So Allison Mack was recruiting for a sex cult and this is solely based on the deductive genius of...the Daily Mail?

What I’m really curious about is what she looked like during the transition period. Even allowing that she was right there in the harbor, that’s a shit-ton of copper exposed to develop a patina and I doubt it did it evenly all over in a uniform pattern of coverage. I’m interested if there was a ‘splotchy’ period when…

I clicked on this thinking there’d be a somewhat helpful or informative post about DST in its history and conventions. Instead it’s just a few paragraphs of personal whining clickbait filler. Thanks.

Or to quote Chris Fleming:

“Just because...I have bad hair...doesn’t mean...that I’m POLY-AM-OR-OUS...”

There’s also another big, crucial element missing from this ‘neat and tidy’ analogy, so I’ll reverse the process and borrow from reality and put it in the analogy’s terms:

The tenth and most wealthy guy shows up, gets to take the bottom-most guys’ beers for himself, and claims that because he gave the next-richest guys…

Dog: “Oh yeah....yeah..aw yeah...aw YEAH...you watching this? Hey, HEY! You! Yeah, hairless monkeys! You watch this! You WATCH this! Yeeeeeeeah...”

Or you could just go ahead and be Batman.

Absolutely stunning work. Note that they really used the Vegas designs pretty much straight as depicted. Also like the realistic Braun-like Dieter Rams styling in the details to the handheld memory-sculpting controller.

Harrison Ford in an “Unbreakable” rain poncho though...nah.

Don’t get me wrong, by the way...I hate that that really makes me sound like a way more cynical & hopeless bastard than I am: you should always make at least some polite but firm effort. Once, for the sake of your own soul and being able to at least look yourself in the mirror about it. All I’m saying is, don’t expect…

He’ll allow forty-plus-year-old classified documents to be released but not his 2016 tax returns. Christ on a cracker what a bad farce this entire thing has become.

So yet another person I have to add to the “Suck Favorites” list of people I’ve previously enjoyed or admired who have proven to be utter crapheels. Damn it. (Fingers crossed please let Bob Odenkirk just be a funny guy who kept his mouth shut and his hands in his pockets the last thirty-odd years, please...dear god...)

I’d have to agree that a horribly burned and obviously traumatized, dying girl is probably not in the clearest mind that her dying words will necessarily lead Agatha Christie-like to her real killer. So what she said, pronunciation and linguistic analysis aside, probably can’t count for a lot forensically.

What I’m not…

Not really convincing here. I mean, every single ‘incident’ of ‘ghostly activity’ is something that could be very easily generated via mechanical/electronic fakery. A door waaaaaaay at the end of the hall and in near-darkness opens and slams...oooh! Nobody could POSSIBLY fake that! And then some lockers shudder and…

Amish wifi is just a guy standing on a roof in the center of town, screaming random news to everybody below.

Why are we bothering to report this shit anymore? It changes zero with his base or his Republican sycophants/handlers. They need to just install revolving doors on the Oval Office and be done with it.

Happy people don’t cheat. Happy people don’t lie to their partners or seek out fulfillment of things they won’t communicate to those they supposedly care about. This must be some definition of “happy” that I missed, other than maybe “bullshit smiling plasticine liars pretending to be happy.” Maybe that’s it.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Already you’re giving this person the wrong advice. In that you’re giving any advice suggestive that they can say anything whatsoever that will have any impact at all.

Also, I love any criticism that starts right off with “I don’t know anything about the subject matter I’m about to spew an opinion on.” Pretty much that’s why we have lawyers and men heading councils on science and women’s health in this fuckin’ cesspool nation.

That’s why it’s “freestyle.” It’s not polished and perfected, it’s raw and improvised off-the-cuff. That’s the point. Think of it more like improvisational jazz riffing, not traditional structured melody-and-beat.

Guess that Old Spice really IS seductive!