“…soaring upwards into dream, seeking refuge in illusions of extravagant fantasy, living alone, among memories of more congenial times…”
A as in Anacanapuna…
B as in Bouncy-bouncy!
C as in Cheese knife
D as in Dogs Playing Poker
E as in Ewe
F as in You
G as in Big fence in Chicago
H as in Haikiba!
I as in SEE
J as in Ugly late night talk show host
K as in Kwah Kee Ser Pee Nee Ku
L as in Lives of quiet desperation
M as in Mooooooo…
N as in None of your Goddamn business
O as in Ommmmmmm…
P as in Plucking
Q as in Queen of France
R as in Roads Scholar
S as in Suddenly. Pineapples.
T as in Raymond Luxury Yacht
U as in Ugly late night talk show host
V as in Vat
W as in Wainscoting
X as in I hate thinking up words for X
Y as in You’re an a$$hole
Z as in Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
Is this what my inspiration has come to? Oh well.
I’d rather be slumbering in R’lyeh.
“And make it a fresh bottle, I don’t want something that’s been sitting around for years.”
(scene) – 1-on-1 interview.
“Right before this interview, I used the guest bathroom and threw up repeatedly in the sink. I wasn’t sick, I just knew I’d be spending 5-10 minutes around you and wanted to get it out of the way.”
“…we oughta be alright here for a while. We have a gun, bullets…food and radio…”
Some adorable curtains, bit of paint and wallpaper, nails, clean the corpses out. It’ll be great.
When did it become a major accomplishment that someone can dunk the ball?
I mean, am I missing something? Or is it just totally absurd?
Any guy from any pickup game in the world can dunk it
It’s worth 2 points. Just the same as a layup or a floater.
It looks POWERFUL, but it’s not.
The best rebounders aren’t the best jumpers, necessarily.
Fcken sad if you ask me.
“What can your client do?”
“Well, he can dunk it and block it.”
“That’s it. Oh, he can grab rebounds when they bounce luckily into his hands.”
If any professional sports M.B.N. says any of the following: “treasure chest”, “momentum”, “fate”, “destiny”, “drop mic”, “PERIOD”, “end of discussion”, “guarantee(d)”, know-and-still-used random sh1t logical fallacies, using-because-I-learned-it-yesterday-and-want-to-show-off logical fallacies or anything like them, or if I’m just in a bad mood, I will tear one of your arms off and beat you to death with it.
Nom nom…Hey, Pine, over here. Plenty of good meat. Look at that arm.
“Come to think of it, I feel a bit peckish myself.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get callous to murder. Now where’s the stiff?”
“Still…no sign of land…how long is it?
That’s rather a personal question…”
I was in the middle of enjoying this cheezy classic a moderate amount, when I was disappointed to see a facsimile of the lead from ‘Invasion USA’ as one of the mains. Hard to suspend disbelief after that.
‘The Room’ – At least it doesn’t have Nic Cage in it.
Impossible to fully and accurately explain.
“…fighting off one of the creatures…from the other side, right?
A representation. The things Cane writes are indescribable….
Beyond description. Right. We’re wasting our time.”
Plenty of atmospheric dread.
It’s intriguing enough to get through, but it’s really nothing special.
“Make a contribution to the fight.
ANY fight…the one you believe in.”
“Barnes has got it in for you, doesn’t he?
Barnes believes in what he’s doing.
Do you? Do you believe?
In ’65, yeah. Now…”
“…I’ve never stopped to look at clouds before; or rainbows. You know, I can tell you exactly why one appears in the sky, but considering its beauty has always been out of the question.”
28 Months Later: No change.
28 Years Later: No change.
28 Decades Later: No change.
Completely pointless cr@p sequel.
Nope, not worth it. Gross(ly) overdone.
Gotta love the cymbals, though.
No Coke, Pepsi.
*shrug* “…it’s alright.”
“…an exhilaration born of having no further doubts and dilemmas, no more crucial decisions which need to be made, nothing but going through on his chosen course and dying in a just cause.”
“A big young black guy just made a good play, so here’s a sideline shot of a big old white guy.”