Jim Aparo. To the pain.

The last time Lebron missed the playoffs, Twitter and Instagram didn’t exist yet.

So the directors of Bound direct the Matrix with Sandra Bullock and Carrie Anne Moss as love interests while wearing tight leather jumpsuits as The Chemical Brothers play in the background? Damn.

I am amused by the thought that, in 2019, there is a pocket community of Chinese fans who adore Freddie Mercury and Elton John as the the epitome of straight male rock star sex symbols.

My take is that it wasn’t cynical or snarky to the point of being mean-spirited.  It was a nice change in these times.

But he praised Frederick Dougla— Oh, right.

Nothing is certain except death, taxes & rich NBA players with shitty tattoos.

I would be convinced to wear Ewings if I was offered those.

She was great. Admittedly, this my first time seeing her act so I had to google her because I kept telling myself that she can’t be Minka Kelly, but maybe she is? Turns out Meester/Kelly being lookalikes is an internet thing and I got caught in it.

Nick Furry.

That last line.

I’ve never seen Red State even though I’ve enjoyed his earlier films. Something about “dark Kevin Smith” seems unenjoyable to me. Hopefully, I’ll check it out in the future.

Dammit.

I bet you it comes out way more than $160,000 and the “friend” made a deal that he’s going to be collecting for years to come.

Cap Van Damme was the best thing about the trailer. I laughed because it’s so very 90's that I believed it.

Kevin Smith seems to be a genuinely nice guy who’s found a second career as a storyteller/podcaster. He clearly knows he’s not winning awards or critical acclaim. I have to admit, I enjoy following his recent carefree career.

That’s an *M-16, but yeah, his tattoos suit him.

I read “fucking” as verb in that sentence. Which checks out too.

Huh. Rivers Cuomo made Jimmy Fallon look TALL. I had to look up Jimmy’s height and I’m surprised he cracked 6 feet.