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Malignant - Who cares about the plot holes? I don't remember being that excited for a third act in a horror movie in years. Like, literally sitting with my jaw dropped for ten minutes straight. Color Out of Space - Speaking of Nic Cage, holy cow. Great horror movie. Beautiful to look at, except...

I like a lot of musicals, but I've never liked West Side Story, and I don't know why.

Norm was always interesting to watch because he genuinely seemed to be telling the jokes for himself, and if no one else got it he was pretty comfortable with that.

We broke out and saw Free Guy. It was hilarious.

I may be imagining this, but because my wife has no immune system I continue wearing masks, and I swear I keep seeing these guys give me a look like they want to say something but they're not because I don't look like someone who can be intimidated easily.

After literal years of just taking up space, being on sabbatical means I'm finally transferring my old computer hard drive files and then storing them in a tiny case, as opposed to the cases that Dell or Gateway originally sent that are approximately the size of a Buick.

Jesus, the dates on that one are mind blowing. Nine days from #IDONOTCONSENT to R.I.P. Hard to believe. (Not saying I doubt the veracity, just...good lord.)

You can poke around for one, but I'm pretty sure they are all used up. You'd do just as well to just give it a stab in the dark.

I've noticed that big bouncing breasts can lead to my thing being in trouble as well. Do go on.

I mean, it's a symptom of my situation. I barely have time to hang out with my family sometimes. The idea that I'm going to go hang out with other people just seems preposterous.

Tomorrow is my last day, and there is no part of me willing to write a "well, it's been swell, but now that the swelling has gone down" goodbye email. That's not a big deal. What bothers me is that it highlights once again how I can spend fourteen years with a group of people, but if you asked...

Catching up on Creepshow and Channel Zero, which leads to the obvious question: how the hell does Barbara Crampton, born in 1958, look better than me?

Or just in general. One of my kids said something along the lines of "At least we're not one of the states where everyone has a gun", and I had to explain that we have a bunch of well armed cosplayers that call themselves militias that prepare for an insurrection that will be soundly quieted by...

I saw the same thing, and all I could think was how appreciative I was that they immediately identified themselves as someone I don't need to take seriously.

Little Caesar's lured me back with Field Roast pepperoni, the first chain I'm aware of to offer veggie pepperoni. It's damned good.

So you can wiggle it, just a little bit? I've always been able to raise the right eyebrow. For no reason other than stubbornness, in high school I trained myself to raise the other eyebrow on its own by holding the right one in place while looking in a mirror and raising the left one. The only...

I was so excited for this year, as we had to skip our Halloween party last year. Looks like we're going to be skipping it again this year. :mad:

I actually felt like she was talking to herself, enjoying the act of being in the action for all it was worth.

I usually feel the same way, but after long enough, I realized that nothing I've written is in use anymore but the last couple of things. Feels very temporary compared to building a wall or something.

I do lots of home repair stuff, but I'm perfectly comfortable paying people to do things I don't feel qualified to do. If I didn't like doing it, I for sure wouldn't and I wouldn't feel even slightly bad about it. I'm a programmer. I like doing it because unlike software it's something tangible...