February 2008
21 posts
I mean what if you were a good solid character actor who regularly got parts in B movies and CSIs and whatnot. Wouldn’t it be weird to be sitting on the couch and flipping through the channels and just stumble upon yourself every other night?
“It tastes like beef-flavored something. Beef-flavored matter.”
– avclub
“If only there was some Internet protocol which would allow you to privately send...”
– dy
In April 2001, I thought aloud about the kind of book I would write if I was the last person on earth, i.e., writing for no one but myself, and decided it would be sort of dumb and silly: A slaphappy comic book, overcreative sexual encounters constantly interrupting the hackneyed plot, maybe a thin, stringy stew of, I dunno, Romancing the Stone and Your Code Name Is Jonah, space stations with...
Just overheard my wife lustily singing the Family Guy theme song, and then yawning.
Sure, the slang in Juno made me want to claw out the part of my brain that provides comprehension of language, but that’s because it was cutesy and smug, not because people don’t talk that way. That seems to be a common complaint leveled against it: OMG that is NOT how the kids talk today! No one would ever really say that! Well yeah, obviously. You think people during the Prohibition...
I think I just threw up something I’m going to need later.
Well, my “stylist” is this homeless guy I pay to rub Vaseline in my hair. And he doesn’t use his hands. And no, I don’t recommend him.
The French word for paper clip is trombone.
As a matter of fact, I DO use a fake British accent at the Taco Bell drive-thru. It just seems classier.
“Hey guys are you sure it’s okay to make an orbital platform out of garden...”
“Any good movie teaches you how to watch it. And that lesson usually starts with...”
“ah you kids and your ipods and zima and dan fogelberg records”
