Well... sometimes it is.

Read your comment. Opened reply. Got coffee. Thought about my response.

My Mean Girl (one of several) friended me. I accepted, thinking it was the adult thing to do. First thing she wrote to me: Do I owe you an apology? My answer: The fact that you are asking suggests an answer.

A friend of mine had a case of Old Milwaukee (aka Old Mule Hockey) and had it in the back of his Pacer (the Mirthmobile in Wayne’s World) having sat there in the warm spring afternoon. We cracked one, and damn if it wasn’t a vast improvement from being cold.

https://www.amazon.com/Force-upon-Plain-American-Movement/dp/0806129263

This here.

I hang my head in shame. Too much blood in the caffeine system, but still...

And Dario Argento.

My favorite is (let’s see...) whichever one is playing.

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The Death Of Criticism.

Later today, I am taking my two sons, my son-in-law and my grandson to see Godzilla, King Of The Monsters.

Boom shakka-lakka.

No. I am married.

A Pacino marathon.

I enjoy his films for what they are, not unlike listening to a well-crafted mashup. Jackie Brown was IMHO his masterpiece, and to the extent that I am glad it didn’t, his plane could have gone down at that time. It was a great example of what the blaxplotation subgenre was, without being what it was. (In a manner of…

VeeKaChu

Needs the hiss cleaned off. Then it needs to be released. Like as a single.

Pablo Cruise.

On the list of goofy crap I am going to do after I hit one of those massive/huge lottery pay outs is purchase the rights to every song on WKRP and reinstate them into the one, massive boxed set that everyone wants.