I think that was "Casino."

And yet it's a growth industry. Economics is silly.

I knew this guy in New York who was a career camera thief. Dude would research the shit out of camera and lens prices, to the point where he could tell if someone was worth rolling for their equipment out of the corner of his eye. He'd also go to camera stores and spend hours practicing the quickest way to open up…

He could go back to the 1940s, patent every possible way to make a holograph, buy out a bunch of holographic equipment manufacturers, use his holography monopoly to gradually throughout the decades raise the price of holographic projectors to some ungodly level by the year 2012, go back in time again, let himself be…

He wasn't evading police. He was "driving home from a friend's house."

That disturbed me. So did the part in "The Raid" where the guy keeps getting hit in the head, and visibly loses some brain function with each blow until he dies.

The first time I watched a surgery, I was completely taken aback by on one hand how much violent ripping, tearing and snapping there is and on the other the surgeons' slight boredom and complete lack of emotion during the procedure.

YOLO, SoHo, fro-yo … It's gotta fit the rhyme scheme if you want it to be popular with the wealthy youths.

HEY STEVE! YAH MUTHA' GOES WICKED SLOW, YAH QUEAH-ASS YOGAHT EATAH!

That's good!

You know those guys who wait until the subway comes to a stop, grab your phone right before the doors open, and run away with it? Well this phone makes sure they get back on the subway right before the doors close and stab you!

It's a metaphor. You're supposed to pull yourself up the ladder of social mobility by opening a shop that sews straps onto people's boots.

With the added functionality of being able to carve it into the shape of a gun and break out of a 1930s prison! Take that, "selfie upgrade!"

My friend and I would both play as Sebulba, and use his flame shooter to set each other's left engines on fire. Then we'd hold down the button that made flames shoot out of your right engine. And then we'd fly around with both engines shooting fire out of them until we exploded.

Hopefully. But I replayed it the other week, and damn, I forgot how frustratingly obscure some of those puzzles are. Putting a dismembered bone arm into a snow machine. And then using it to grind the bone in a dark tunnel to light your way?

Fucking ugh. Did she have any kind of say in the matter? That shit's, like, state-sanctioned shotgun marriage.

I wonder what the public reaction to that would be …

I'm so glad I don't cover education in a medium-size city anymore for exactly that reason.

And you're supposed to have just one electric toothbrush for the entire family. That's why they make the interchangeable bristle sticks.

It's Hargitay's Law. The bar has been set so high for attractiveness in a sex crimes detective that no one bothers trying anymore.