This ^^^guy/gal gets it. Carlson and Fabio, otoh, are complete jerkwads, and I’m pretty sure I speak for all of my colleague California librarians.

I remember wondering when we were going to get the third in the Corner to trilogy for years before Word’s End came out. Perhaps it only became known to Americans more recently, not having the icecream? I always preferred The Three Colours Cornetto as a name, referencing Krzysztof Kieślowski’s Three Colours. That’s a…

hot fuzz is the best of the three, def

Fabio is completely right — every day on my morning walk to downtown Oakland, I am killed at least three times by roving bandits on horses.

I didn’t get a Community notification for this?! How could anyone forget about Britta’s epic love story with the anthropomorphized Subway?????

Edit: Oh, nvm, Erik Adams briefly mentions it in passing in his blurb.

In some future Kinja you could go back and edit. “To Derp is human.”

It matters when it completely takes you out of the movie and leaves you confused instead of frightened/exhilarated. Which it does. Every time.

Confession time: I really need to see Jurassic Park again because I fucking hated it in the theater. There is a reason for this: I was 13, me and my best friend were both nuts for the book, and watching it was how I found out for that the book and the movie are often two very, very different things—and I was extremely…

Oh, absolutely. I was 8 when Raiders came out and I remember having the Star Wars, Superman, Empire, and Raiders LPs mixed into my collection of Chipmunks and Sesame Street records. I knew John Williams’ name before I knew Harrison Ford, George Lucas, or even Steven Spielberg. I remember trying to talk my dad into…

I would argue that Tin Men, Pushing Tin, and Tin Cup are better Indiana Jones movies than Crystal Skull.

Aside from the utter dipshittery of Unapologetic and most disconcerting unquestioning Trump shit:

“To claim my billion dollar fortune, you must do one thing...”

I have this horrible vision of George Lucas promising his fortune to anyone sufficiently immersed in Buck Rogers and old time radio shows.

And her pope move was boss.

Okay fair enough.

No one is ever gonna get the Muppets “right” again, because they’re no longer a living, breathing thing. They’ve become an excercise in pointless nostalgia, and no version is ever going to restore whatever vague quality they used to have, because that quality isn’t based on a collective memory, it’s based on millions…

The best part is the look on George Harrison’s son’s face. All the older guys on stage seem strangely unmoved by Prince’s supernatural abilities, but that kid looks like he just discovered Santa coming down his chimney.

Sister Rosetta Tharpe may have made their heads explode. Hands-down the best Gibson SG player in the instrument’s history, and a woman of color.

Size queen

But don’t you see, it’s Madonna’s story to tell: Michaela was adopted by a white couple; Madonna has adopted four black children from Malawi. So it’s the perfect white savior story for her, the Greatest White Savior of them all.