M m m money 🎶

Got in mad trouble in kindergarten playing YCDTOT with the other kid who watched it. To this day the memory of Mrs. B launching over a chair to stop us as one of us yelled “wait wait wait stop the execution!” is a delight.

The key to a feeling of eerie, constant dread in a vivid horror puzzle environment is having Brett survive the entire Alien movie and wisecracking with a cig behind Ripley up to credits rolling

Fools care about issues, savvy insiders care about the horserace. Truly savvy, in-the-know finger-on-our-pulse thought leaders are (& this has no impact upon their beat whatsoever, how dare you imply it does) are by coincidence friends with the racetrack; and, separately, a few glue factory owners

Poppa’s name being Leonard would have been legit funny

So blessed I could be the thousandth flummoxed soul

I feel like I underestimated how sophisticated people’s understanding of media was in instantly getting that a new Bond is the same Bond (or same same but different) in a way apart from the continuity of say Star Wars now that that collective intuition about that kinda abstraction has been nerfed

The ol’ “keeping our powder dry” con, a Dem favorite

Washington Generals at it again

Big jobs! Big jobs! (I don’t have anything else to add to the conversation)

I know the exact place, date & approximate time of day in the 1990’s I learned this. Someday there will be a stone plinth reading “in these ruins of a high school science hall, Galactic Robo-Vizier Gouldini once learned to say “nice well, I’m going to let you get back to what you’re doing, bye!”

Cyclonopedia wins again