The big exception is Robert Mitchum in The Friends Of Eddie Coyle. Hands down the most authentic Boston accent in a movie I’ve ever heard. 

My bedmate periodically will wake up from a dream screaming, which, y’know, fun.

Something that strikes me about the “peach tea” gag in BvS, is, (other than there being a jar of piss in a damn Superman movie), like, that was a LOT of piss. It was like a pint and a half of pee-pee. That’s either one guy over several days, or a bunch of guys, all peeing into a jar for Lex Luthor.

I’m a DC fan and I never heard of him before this film. If they wanted to tee up Darkseid (A mistake, probably, because of comparisons to Thanos) why not use Kalibak or Desaad, somebody that had been in the cartoons?

Covers are a lot cheaper.

I want this Black Mirror episode to be over

I heard that they really don’t— they aren’t equipped for that rate of fire and you can only get a few bursts off before they jam. Likely why Paddock had so many of them on hand.

I can say with certainty that steak and most meat reheats in sous-vide like a champ.

Bedbugs, and you don’t even have to return them!

It might have had its uses once but its ubiquity has made it the most aggressively banal font choices you can find in the public square.

Sigh. Have to give it to you for that one.

I’ve never actually owned a Tom Petty album. I never needed to.

Yeah, needs more sideboob.

Cambridge gonna Cambridge.

Punisher fan but have been out of the loop of the comics for a while— how the hell is it that Frank is still a Vietnam vet? Is this just an out-of-canon story or did Vietnam take place much later in the current 616?

Huh. you may be on to something there. It worked for Doctor Octopus.

Oh, now I miss MiddleMan.

Gin martinis should always be stirred. Vodka martinis are better shaken. I don’t care if there are chips of ice in my drink, a vodka martini needs to be served much colder than its more delicate gin cousin.

Ha, I ate it a lot more before me and the GF moved in together, she hates it too.

Good on you, mate. I eat pasta by the metric ton.