The Jeopardy! question to the answer “42”.

I’d rather smoke with Cary Grant than with Dennis Hopper

Oh yeah… he’s a goner!

Thærmodynamic Dæmon Mæ Mæin Mæn!

The mad lads did it!
Somewhere between 6:13 and 6:15pm.
“Shave & A Haircut” honk, perhaps?

A Doritos ad!
So you can drift asleep thinking - “Boy, do I feel refreshed!”

mODREN zAMURAI zTORIES . . .

This is some gourmet humor!
Like say… Albert Brooks in the 1980s, or Larry David in the 00s.

I am a simple man. I see one of these Stonss Fonn Stonssing or whatever the fuck his-face-was, even ironically, I downvote and move on. I suggest you do the same.

ON TARGET!!! Hahahaha…!

Picard is way cooler than Kirk

Anyone’s cooler than an erratic old man who throws around the casual insult dismissal “sporto” on his twitter account.
Nobody’s cooler than an old man photographed enjoying life while slurping on a cornetto ice cream cone with his best pal Gandalf.

May The Flork Be With You.

Sunday School playground bullies!

don’t forget the camera work

One element that fits under “creative problem-solving”.

That long subjective camera rush towards Ash (Campbell), the one that continued the cliffhanger end of Evil Dead 1, then lifting Ash and spinning him at high speed… I can deconstruct more or less how they did it - at regular or slow speed, Campbell strapped to a board and on an axes, etc. - but I still can’t wrap my head around the insanely good final result. It’s like… one of the best examples in cinema of something being more than the sum of its’ parts.

That’s like A Bout De Soufflé caliber gourmet shit, Jimmy!

“Why know why the Earth looked so beautiful?
Because YOU weren’t in it!”

Evil Dead Pt 2 is the best remake ever.
The same director, making the same film twice, but with a (moderately) higher budget, a lot of creative problem-solving, a defiant “We can do this” attitude, and Bruce Campbell reaching Buster Keaton-levels of physical comedy genius.
Incredible, all the way, through and through.

Isn’t it a line of defense against insects?
“Animals” would be broad enough to be true,
“Mammals” zoomed in on the wrong kingdom.

Which may be even better as a joke, here’s this thing smug in having finally found a technique to defend itself against a 100 million year foe, like Moe throwing insect Barney out of his bar, and here’s mammal Barney behind Moe again!

Hey Farva!

Polite words after someone kicks the bucket, whoever they may be, is politics, understandable.

That said, it does seem like she went out of her way to lay it on thick, didn’t she? With a nasty synthetic aftertaste to it. She chose her words carefully and it looks like her kissing the boot of a fucking goddamned sick soulless monster.

Here’s my obituary for cheney:
He shot a man in the face, then abused his tremendous privilege to avoid police questioning for 36 hours, after he’d had time to sober up, even as he got hundreds of thousands of people killed by kicking a hornet’s nest in the Middle East, all for oil profit of his Halliburton and Clearwater buddies.

Rest not, but wallow in shit and eternal damnation,
Dick “Why Don’t You Go FUCK YOURSELF?!!” Cheney

Make sure you put some OIL aside for the future.
“What… you mean like salad oil?”
And my work here is done, I am OUTTA HERE!
“Wait! Did you mean like olive or peanut oil or…?”
(crickets(forever))