For my money, nothing quite beats the alternate-beat version of Hooked on a Feeling (“you’re in uh with me”).

Sure, you mock, but realize that adjusted for inflation that’s $7.32 in today’s dollars.

Great reference, harrowing watch.

If you can equate Roseanne’s insult of Jarrett perfectly to Sam Bee’s insult of Ivanka — if you honestly cannot find a single difference between the two instances — I don’t think you’re approaching the issues with necessary cognitive functions.

Yup. Fantastic. Hell is other people (and microtransactions).

>stealing that<

Yeah, but BASHOP dude, there’s a slight gap between “non-photographic likeness” and “the wrong fucking person.”

If the Deportation Bus is a metaphor for the campaign, I wouldn’t worry too much....

Maybe the real monster is the friends we made along the way.

Rest up and be well, Mike. We shall feast like gods upon your return.

I don’t think time has been kind to the Harmony Korine oeuvre, but Fight Club and Requiem have lasting appeal (even if nobody wants to see Requiem more than once).

FC3/4 are pretty cheap on Steam right now, too, and they’re largely indicative of the franchise as a whole with occasional upgrades/alterations. I never played co-op but the single-player modes are worth it alone. Highly recommended.

Mr. mojo risin’....

Revenge of the Ninja was one of those titles the VHS rental place always had in great abundance, so it became something of a mainstay of home cinema in my early years. Glad to see he didn’t peak at the age of nine.

I dread to imagine what Ben Carson’s “Operation Grand Slam” could possibly encompass.

I don’t even know why we kept making movies after 1980. The medium can’t get any better.

And it’s five bucks on Origin right now. I might have to give it another try. The keyboard/mouse control scheme made it a no-sale for me on release, but for a fiver I could give it a go on the controller if nothing else.

Barium swallows are relatively rare this time of year. You typically don’t see them north of the Mexican border until late March.

I’ve had family members get ripped up by normally-placid peacocks that had something in their territorial instincts just silently trip and next thing you know they’re going HAM and doing a peck-and-shred dance on your scalp. I love birds, and pissy-hissy geese don’t even give me pause, but a peacock is built for…