If the Sandcrawler's rockin', don't come a-knockin'.

Next they’ll tell us that a mistranslation of “young woman” for “virgin” in canon that led to that “virgin” to be born of yet another "virgin" in order to be free of sin is also all “fake”.

Their zoo at The Mirage had an audio tour with Roy the primary narrator. The trilling purr he did to enact the calming sound they use with tiger still lingers in my brain and friends and I use it to calm each other every few years.

The affection between Roy and Siegfried was palpable. Such an extraordinary life and tale of perseverance, only to be knocked out by this accursed pandemic.

No, you’re thinking of Amanda Hugginkiss. Amanda Palmer is the one who trademarked adding one part lemonade to one part ice tea like no one thought of that before.

Sh-mon.

meant to type “white male protagonist” but watching both this sloppy and disappointing episode and the hectic-meta new episode of Rick & Morty the same night clearly uploaded/scrambled/deleted/infected my storage and mental hardware and caused glitches.

I get this point, but there’s support for the concept that we don’t truly have free will. Our brains are made in a way that responds to sensory input and experience but there’s not a separate “will” or “soul” aside from our brain wiring and stored memories. Like androids. The show tries to play with the blurry…

The episode could have been recovered almost entirely by your excellent idea that Caleb dismount from the bike and needing to get a strawberry milkshake before doing anything else.

But isn’t the real point of Westworld all the robots we made along the way?

I winced to see a black sidekick get shot so the male protagonist might live. It’s an old trope and easily avoided. I’m also a Seahawks fan, so for that reason, too.

Thanks! Let’s not erase Pazuzu! Satan gets all the credit for the work done by his underlings. Such a bad boss. Hail Pazuzu!

Pretty sure given his energy it’s more an eager “I’ll toss your salad” / rimming offer than consumption of our flesh. Given his broad face and scruff and resultant chafing I’m a strong pass.

The least believable element is that Kennedy was only 225 pounds in 1985.

Like Bane, I’m wondering why you would strangle a man before throwing him out of a plane.

Sheila E. did a terrific job as music director for the show, with the excitement accelerating as it went along. I’ve crushed on her a long time and don’t mind her showboating. She earned it that night.

The second hour, starting with The Time onward, was stronger and more magical than the first hour. Worth watching. I think the reviewer mistakenly said the last 30 minutes but meant the last hour. Awesome stuff. Glad to see this recap.

King Creole is a wonderfully entertaining movie with kick-ass, funny music. The standout in his movie output. Jailhouse Rock runs second.

Pretty sure that 90s party photo with Gary Oldman also includes actress Marlo Thomas and magician David Blaine.

Elrond Hubbard now has me imagining Bob Iger shirtless, and it is a warm and dreamy feeling.