The closest thing we have to a public intellectual is @dril
The closest thing we have to a public intellectual is @dril
I think you mean "disqus."
I once walked into a piano bar while no one was on stage, stepped up to the piano, played this song, and then left without saying a word.
We already have a black nativity! They're named Jay-Z, Beyoncé, and Blue Ivy.
Oh, I thought "driver of a meat truck" was a pornographic euphemism.
Yeah but "Negro y Azul" was such a great catchy way to kick off episode 7 of the second season!
The Guy dissertation was ok for me, but the residency was just brutal.
Michel Gondry is my neighbor in Brooklyn. Also a decent guy!
Is that guy in the photo from Revolution? I know it's the apocalypse and all, but we really shouldn't be wearing a four-in-hand tie knot on a spread-collar shirt.
You mean "make fans feel like they're getting the same bang for more buck"
If you shelter them now, they'll never learn to make smart choices when the cool kids peer-pressure them to fuck horses.
But it's got those trendy dynamic content tiles!
< internet whimpers so pathetically that you just can't stay mad at it >
Update: Saw this last night at the Angelika pre-screening. I loved it. Never thought Will Forte and Bob Odenkirk could make me cry.
About Schmidt goes up a whole grade level for Nicholson's tear-jerkingly awkward wedding toast alone.
So true. I re-watch that segment alone all the time (it's on Vimeo somewhere) and it always gets me teary.
You awake to find yourself in a faceless bureaucracy, where the law decrees that all odd things must be called "Kafkaesque".
This goes back to the early Middle Ages. Bach when I was a medieval art history student, I saw whole German illuminated manuscripts full of people shitting, eating shit, throwing shit, etc., even in the marginalia of prayers and bible passages.
It's true! I used to work with this inarticulate idiot who later turned out to be a time traveller from 1818. Where he learned web programming, I'll never know..
My Polish landlord once had a vodka bottle shipped to him inside a boot, to avoid the import duties. But the bottle got wedged in, and now he presumably drinks out of a boot.