Christopher Lee was actually trained in fencing, which I don’t think can be said for many of the other actors who wielded lightsabers. The Three Musketeers and The Four Musketeers (1973, 1974) let him really show off his moves.

I’m a little bothered about how often I break this out as a response, but...

I’d prefer a Mussolini treatment myself. Maybe with a soupçon of being dragged behind a car.

I bet it was as simple as “We should redo the ‘Pepsi Generation’ campaign for Millennials.”

(didn’t read down enough to realize I’d been beaten to the Missing Persons video. A-durr.)

All those articles— and indeed, the administration itself-- can be neatly summed up by this video:

For a while I used this book: Clueless in the Kitchen: A Cookbook for Teens.

No pictures yet, but I’m doing some needle felting— I bought this whale kit about a year ago with the idea of giving it to my dad, and I had better finish it while I still have the chance to. (Yeah, news from family has been... not wonderful.)

It’s going well, though I have to watch for jabbing myself.

Burr puzzles are cool!

That’s seven shades of fucked up, that is. I hope you were able to find even a tiny bit of solace in the kitten.

Or even as bad as rape by deception (Revenge of the Nerds).

As Moe Howard said, “Every time you think you weaken the nation!”

Not a tuba... a sousaphone.

Dogs will too— they may just take longer by sampling things like clothing and couch cushions.

It’s kind of soothing to know I’m not alone.

Do people with parents like these ever consider speeding up their inheritances?

Well, you know the saying: You can tell a bigot, but you can’t tell them much.

I hear you. Good luck.

I shouldn’t find this at all funny, but the threat to rip out someone’s hair and put it in spaghetti is so weirdly specific...