Oh, it absolutely wrecked me! [Spoiler alert] Although apparently you're supposed to be able to see the faint outline of an island at the end, leaving the protagonists' fate ambiguous. The version I saw was so blurry that I couldn't see that. So it felt even more hopeless!
Oh man, Plague Dogs messed me up real bad! I mean, I know it's from the same people who did Watership Down, so I knew it wasn't a kids' movie. But dude, Plague Dogs makes Watership Down look like Disney!
The feminist thinkers I tend to pay attention to, policy wonks and researchers, are less likely to get attention than nutbags using the movement as an outlet for their own personal issues.
A diversity that yields a 25% approval rating among women.
There is greater diversity of thought in feminism than you give it credit for.
Ben Cardin is my man!! He just received a perfect score on the 2016 National Environmental Scorecard which measures key votes of the year related to clean energy, public health, public land and wildlife conservation! Kudos to Senator Cardin!!
That MTV bit was widely mocked because it was totally ridiculous, so Rubin was certainly right about that. Things like that accomplish absolutely nothing but make certain people feel better. In fact it was counterproductive because most people just laughed at it. That in no way represents a free exchange of ideas.
If you could write an entire article on this one issue that would be good.
Sorry if I'm not making much sense. I'm not very good at explaining myself in comment sections. I'll try to write it all out in another article.
Well to many people, that's true. Not to me, though. What I mean by Harris bordering on anti-Muslim bigotry is that shit he said years ago about profiling Muslims are airports.
I think you've got an interesting point that Rep. King is not as in league with the Junior Nazis of Social Media as they'd like to think, I think you're being too soft on King himself. If he loses his seat next year, it will be interesting to see where he ends up.
I haven't seen this movie (I saw the one with John Hurt), and I see the rat as a MacGuffin. I also saw the lack of visible bloodshed as a the Party manipulates the people. By maintaining a persistent state of war, but keeping the violence offstage, the Party plays to their emotions.
Michael, you pulled me in & took me back, thanks for sharing this retro adventure, I'll peek through your keyholes with you anytime! More, please.
Thanks for serving up another round of retro-refreshment, Tommy...keep ''em coming, please.
Thanks for taking me back to where I wish I'd been...
Thoughtful & thought provoking, thank you for sharing your rear-view vision.
Love looking through your looking glass, please keep sharing!
Mike, that was MY house and I want MY rum back. Signed, "The finger tapping your shoulder"
Beautiful! Oddly reminiscent of Shirley Jackson at her peak.
Applause for that rollicking ride through the streets of a bi-centennial Baltimore, muffler dangling from a coat hanger blowin' crazy smoke down those wild and wooly days of "Mama doesn't know if yer a boy or a girl". Most excellent trip. I thoroughly enjoyed the lift, I didn't even check to see if the inside car door handles had been removed. Dig it. And, thank you. Peggy Gooday (still loves Adam Ant!) Los Angeles, CA
Moves fast like train of thought. Thanks Tommy.
HAHAHAHAHAHA LOVE THAT FAMILIAR TUCKER-FACE! NATTY BO IN HAND!..eh, don't Mind Us!, we just happy!" yeah baby the days were the daze. regret nada. my paternal genes Loaded with scottish imbibery. and in my greenpoint brooklyn grow up , along the 2 main drags , was a geezer drunk bar or 2!, on almost very corner ..and after htttin it at 14 in the parks, was in them dives by 16. 20 cent a glass of Cold! Schaefer, brewed just blocks away. my very first yee- ha was with 45 cents pint o' Gypsy Rose(21% alc at the time), the came the decades of brew swillin'..we share the stories..with fondness.. and some well, woulda coulda shoulda.. and Yes, MY Aunt Helen, my mom's sis, had a beer lovin hubbie , my Uncle John. who stroked in his late 40's.i think there are millions of Aunt Helens. the reefer and pills came along for the ride the reefer became king for me as is well known. the choochie daze i barely survived.as is well known. The Right Bank kitchen , yep TD, hallowed ground. Roberta..a Queen. royalty. hahaha phones rang looking for me in bars all along the way, but, haha i never graduated to taking my mail At em. haha and "Life at the Mount Royal Tavern was the cause of and the solution to all my problems. " yep aint it so, the hard livin life of paradox ..i just edit in other many names one of my 1st drankin homes in Greenpoint(the real old Greenpoint of the 60-70's, not today's La La land, as you know,) .. was the Hoople Inn, a DIVE, yep the Hoople Inn set me on my way i survived, & the Mount Royal formed you like pottery into a creative man. ...oh & yes i spent a nite in downtown Balt city drunk tank jail 1983..cuffed drunk at the old Orioles memorial stadium at a NY Yankees game..escaped breathing. DRY process cheese on stale white, no mustard offered by the Turn Key. devoured it. ...last paragraph says it well. thanx.
I left as suggested.
Small family destination weddings are the best type of wedding for the exact reasons you list, especially if London is the destination. The only destination weddings I seem to be invited to tend to be in places like Houston.
Too weird to do anything else, so put him in charge of children. Well, twas ever thus, I suppose.
"Pip" is charitable. I've written about Mr. Grad before, who I had for 5th and 6th grade. A very, very smart guy who was curtailed by his weirdness. On payday, he'd often lay out a table of candy for the kids, all 30 of us. On the other hand, one time a girl left a note on his desk saying he had dandruff, no one squealed to the identity, and we all had detention for a week. FDR liberal who was depressed (as if he needed any more reasons) in '66 when Reagan won governor's race in CA. "An actor," he spit out.
Can you write about that 5th grade teacher? He sounds like a pip.
Oh, god. What jerks we were. I remember some incidents like these and they still cause me discomfort. I don't think it's the fault of our upbringing. Maybe we are all monsters until we acquire some empathy.
Thank you Russ. I needed the fix. The Carlyle always reminded me of the boutique English Hotels
In a couple of hours, was in NYC during the week.
Where's my Pictures of You (#79) Russ? I need my Friday fix NOW
I hope your boys appreciate the treasure trove of family history you have collected. My father is not nearly as nostalgic and so has kept far fewer family photos and letters than you. Although I'm older than your boys, if they are anything like me, their curiosity will grow as they mature.
father john misty is the worst.
Come to the Golden State! Tom will take you to see the artful Dodgers and I'll re-live my childhood memories of being glad that Pac Bell Park isn't Candlestick.