My memories are in 3D…Dad's fist on its way to my face, Gramma whipping me with a razor strap while she's in full Viking dress…

Read the headline, saw the first pic, and wondered why Superman was bringing a cake to Eli Wallach.

> It’s going to be interesting to see what he can make of it even on purpose or as Jonah is off to do by accident.

three times twenty-three?

"Eurythmics," not "the Eurythmics."
In case it has not already been mentioned. Or anybody cares…
*crawls back behind couch*

my mom caught me upvoting myself. she made me smoke the whole pack.

I hope you typed that from memory.

i thought the name was Elyse in Chains, and would get a boner hearing the Family Ties theme…sha la la LA!

Started watching, and when it got to that part the girl i was watching it with hit eject on the player. "Not watching that."

I always thought the name of the movie in which he played a music teacher was "Mr. Holland, Soap Us."

I totally believe in dragons now.

Huh. I never thought the "aliens" were aliens, but were/are/will be what humanity evolve(s/d) into. The cold was why they left, because—being human—how could we not fuck this planet up? We see them/us return countless generations into the future, when warmer weather allows for archaeological study…

And for all its "authentic" 80s references, the character never once turns the dial from Top 40 radio. Cline seems to have written RPO simply as a shallow fantasy for himself. Fuck that book.

I never doubted it was fact, and would also would have preferred to see a moreinvolved history of Atari. It was nigh embarrassing to see dumbshits my age hanging out at the dump, hoping to glimpse a fucking E.T. cartridge. Fuck your faces, you ignorant dicks, who treated this as some sort of nerd mythology. Games were…

"…the sudden death of his son Jett in 2009, which is an inarguable good thing."

"Umm…this has never happened to me before!"

I have that movie. Pat Harrington keeps his socks on, though.

I would only play Plinko if it were an official TPIR-branded version. Otherwise I'd tell those people to fuck their faces.

There was a story in Reader's Digest about 30 years ago in which god™ announces to the world three miracles will take place in order to reestablish belief (umm…contradiction?). One of things it does is sink Australia for two whole minutes.
So yeah, let's use magic as a basis for faith.

In their all-cotton uniforms, yes.