For that last question...my dad still occasionally ordered TripTiks from AAA deep into the 2010s! On paper with comb binding!

My dad came home one day from work to find me on the porch, an hour deep into a conversation with a door-to-door proselytizer. He said to the guy “Do you realize she’s just fucking with you?” I was more curious than troll-y, but dad wasn’t actually wrong.

Poseidon did it to her! He made her hot for the bull!

I want the alternate cut that’s just an uninterrupted shot of the kids, especially red shirt kid dancing like nobody AND everybody is watching and SERIOUS BUSINESS green shirt kid with maraca.

When Utne declared Somerville, MA “the Paris of the 90s,” around the time I moved to Boston, it was taken entirely too seriously.

How about Richard Gere having a gerbil up his ass?

Oh FUCK YES

Same! Solidarity!