Only creamed corn allowed on the table is when it is an ingredient in corn pudding.  I think the recipe calls for a can of it.

Same except Detroit.

“Hi...I’m Larry and this is my brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl, and this is my other brother Darryl and this is my other brother Darryl.

Christmas starts after Thanksgiving. Not before. Not the day of. The day after, and not even Mariah can change that.

Only 25 days until The Beatles: Get Back is released and I cannot wait. That’s why I’m breaking into the Disney Vault this weekend. Let me know if you guys want anything else while I’m in there.

Arrakis teaches the attitude of the knife - chopping off what’s incomplete and saying: “Now, it’s complete because it’s ended here.”

Willow is full of scary shit. Starts with the murder/mauling of the nursemaid. Then we have the trolls. Then the transfiguration of the “good” witch. Then the final fight scene, which has all kinds of shit including a snarling, grunting evil witch who tries to kill her own child. As an adult, sure, but thinking back…

RIP Dimebag

Reached for comment, Google’s Sundar Pichai only had to say, “we’re bringing it back, baby!”

The soundtrack was the big thing for me. It swells in exactly the right places and booms exactly when it needs to. The ethereal and cosmic aesthetic it has fits perfectly without getting too opera or cyberpunk sounding

He’s supposed to be 15 in the books, eventually reaching 19 by the end of the first novel. Ferguson is actually about the right age for that, if you assume that Jessica became Leto’s concubine in her early twenties or late teens. Same for Oscar Isaac at 42 - he’s old enough to plausibly be the father of a teenager.

I recently rewatched it on Disney+ thinking maybe the kids would like it (I having seen it in the theater at age 6), there is plenty in there to ruin a kid, but I’d go with the scene of the little baby’s nursemaid getting devoured by monstrous dogs.

From my own childhood I would have to say Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer. Those scenes with the Abominable Snowman freaked me out. There was also Berenstain Bears movie about Big Paw that scared me quite a bit.

Arachnophobia. I was too young at the time to realize it was a comedy with suspense/horror elements, took me YEARS to get okay-ish around spiders 🙃 

My experience has taught me that most salespeople are ill equipped to sell gas powered cars to people as well.  So I guess that tracks.

Attention.

Are you sayin’ . . . you wanna piece’a me!?!?!

Frank Costanza is the perfect embodiment of that idea. He just continually gets louder and more aggressive and it's perfectly executed

Kul Wahad! Wow, I can’t believe I’m the first person to make this comment here, but: “The Spice Must Flow.” 

Did I ever have a touch to lose?