If an actor “fires” a completely dead gun it usually looks distractingly fake, no matter how much muzzle flash you add in post. The actor usually overdoes the kickback and ends up looking like a kid playing cops and robbers.

Taken directly to replies?!?!

The stat about black cowboys makes me realize that Silverado must be the most racially accurate Western out there. Four main cowguys, three white and one black, just like the statistic says!

You’re not wrong. They spelled it “Enos,” but it was definitely pronounced Anus.

Aii-yai-yai.

This doesn’t bode well for the upcoming parody spoof version of this tale, Chinbeardz Movie.

Looks like it might be more of a redneck restaurant chain than a global technology and social media conglomerate. I’m sure Zuckerberg could easily buy these shitkickers out if he wanted to, and perhaps suggest an alternate name for their restaurant: House of Enos.

The company that makes it is called “Brach’s” because that’s the noise you make after eating candy corn.

When I found out those candies actually were made from the chunks of construction adhesive that dry at the end of the nozzle, I said well, no thank you to any more of those!

You know that character in the Dukes of Hazzard TV show, Cooter? Well, simply change the company name to The Cooter Company. It’s apt, it’s elegant, it’s recognizable, and it just makes sense. You hear that, Zuckerton? The Cooter Company. Make it happen!

He could have a bean balanced on the end of his nose.

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Tell it, by garr! The more sensitive souls can scroll on!

It’s an all-or-nothing deal, I’m afraid: your band has to be called “AI and the Loose Association of Nerds.” You can be the bandleader, AI.

I myself have an unusual name, so I have always been aware of my own name sounding silly, not just to a substantial portion of the world, but to all of it. Why, N!xau himself would scratch his head at my name.

One wishes to scoff, but I named my son Leander, so am I any better?

I started the book in 1984, in anticipation of the Lynch version, which opened when I was halfway through the book. I have no memory of finishing it at that time, but I picked it up again (same copy) a few weeks ago and finished it just the other day. Triumph!

Maybe not as together as all that - after all, she had a bald stand-up comedian for a husband.

Mr. Premium simply captured my heart.

So true. I can even picture them.