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I can only find a link to this video on Facebook, but this one has always made me tear up a bit (esp. since Phil Hartman's death has been the only celeb death to make me all-out weep):
Very-barely-tangentially-related story time: Picture me, 1986, adorable 5 year old girl wearing sundresses and pigtails. One of my favorite movies that year? "Stand By Me" One of the new words I learned from that movie? "Pussy" Thing is, I had no context whatsoever for the actual meaning of the word. I just figured it…
Drove from Austin to El Paso. By myself. In a car I'd just bought used (good idea: it was a Honda/bad idea: it was still 14 years old & nearing 200k miles). That's driving nearly 600 miles in an area of the state with very little (back in '04) cell phone coverage and even fewer gas stations. Thankfully, no breakdowns…
Gotta love ol' Ginger Hammer's hypocrisy.
There could be some real truth to this theory. Purely unscientific example: of the NFC East teams that my Cowboys play (don't hurt me, I was born & raised in Dallas and I know damn well that my team sucks & our owner is a vampire sucking every dollar he can out of them), I have almost no dislike for the Giants, which…
I'm with you on Scary Stories, but you better step off of Fear Street. They were the best (along with Christopher Pike's books). And, just for clarity's sake, I was well into my teens by the time Goosebumps became a thing, and by then they were too "little kid-y" for me to enjoy.
I usually don't get symptoms too terribly when it comes to emotional shit around my period, but holy crap, this week I've been a weepy mess. Just crazy sadness hitting me from out of nowhere. I'd rather be angry at this point.
You're not crazy. I think it's the fact that we have the ability to know so much instantly nowadays that leads to this line of thinking. If you don't know what's going on, then it could be bad. Back when I was a kid, most people I knew didn't even have answering machines. If you called somewhere and nobody picked up…
"I swear, after the third loss I never saw another Houston shirt again. Coincidentally, a whole lot more Cowboys shirts starts appearing out of nowhere the further into the Texans descent it went."
Seriously, as another Texan, those grandparents are everywhere. They're fantastic folks usually, and with the best intentions, but they will not blink when thinking of passing on to a younger generation those things they find important, be it bibles, guns, or how to properly store and care for your set of workshop…
I will have it known that I in fact loved "Can't Hardly Wait" when I was working at a movie theater in high school, thank you very much!
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All of these replies require me to educate those who have no idea what we're talking about by way of YouTube:
As a lady and a Dallas-born lifelong Cowboys fan, if there is in fact a Hell, then something like this would probably be part of my own eternal torture.
Wait, how long ago did Marvin die? This kid could be him reincarnated! Quick, somebody show the kid some slime in an ice machine & see what he does!
You *monster*.
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It was amazing. That and Chappelle's Show existing in my early 20s was the best.
C'mon, nothing at Austin events is cheaper than Lone Star/Pearl. I can get $1 tall boys of those two any day in this city.