A flowered wizard hat sounds AMAZING. I bet you could make a really fantastic one, even if it’s a bit of an investment and experimentation. Wear that hat, as you deserve!

Yes, thank you! I’m delighted you beat me to it. It might be the only way to handle watching this festering chunk of fine cinema.

Also, how does Brundle Fly eat?

Well, damn. I did not expect to see the most attractive thing ever, tonight. There’s a lot of talent, skill, and silliness to unpack in that photo.

Shit. Does that goes for ladies, too? Cause I might need to have a long talk with myself. Can it work that way? Can I instantly give myself another level of beautiful existential pain, like my bi friends?

Mannnnnn, every time I see one of these, I feel like I’m really missing out by not being bisexual. Damn. Guess I’ll buy more books! Anyone want some tea or an iced coffee? You doing okay? Need anything? I’ll totally run out in the rain, to get whatever you could possibly need to make your life better, if only for a moment. Really, I’m offering.

Plus this part

Please, I can only get so turned on…

Incredible movie, but goddamn, I can’t watch a huge portion of the final act. The wife of actor David Gale–who played the eventually headless guy–divorced him shortly after the film was released. The cast mentions on the DVD commentary that it was highly suspected that his, uh, convincing performance in the above scene is very much to blame.

Do you… Do you not, already? Does not everyone?

…oh, no. ʕʘᴥʘʔ

If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.

Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.

Is this Welsh?

/s

I usually skip this one, because the themes are pretty uncomfortable if you relate to them, but mostly I just can’t unsee Grady Fletcher, the world’s most gullible CPA, and it’s a weird mix of a bit gross and being unable to take his performance seriously. Where’s Aunt Jess to save the day?

Now, with Listeria! ™️ –for that sparkling fresh digestive tract!–

I was late for work, the first time I read Hellstar Remina, because I started it with morning coffee, and had to finish it! It was definitely more memorable than the job, at the time.

Semi-related, the Ito translated hardcovers are beautifully done. I made the, uh, costly mistake, of getting my spouse the main stack some years back, and now they’re just on pre-order to send, as soon as a new one is released. The style changes for some, a few have color illustrations, some have pretty dust covers, but they’re all great. Hellstar Remina is bright red, and my favorite. (👁️)

“[Thing] is a game changer!”

Almost always used in the context of brand-speak/commercial marketing. What’s the game, guys? Corporate propaganda? Cause no, using an app to book a handyman that pays to be advertised on your service, or buying microplastic encapsulated detergent is not a goddamn “game changer” for anyone, besides the shareholders.

Out of curiosity, and if you don’t mind sharing, what hobbies have you picked up, or have been exploring?

Can reconnecting with the club also just be wearing baggy pants, no bra, and listening to house and techno, but not actually going anywhere? Doing club things at home, like maybe too many energy drinks, sometimes alcohol, staying up all night, and the amphetamines are legal? Cause–including that facial expression–I’m all set. The club is in our minds, Neo?