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Third-person omniscient narration is unethical. Those characters didn't let us into their heads and we have no business being there.

This is why record stores and independent video rental places are the pinnacles of commerce. It's the fear as you approach the counter that the person there will think you have bad taste.

Didn't a bunch of these guys make a lot of noise about moving to Texas or Florida before they discovered that they don't like heat.

participation trophy type shit

At least we know he had a shitty night.

G.B. Shaw was, until Dylan's win, the only person to have won both a Nobel Prize and an Oscar.

There's also Peter Handke, who wrote Wings of Desire and whose 2019 win was met with widespread denunciations.

Teaching my football team about the tragedy of the commons, with the lesson being that we should leave the showers running in the locker room at our next away game.

I learned this from an interlude on Rockapella's Carmen San Diego soundtrack.

Going back in time 30 years to tell my teen self that Nine Inch Nails would one day make the music for a Disney movie, and that a lot of people would be pissed off about that movie, but for reasons having nothing to do with NIN.

Now I have to know how many more layers he's wearing.

A 9:00 PM showtime for the John Woo movie "Bullet in the Head" scheduled for Saturday, November 22, 2025.

Let's see what my local theater has scheduled on the anniversary of the JFK assassination:

The baby had a higher exit Velo than that single ball that Bryce made contact with this postseason

Charlie Chaplin wrote Sylvester Stallone a letter saying how much he enjoyed Rocky.

(As I tolerate the latest abuses by the smoked fish Boyars): "If only the smoked fish czar knew about this."

statler: i heard she wrote “wood” about his penis

waldorf: yeah and “cancelled!” about his playoff plans ha ha ha ha

Lee Grant Centennial | AFI Silver Theatre and Cultural Center

Kind of wild that my local theater is doing a Centennial Retrospective for Lee Grant, who (a) is still alive, and (b) has a bit of mystery surrounding her birth year, to the extent that Wikipedia lists it only as the mid-1920s.

A funny bit in One Battle After Another is how the cops and military guys react when given a fake name in an interrogation. In a movie where you report to a guy named Steve Lockjaw, is it that ridiculous to think there's someone walking around named Fred Flintstone or Peter Parker?

Officially OBAA-pilled.

Might be the first time in nearly 40 years of moviegoing I've spontaneously applauded a loathsome guy getting killed. Great cinema can truly change who we are.

You know a lot of people are telling me, Mr. President the ribbon around your neck is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen but we never see you without it. They’re saying we need to know, we deserve to know what you look like without it. It’s true. But I’m not gonna take it off. Maybe I’ll take it off

I can't wait for us all to get this excited for an album release again next month when John Darnielle drops his rock opera about the prophetic visions of a dying ship captain.

Ordinarily I'm opposed to erasing the contributions of problematic or cancelled artists, but if we're being handed a chance to remove Diddy's verses and ad-libs from all of those Biggie tracks, I say we take it.

You know a guy deserves the Nobel peace prize when Norway has to “brace for fallout” if he doesn’t win one

I'm going back to Peach.

That the king is actually unaware of what his bad boyars are doing is one of the funnier world historic turnarounds

Bluesky devs built a website for tedious nerds (Silicon Valley variant, evil) and accidentally acquired an audience of tedious nerds (political variant, mixed)

Leaving aside his weird virgin fixation, Tyler Cowen's been around forever; how does hiring a well-established libertarian economist count as "spotting talent"? It's like if a left-leaning site brought in Paul Krugman and Ezra was in awe of their scouting abilities.

I can't wait until Robyn's album comes out and we get a diss track but it's just about some nameless (imaginary) woman whose life she ruined at the club. It will become our favorite song and we will take the wrong lessons from it