So far as I can tell other people clocked me (entirely correctly and accurately) as anti-gen AI on account of I both produce and enjoy "the human-made arts." This person seems to have mass-blocked a set of such people?

What I wouldn't give for a Senator to shuffle some papers and ask: "Kennedy... 'Kennedy.' That's an *Irish* surname, isn't it? The famously drunken reprobates we've been dismissing from our saloons and barbers since your villanous craniotype dodged extermination by the British?!"

It absolutely tickles my pickle we've stuffed the all-knowing, all-powerful Creator into His locker and stolen the rainbow for ourselves.

GOD: Give it back, you degenerates!
THE GAYS: Finder's keepers, you wet bitch.

It's the same reheated argument that if everyone were armed at all times "we'd be less rude to others," as if the appropriate consequence to calling someone a jerk aloud is being shot.

The Predators are sure gonna feel real dumb when humans use tactics like "deforestation" and "yaut'ja penis-wine trade" to display our superior ability to make things extinct!

As a former cashier: If people treat the "family friendly" lane with the same reverence as "10 items or less," hoo boy.

CASHIER, smoking indoors: Hey kids, you want some Pez? Let me tell you about the family annihilator at the sorority house...

I'm curious, the Holy Grail looks like pottery based on the lighting, but I'd always assumed Indy chose a cup made of wood because he mentioned it was the cup of a carpenter.

... is it meant to be wooden and just looks a little odd in the picture?

TYRONE BIGGUMS: It tastes like dog food smells: delicious!

(Canned corned beef hash is a food I, too, have an irrational fondness for.)

It's dishonest flattery of the carceral system! What about prisons is just, or fair, or proportionate? Whose feelings are we sparing when we "uwu smol bean" the for-profit prisons that we know aren't concerned a whit with real accountability?

'Exit, defrauded by a bear.'

'Tal stood as Alexander the Great had, before a Gordian knot whose threads were monounsaturated olive oil and the yolks of the common egg: history's ablest general is said to have sliced it in twain. Alas, a broken emulsion fulfilling a vague prophecy wasn't the key to ruling Asia in 2026 AD...'

He's no Elijah Price, that's for sure.

Most of my libertarian and right-wing acquaintances *don't* tend to do things like 'read for pleasure,' or 'use libraries' or 'excel academically,' though?

Linda Hamilton kicks ass relentlessly through the entire film. Someone's already replied 'how I also feel as well,' and that's "If you want a weak link, it's Eddie Furlong?" Not his fault-- the script just seems to specify John Connor has all the emotional heft and swing of Bart Simpson.

You've got to be careful leaking that much high-level Scientology doctrine, they're notoriously litigous!

"Sell licenses to who, Ben? Fucking *Aquaman?!*"

Back when I was in cancer treatment I used to have to swallow dye (I think it was barium contrast?) before PET scans: the gas the next day would be so rank I swore it could kill fake plants!

I can 100% relate. Just because there's no trim doesn't make GSC models "simple."

When you've got to hunt men for sport and you can't even have matching crossbows! It takes the zest right out of the whole thing... ;_;

🚨BREAKING 2:
electric boogaloo

Ah yes, Captain Hummel!

If I had no choice but to subsist on "white people cuisine," which let's be real is like... mayonnaise-based... I would become a serial killer.

Any man who rejects the cultural and sociopolitical cues of *checks notes* 'Sesame Street' should be hounded out of society.

The colored bars are genius!

'Lunchmeat bologna: Famously better with age. And heat. And unventilated storage next to scores of wigs.'

There is nobody under the age of 55 who remembers seeing astronauts return to earth like this

ERIC ADAMS: Albanians are real, and I'm going to cook one and eat it!

If there's a single thing you can hand Episode I, it's definitely "immaculate production design in the service of a pretty shoddy story." Everything looks great! The last time I rented it I, no lie, watched it with subtitles and no sound.

Less grating on the nerves to be forced to hear the script!

You'll be thrilled to know we refer to the sound of our cat racing around upstairs as "dingus-thunder" and her cardboard palaces as "Fort Dingus, Dingus-de-la-Seine, Dingus Outdoor Dining Patio," et cetera!

Can't lie, I'd be making "sovereign citizen" puns all day while pushing my war-dollies around. 'I'm not performing a charge-move, I'm... travelling freely on the land!' or whatever the term is.

My Dad's a retired oceanographer, my Mom's an economist: they raised a film major, a poet and a sculptor.