul in them. The whitest bread music ever made. As philosophers, they are ploughmen.

I liked it somewhat. Until the end when the wrong one dies. And the other one gets a happy baby slapped in his hands ending. Wrong.

Read this article once but didn't understand it. Would all have become clear if I had only read it again? I'll never know.

The frighteners began tightening on my head well before the release. Read about BW for about a year on indiewire believing it was a true story. (Fantastic promotional idea.) A toats coward I watched it, finally, on a bright sunny afternoon, with the sound turned off and playing some of my favourite music.…

No but whenever I read locutions like "on multiple levels" instead of plain English like, "in many ways," I prep myself for a tedious log jam of pretentious college writing. I was pleasantly surprised.

I am fairly careful when I type. I've said what I mean to say.

I said, "I'm glad you understand that if I choose to say hello I am NOT supporting rape culture."

I think you can gather that from my posts.

Sorry, I don't understand your last post.

1. It can be, if public spaces become places where people no longer feel comfortable saying hello to a stranger.
2. Why would you? Who's asking you to?

It does?

We can try alienation from one another in public spaces. Or we can take pop advice like: Smile and say hello! readily available from El Goog.

Thanks, bro or sis. I'm glad you understand that if I choose to say hello I am not supporting rape culture.

Wow people are so sensitive.

Quentin Tarantino: "Yes it is."

And the first bespoke, embedded promotional video.

Why do critics use the word "brilliant"? Do they mean, it requires a high IQ / Art Q to comprehend and whaddya know? I got 'em!!!
Coen Bruz are hit and miss. When I like them, I get the reviews. When I don't - e.g., the Big Lebowski - reading the praise is like being trapped, straight, in a party with a bunch of…

This is the only circumstance in which invoking Hitler is more win.