I loved swordfish steak the one time I had it, so I’d bet that Scylla, Charybdis, or the Kraken would be quite good.

Oh, also The Kraken is quite tasty.

I love sitting neck-deep in an outdoor hot tub on a cold day!

I definitely identified a range of classic movies from “Holy shit, I love this” to “I can appreciate this as Important Cinema but it’s not for me.”

In the first group I’ve got movies like Casablanca, The Philadelphia Story, and The Lion In Winter.

I recently watched La Dolce Vita, and that is very much in the second category. I can see how so many movie tropes came out of it but… it’s just a little bit too much for me.

It’s worth going back and checking out old movies because some of them are legitimately fun to watch, but it’s also okay to just acknowledge a movie’s contributions and move on.

Surely the internet will not be weird about this. Surely no degeneracy will commence.

Count Junkula

“So you’re playing baseball, and Martha Kent is the pitcher…”

Q: What’s the the difference between a million dollars and a billion dollars?

A: About a billion dollars.

One time in high school, I heard somebody yell “Steve, you [bundle of sticks], stop talking to your girlfriend and let’s go!” and Steve was in fact at the time talking to his girlfriend.

The sheer concentration of cognitive dissonance has stuck with me to this day.

We’re doing the extra-silly speedthrough right now. Next time will be much more comprehensible.

Instructions unclear. Got God diagnosed with lead poisoning

Well, that certainly explains the platypus!

This is the whole “if humans were going to have wings we’d have to redesign the whole organism from the ground up” fiasco all over again.

Nutty. Putty. Way up on the list of most horrible ways to die.

Well, you just gotta only allow one archetype per team, figure out a system for the players to draft their choice fairly, and then let the chips fall where they may.

The story is in The Devil’s Storybook, by Natalie Babbitt.

By Odin’s beard, I wish that animated series set in 3008 could have worked out.

Wallet. Phone. Keys…

Blacula is legitimately fantastic. It’s full-on a story about the lingering violence springing from European colonialism and the slave trade.

Just one example: The main character is an African prince, and his name is Mamuwalde, but when Dracula turns him, he says “I curse you with my name! You shall be called BLACULA!” For the rest of the film, no one calls him Blacula, because his name is Mamuwalde! Except there was one subtitle that slipped and read something like “BLACULA: I lost her because of you!”, and I immediately thought, “Hey you subtitling asshole, his goddamn name is Mamuwalde!”

By the end of the movie I was rooting for him in the fight with the LAPD.

In matters of taste, the customer is always right.

Nobody but the audience gets to decide what the audience wants. Not writers, not actors, not directors, not graphic designers. If you can give the audience something they didn’t know that they wanted until they got it, so much the better for you. But if the audience just plain wants something else, then there’s no amount of cajoling or negotiation that will make them feel otherwise.

That said, I have no idea what the collective response is to either of these posters, and this does feel a bit like a tempest in a teapot.

Colorado River toad: ₍𝄐 ̫͡ 𝄐₎

Humanity: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Oh, I’ve got fucking Cold urticaria. My body takes it personally if I go swimming in cold water, or don’t wear a heavy sweatshirt on a chilly day, or God forbid if my sheets are just a little bit cold and I’m not wearing wrist-to-ankle pajamas. It fucking sucks, and it didn’t even develop until I was in my thirties, so it’s not as if this something that I learned to live with so early that it’s second nature to me now. FUCK my fucking cold-activated histamines.