Went to the theaters with the family and had sushi. :PQuoting Qrazy (view post)
Went to the theaters with the family and had sushi. :P
I love that movie. Heck, my kids love that movie. When a ten-year-old and a six-year-old can be that entertained by a silent film, it's a pretty special achievement.
I get to watch the first two Harry Potter movies with my siblings. Oh joy. :|
Sure why not?
STAR WARS: THE LAST JEDI (Rian Johnson) - 9
STRONGER (David Gordon Green) - 6
THE DISASTER ARTIST (James Franco) - 7
THE FLORIDA PROJECT (Sean Baker) - 9
LADY BIRD (Greta Gerwig) - 8
"Hitchcock is really bad at suspense."
- Stay Puft
I love that movie. Heck, my kids love that movie. When a ten-year-old and a six-year-old can be that entertained by a silent film, it's a pretty special achievement.
Merry Christmas, all.
"Modern weapons can defend freedom, civilization, and life only by annihilating them. Security in military language means the ability to do away with the Earth."
-Ivan Illich, Deschooling Society
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So, according to the Minneapolis Metro Transit, December 26th is a holiday, so they have reduced service. While coming into work on the bus, I notice the driver is signalling he's going to take a left where my bus normally takes a right. Apparently the route is slightly different on Saturday.
Me: "You're taking a left up here?"
Him: "Yeah, Saturday routes today."
Me: "I'll need to get off just up here, then."
He turns left, drives by the stop.
Me: "Whoa, hey, can I get off?"
Him: "Well, ya gotta ring the bell!!"
Me: :| "I guess us talking about it doesn't count."
Him: "You shouldn't assume."
Me: (climbing off) "I shouldn't assume the bus driver can think for himself, got it."
:frustrated:
Pavlov's Bus Driver.
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My Top 100 Horror Movies OF ALL TIME.
A spider landed on my hand and I shook it off and it crawled inside my keyboard under the keys and I killed it by smashing the keys repeatedly and now there's a spider corpse inside my keyboard and I'm not cool with that.
...and the milk's in me.
Sorry. But I laughed at your description of "spider corpse".
Spider just wanted to hug your hand!
Much like the spiders that come out at night and hug your nose and tongue while you're sleeping.
:twisted:
My YouTube Channel: Grim Street Grindhouse
My Top 100 Horror Movies OF ALL TIME.
Your keyboard is spider-haunted!
Coming to America (Landis, 1988) **
The Beach Bum (Korine, 2019) *1/2
Us (Peele, 2019) ***1/2
Fugue (Smoczynska, 2018) ***1/2
Prisoners (Villeneuve, 2013) ***1/2
Shadow (Zhang, 2018) ***
Oslo, August 31st (J. Trier, 2011) ****
Climax (Noé, 2018) **1/2
Fighting With My Family (Merchant, 2019) **
Upstream Color (Carruth, 2013) ***
It's probably not dead. Just resting and laying eggs.
Wildly spray Raid all over the piano.
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It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
...computer keyboard.
I'm amused now.
...and the milk's in me.
So. Tired. Whirlwind of moving and travel and hosting and waaaaay too much food. I think I have gained ten pounds in the last two weeks.
And this is why I love MadMan.
For some reason I read keyboard. Anyways that post got me rep, so wahoo :lol:
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It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
DEAD at work. Everyone takes this week off. THis is the first time I've come into work with ZERO new e-mails. I guess I can take my time *reading the paper this morning.
Half my office is on vacation, and the other half has this awful flu-like thing going around. I'm getting a surprising amount done without all the distractions.
...and the milk's in me.
I'm usually really good about avoiding spoilers, but today one of my favorite sites put a spoiler in the title of an article. Come on now, that's just mean.
Please share.
Last 10 Movies Seen
(90+ = canonical, 80-89 = brilliant, 70-79 = strongly recommended, 60-69 = good, 50-59 = mixed, 40-49 = below average with some good points, 30-39 = poor, 20-29 = bad, 10-19 = terrible, 0-9 = soul-crushingly inept in every way)
Run (2020) 64
The Whistlers (2019) 55
Pawn (2020) 62
Matilda (1996) 37
The Town that Dreaded Sundown (1976) 61
Moby Dick (2011) 50
Soul (2020) 64
Heroic Duo (2003) 55
A Moment of Romance (1990) 61
As Tears Go By (1988) 65
Stuff at Letterboxd
Listening Habits at LastFM
Was supposed to be in Los Angeles last night. Instead, I'm in Denver. No need to get into boring airplane problems. Instead, I'd like to frame this problem as a wild adventure across the country, full of mistaken identity, ravishing women, champagne, hurricane winds, and desperate last-minute races across a mile-long terminal. I'm kind of like Cary Grant in North By Northwest, without the mother that's younger than me.
Normally when adults claim that very small children have "crushes" on each other, I assume it's just nostalgic projection on how cute kids are together.
So I laughed it off when two parents dropped their kids off in my nursery church class today and they mentioned that their kids had recently become a little fixated on each other.
And I may need to rethink my position on this. The two kids kept hugging and orienting around each other the whole time, to the point where we had to pull them apart if they started getting frustrated and hugging too hard, tugging on hair, etc.
Even more, in a small room with about ten kids, if they lost sight of each other, they'd start calling out each other's names frantically. They'd tuck at my skirt, asking where the other one was. The kid is right behind you. The room is not large.
Finally the little girl got picked up to go home, and the little boy became deflated and sad. He crawled into my lap and fussed. "Where's Julia?"
"She went home."
"WHY???"
These kids are not even three years old yet.
...and the milk's in me.
Combing through my file on "writing" which includes all the scraps of paper and napkins that I feel worth saving, looking for something in particular, I run across this that I scribbled on a torn page from a notebook:
How is a comb a fence?
How is a comb not a fence?
...and the milk's in me.
Watch out for Martin Landau.
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It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
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