Dancer In The Dark fucked me up AND gave me a years-long Bjork crush.

Also got me into Lars Von Trier, who is still one of my favorite filmmakers.

I just can’t with Sturgis. 90% of the people there are in high-risk groups and refuse to even try to be safe.

I guess this is where we get to get some numbers on how risky this virus really is. I hope it’s not so bad, but fear that it will be.

This constant teetering on the edge of schadenfreude and compassion is really…

Ben Shapiro is just sub-Jared Kushner on the punchability meter.

He’s one of those guys who thinks stats and reason are the entire world because he hasn’t had his share of fail.

He’ll be a lot more interesting person when his wife leaves him taking his kids and half of everything and he gets caught doing blow off a…

Dafuk is termite art?

He’s the reason my SSL has a way to patch the post-compression talkback to an output.

...which, is like, whatevr.

I run all of my audio through an SSL board with a master bus compressor...sorts that shit out.

...also helps a lot with low dialog followed by loud explosions and/or/overzealous music cues.

Right? It’s like everybody accidentally thought of the stay-puft marshmallow man when they were voting and *poof* it manifested.

They kind of go hand-in-hand. “What if, instead of this guy sucking, there was a HUGE CONSPIRACY that was devoted to making him look bad, and he was actually just VERY, VERY good at his job?”

i still have a MAGA hat and Trump coloring book around somewhere, because when he was first running, it just seemed like a hilarious joke, so one of my buddies kept sending mw Trump shit for the lulz.

The BETTER antifa.

Well, that’s the problem with fiction.

The thing that amazes me most about conspiracy theorists is that they don’t understand how fiction works, or that they are capable of creating it.

Like, say I write a story in my head. I’ll put it in a dystopian future. I’ll have a fascist state, and maybe freedom fighters opposing them.

...and to add some texture to…

I still gotta watch the last season of that.

This show might be the all-time leader for shows with content I like, (‘70's! Nazi Hunters! Dirty Old New York! Pacino! Carol Kane!), but where I don’t like the show itself at all.

“Tentacle love book magazine” has it beat.

Ooooh, look at you, flaunting you lonely existence where you’ve never gone to lunch with a significant-or-insignificant other thinking:”Wow. This is really making some movement happen...” then getting the whole:”Hey, how about we go to Target/Trader Joe’s/Best Buy when we’re done here?”, not wanting to go into the…

An argument could be made for Runnin with the devil on the first album, too.

Salma Hayek in this movie made me straight.

Man, I fucking hate prequels.