There’a been an AMERICAN NINJA marathon on all day. I don’t have anything further to add, I just find this to be fucking exceptional.

In case anyone was wondering, I’m watching Groundhog Day and contemplating the nature of my existence.

Which is, at least, how you’re supposed to watch Groundhog Day.

I’m going to go hibernate until we enter“The Marvels was good, actually” territory. Maybe people will remember how to watch movies by then. Anyway, Carol Danvers is cool.

So I’m watching Mummy’s Ghost (because that’s what you do to unwind before bed, rewatch old mummy movies), and I’ve thought this for a long time, but every black and white mummy flick is filled with dialogue made to be sampled on a rap beat.

There are two types of people in the world: Those who enjoy the Lost Love segments of Unsolved Mysteries and those who flip the channel to Buffy the Vampire Slayer in hopes the next segment involves death.

Guess which one I am.

I decided my first post here should be of the upmost importance— The ludicrous positions my cat sleeps in.