I'm sorry, but if your name is "Dr Emoto", you don't get to deal with the "science" of emotions unless this is a James Bond movie.
Also why couldn't she just have been a second Blythe Danner?
I'm sorry, but if your name is "Dr Emoto", you don't get to deal with the "science" of emotions unless this is a James Bond movie.
Also why couldn't she just have been a second Blythe Danner?
No, the one from Fear of Music. It's also on extended versions of Stop Making Sense.
Yeah, but do you consider yourself a fan of the Powerpuff Girls, or do you have a special name for just grown-ups who like it differently from the kids who like it?
Your point is a valid one, but it doesn't explain why this seems so isolated—maybe I'm just sheltered, or maybe these things didn't happen in my day, but there never seemed to be an elitist enclave of adult male Jem* fans who kept themselves distinct from all the other Jem* fans.
Just to be clear—I don't want MLP to "go away", nor do I think there's anything wrong with grown men liking it. It's the pretension that goes into creating a box within a box that irritates me, of not wanting to just embrace the thing they supposedly love so much as wanting to belong to some kind of club that defines…
Are you a tall bearded barista by any chance?
Touché, but I always thought NAMBLA wanted to remove additional distinctions from things.
Two by my count, but I think I give Glamorama more credit than most folk do.
Gods will be gods.
What I'm saying is, whovians and browncoats and beliebers and all else aren't a gender-exclusive sub-tribe thing. Anyone who's into Dr Who is a whovian, just like anyone who supports Arsenal is a gunner or anyone who digs the Grateful Dead is a deadhead—I never heard tell of any of those groups then having little…
I always thought that was just their fandoms as a whole, which were gender-skewed because seriously, there is no appeal to those guys beyond attraction.
Here's the thing about bronies that gets me—I never came across female fans of "boy" shows banding together like a little tribe like they can't just be a fan on its own. Ain't no She-I Joes or Transformhers or Thundarr the Barbherians; they just watch, enjoy, and don't draw a line and say "we're not just fans, we're…
Ireland, but Scottish beavers are what I was thinking of. And I was mostly being glib (though it does suck that our biggest outright carnivore here is the pine marten).
Just go back to Puerto Rico, then, jeez.
Yeah. Like they do with kites and beavers and boars.
I should probably start watching one or both of these things.
Question. Are they at all interested in re-introduction schemes?
Hey, at least Martin is still writing books that are apparently worth reading (or there wouldn't be a clamour for more). My favourite author hasn't put out anything in years, on account of dying in 1959, but even alive guys I like all put out shitpiles now, like Easton-Ellis and his self-fart-sniffing pap.
I was dismayed to find out that my current service (Sky HD) actually prevents it—you hit the channel up/down button a few times in succession and it stops changing channel, just changes the little "what's currently on" box at the bottom of the screen while the channel stays the same. It's heartbreaking.
I think adoption figures would go down if people knew those kids had been exposed to other people's poops, though.