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Yeah, but will it be as good as Carry On Cleo? I think not!

My favorite segment in A Hard Day’s Night is George’s, where he wanders into the production office of the station’s Ready Steady Go-esque teen dance show and mocks its clueless trend-tracking. This was part was tacked on and, I believe, written on the spot when George complained to producer Walter Shenson that he

He’s very clean.

I’ve honestly been surprised at how durable the right’s victim mentality has been.

It’s their only play—they have no real governing philosophy and the policies they do support, like outlawing abortion, reversing preexisting condition protections, and throwing cash at rich people, are so deeply unpopular that they have to lie and pretend they don’t. They’re clinging to power thanks to our fucked up

It is truly astounding the disconnect they are able to achieve with reality. Like all the campaign ads that warn if Biden is elected, there will be chaos in the streets and then illustrate that point with footage of chaos happening in the streets... during Trump’s presidency.

Look up “shingling the gazebo” on Urban Dictionary later.

No no, the red one goes on the head proudly, the white one gets stuffed in the back of your closet until Trump gives the signal.

While I was definitely more of a Artemis Gordon fan, James West was pretty fucking cool and Robert Conrad, for all his faults and limited acting ability, still an iconic performer. He was always very generous with praise for co-star Ross Martin as well as the whole “West” crew and while he did do many of his own

The Dr. Miguelito Quixote Loveless (played by Michael Dunn) was also a great character. I read that Dunn also insisted on doing some of his own stunts and got injured. The other fun part was that the same group of men played the villain-of-the-week’s gang of thugs almost every episode — it got so you could recognize

Spanfeller doesn’t care about baseball players no matter how many touchdowns they scored.

This movie makes me angry for a very different reason: For my money, the greatest romantic comedy ever made was “The Awful Truth,” from 1937 with Cary Grant and Irene Dunne. And whenever I tell that to someone, I have to quickly, clearly explain that I am NOT talking about that thing with Katherine Heigl.

I’m starting to think this Alex Jones fellow might not be all that stable.

“You pedal, but you go nowhere. You are trapped in a state of perpetual flight from which there is no escape. It is truly the most vicious cycle.”

This just needs to have an edit with Werner Herzog narrating the ad to make the journey complete.

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Let us dance underwater and not get wet, as well.

The three part saga that is Mothership Connection, The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein, and Funkentelechy vs The Placebo Syndrome

The Residents Not Available which I have sang the praises of here before. On the surface it seems to be poking fun at the idea of overarching concept albums but dig a little deeper it’s probably the most honest depiction of dealing with depression I’ve encountered.

“Trump later denied he ever did anything wrong, and it's true there was no evidence, except for that tape of him saying he did. But that was just his word against his"