Greying people for daring to disagree with him--or point out when he was just plain wrong about objectively factual information--was Burneko’s M.O.
Greying people for daring to disagree with him--or point out when he was just plain wrong about objectively factual information--was Burneko’s M.O.
Yep. When I was greyed at Deadspin I went through the trouble of asking why. I pointed to my original post and everything and ended up in an e-mail chain with several of the staff. Four different writers looked at my post and said it was fine and said they didn’t know why it would lead to a greying (two even said it…
Pretty much any song from any Loren Bouchard show (e.g. Home Movies; Lucy, Daughter of the Devil; Bob’s Burgers) would be in the running, and do the songs from Flight of the Concords (the series) count, or are they considered carryovers from Flight of the Concords (the band) real-life shows?
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For my money, Sophia Lillis would be a dream casting choice for Jean’s daughter, Rachel.
Replacing Sebastian Shaw with Christensen was bad form all the way around. The only saving grace there was that it “fixed” one of the many incongruous
fuck-ups between the OT and the prequels: Shaw was ten years Alec Guinness’s senior, and they looked pretty close to the same age in the original force ghost scene at…
Really the only way to enjoy the song is ironically, while trying not to think of its true inspiration: a remark made by “The Locomotion” singer Little Eva to songwriter Carole King that the bruises her boyfriend (and soon-to-be husband) left on her cheek were proof that “he really loves me.”
I guess that means I’ll never fall in love with a Republican.
Although it’s not all good news for our ‘American’; he is imprisoned far from home in the snowy wasteland of Kamchatka, where he will face dangers both human…and other.
I heard that one, too! Both Wheaton and Culkin took a lot of shit at pretty young ages, and they both seem to have weathered it and come out okay. Makes you realize just how shitty life can be for child actors trying to transition to having a normal life. I was just reading about how Jake Lloyd has been diagnosed with…
Yeah, I thought that they went too hard on TLJ (it didn’t help that they just kept going after it in subsequent vids after the Half in the Bag episode dedicated to it). In their recent HitB episode for The Rise of Skywalker they seem to credit TLJ a little more (by comparison) for at least trying something different.
Read it yesterday; pretty fascinating interview. Also, I know that a lot of the commentariate don’t care for Red Letter Media (different strokes, different folks), but his recent appearances on “Best of the Worst” have been pretty damned great, and his mutual love affair with Rich Evans has been a joy to behold.
Did you play it on the Atari 2600? Do you remember the little comic books that came with some games? Like Yar’s, Berzerk, Defender, Centipede, etc.? Those were the shit. So was the cover art on a lot of the game boxes. I'd pay good money for modern games that used the cover art of old Atari games as the basis for the…
According to you.
“Even better? Tie those moments together by using Sheeran’s confessions with a grain of salt as the underlying narration, but have someone challenge them to illustrate just how pathetic someone was if they felt they had to make things up whole cloth even as they were one of the handful from that era who got to die of…
Next to nothing in The Irishman about Sheeran's role in the mob is factual. Look into I Heard You Paint Houses and it’s author, Charles Brandt. It's a laughable con job.
“The kills were just matter-of-fact, even Hoffa - he walked in first, got clipped, was disposed of, done. It is so obvious that is exactly what happened, none of the concrete shoes or buried under a football field bullshit, a guy who had less power than he realized got knocked off because he was being a pain in the…
As it turns out, cat music is as wide-ranging as our own, ranging from the naked commercialism of horribly meowed holiday jingles through to the sonic experiments of a four-legged Alvin Lucier devotee snoring into a microphone to craft unearthly sounds.
Fun. I like this one, too (completely safe for work):
...we’d say it was probably just played on a constant loop at a low volume throughout the entire movie.