Every now and then the commercials pause for a little football.
My 83 year old mom was given a tutorial in making an avatar and I can’t tell you how wonderful it is.
Tony Curtis: “Yonduh lies da tent of my faddah.”
Okay, so now that I’m thinking of it:
YOUR NOMINATION FOR THE WORST LINE OF DIALOGUE IN A MOVIE!
Micky D’s billboard next to a crematorium has been taken down. It was advertising McCrispy.
You can’t make this stuff up.
QUO VADIS: The dialogue is priceless.
QUO VADIS (1951): “Lovely women should not have to think deeply.”
AGE OF VICE, by Deepti Kapoor: Aspiring novelists should read this. The narrative is clean and lean, the story unputdownable. Every word counts. This is how it's done when it's done exactly right.
Hey hey,
Ho ho,
Georgie Santos has to go.
TO LESLIE: I loved this movie. Came out of nowhere and hit me dead in the heart. Andrea Riseborough is incandescent.
It's Waylon Day at my house.
I don't think Hank done it this way.
POKER FACE (Peacock): Pure entertainment gold. Natasha Lyonne shines.
“Want a red Chinese balloon, Georgie? It floats! Over Montana!”
What do you call a magician who has lost his magic?
Ian.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t forget to tip your waitress.
When a streamer messages you "Our terms have changed," that means they want you to pay more money for the same service. I doubt if you needed that translation, but just in case.
“World-building” is a phrase I really wish would be retired. Not only is it sloppy and lazy, it has become trite.
Nobody can rock a pair of dad jeans like Bryan Cranston.
From Yahoo: Is The Boogeyman's first trailer certainly seems to suggest that light is the antidote to whatever's hiding in the dark, be it in your closet or underneath the bed.
Every child knows this.
THE LAST OF US. Episode 3: Do you really want to tell me that’s 10 miles west of Boston?
Police reforms would be good.
Gun reforms would be just as good.
Here's the poster for THE BOOGEYMAN, based on my short story. Watch for the trailer, which will debut on today's NFC game. And be sure to close the closet door.
As a person in recovery, I was immersed in a podcast called I WAS NEVER THERE, produced by Karen Zelermyer and her daughter Jamie. Story is about the disappearance of Marsha Ferber, self-proclaimed hippie outlaw. Go for the ride and don't expect closure.
Nothing like an unplanned Bring Your Four Year Old Daughter to Work Day and then she serenades an elevator full of bankers with her best rendition of Brass Monkey.
For the love of God, Russia, stop this pointless war in the Ukraine. Stop the bombing of unarmed civilians. Putin must step down.
People who want to damn books for cultural appropriation are really no different from those who want to ban textbooks dealing with Black and/or queer identity. The flashpoints are different, but the lightning is always the same: your ideas should not be disseminated.
I also like to annoy them with, “Dude, that’s bangin’!”
I like to annoy my children and grandchildren by saying “Totes adorbs” and “Amazeballs!”
It gets them every time.
Every year, as soon as the Academy Award nominees are announced, the pissing and moaning starts. This year happens to be an exceptionally good one, I think--a nice spread of films and an excellent roster of actors and crew.