just saying, if science fiction ever created a love poem, it was La Jetee.

we’re not asking our car companies to reinvent the wheel here.

considering the distance and density of population in the Northeast Corridor, that’s probably the ONLY place in the United States where regular rail travel makes sense.

I tried riding a train back in 2002 from South Florida to New York, just to try the experience. I’m not a fan of flying and wanted to see what the alternative was.

SWEET JESUS SLUG. WTF.

If this is virtue signalling, the people getting signaled are evil sick fucks.

About superhero movies in 2017:

I would argue moving Wonder Woman to the first World War - which was a far more tragic event than WWII which was more melodramatic - fit the modern mythos of Diana being a “Warrior against War”. It could have led into a WWII sequel where Diana despairs her first battle against Ares was fruitless, and then explaining…

I’m adding a comment on March 21st, about a month later.

She’s refusing to look at Thanos before she kills him.

I’m here for the possible post-credit scene of Steve’s Soul in Heaven, getting to dance with Agent Carter.

the fan got under his skin by attacking him where it hurts: his pride. Dolan “owns” these teams, they are his crown jewels, what makes him a lord and master of his world. for people - for the ticket-paying peons - to tell him to sell, to argue that he’s terrible at ownership, is a threat to the power he wields.

wait. you’re not supposed to put mayo on pastrami?

that bridge must have seen a lot of drunken firework displays.

it does not hurt to ask the question.

now would be a good time to bulldoze the whole school down.

you could, but I would argue “word of mouth” counts as much among the wealthy elite as it does a cursory Google Map check.

there are competing dynamics in Florida: the conservative desire for strait-laced patriarchy and the conservative desire to make tons of money. Oddly enough, strip clubs and sex services still allow for patriarchy (service FOR men) and money (say hi to the Dale Mabry night clubs at the next Tampa Super Bowl!).…

there is still a question, isn’t there, about HOW Kraft heard about that “massage parlor” in the first place? I mean, a guy from Boston/New England area just drives out to this small place in the outskirts of the South Florida metro for something he could have easily gotten somewhere else closer to where he needed to…

Jesus effing Christ.