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Why are people downvoting discospider? Because he didn't like the movie? That doesn't seem right. He provided a thoughtful analysis and in the end concluded that hey, it wasn't my thing. And he gets downvotes? For christ's sake GABE said he didn't like Magnolia or Boogie Nights, and I don't see a lot of shit for that down in these comments. I guess my point is, I thought downvotes were reserved for people acting like assholes? Surely discospider is entitled to cogently express his opinion, no?
hotspur, I hope I have this revelation soon. Your description of your feelings when first walking home were precisely mine (get out of my HEAD). I also saw it last night. I don't have anything to add except to say I was mostly bored out of my skull.
I'm also in the "walked out of Panic Room" camp. And I hated The Game too. SO so ridiculous. But the rest of Fincher is terrific.
With all sincerity, and no snark, I love that you guys do this. I've always enjoyed SNL but, let's face it, it can be a real drag to dig through the crap (and there has ALWAYS been lots of crap, even in the golden years) and get to the good stuff. You do it for us and you do it very well. So THANKS!
I hate to be a curmudgeon (actually, I kinda like to be a curmudgeon) but there used to be a "Fake Rap" tag reserved for these kind of videos and I'm not seeing it. I think it's important to cordon off these (just the slightest bit mildly racist) attempts by white people to do this crazy thing the black kids do called "rapping."
Here Comes Lizzie Boo Boo
You know how when you say a curse word enough times it effectively renders it meaningless? Well that's basically the Nature Calls redband trailer.
You say potato I say horseshit. Let's call the whole thing off.
Gwyneth Paltrow is our generation's Mitt Romney. She purports to speak on behalf of your EveryMom but is consistently and staggeringly tone deaf.
Also, fake and gay.
Funny ... ummm ... joke I guess? I dislike Fox News as much as the next guy but what the f was that? Did he have all kinds of material planned but then got nervous and clammed up? That was awful.
I don't know what else to say except I genuinely love this guy.
Have you actually read the blog (or, worse, excerpts from the book)? One thing that is getting short shrift here is just how fucking TERRIBLE it is. It's NOT FUNNY. Maybe, just maybe, this woman gets a pass if what she's writing is gut punch funny observations. MAYBE. But probably not. But possibly this has some redeeming quality if the bits were just so funny that our laughter drowned out the groans over how tone deaf she is to the very issue she's supposedly mocking. But it's not. It's awful.
Somewhere along the line we've lost sight of what a prank actually is. Even assuming you LIKE pranks (I don't like pranks), a prank does not equal acting like a destructive idiot. There's no punch line. The turtle can't turn around and say "hey, I didn't actually knock-a down your lettuce!" (I imagine him talking like Mario for some reason). Because he DID in fact knock down the lettuce. And even if he cleaned it up, who's laughing. Please tag this #notaprankyoufuckingdick
I know what you mean. Wearing the gi! Wait... I might not know what you mean.
No (I hope someone's counting these Kelly)
I wish there was a button to like EVERY SINGLE COMMENT AT THE SAME TIME! You are all lovely and brilliant and hilarious! Speaking of trying to clean this thing, I'll bet those non-resistant skid pads (which I can assume are some sort of felt or velcro material with various nooks and crannies) don't get poop smeared in them at all. Nope. Why would they? Besides, with a little elbow grease (and gallons of bleach and a blowtorch and the stuff they use to dissolve bodies in Breaking Bad) this thing will be good as new.
Sometimes I like to fantasize that Krispy Kreme ALWAYS speaks in this sing-songy rap style. I also like to pretend we are best friends, which we would be if he knew me and I knew him. I would definitely commit to learining this fighting style and endearing myself to Mike. If we were all like Krispy Kreme, we would all be playground fighting champions.
Gwyneth is just like the rest of us and our reps.
And your chest hair starts to grow back in.
I was in the same trance as Al until Matt's reference to Marc Cohn's "great song, Walking in Memphis" snapped me right out of it.
Let me say this first: BB remains the best show on the boob toob. Ok, that being said, I want to offer a few a criticism of this episode (which is reflective of the criticisms I've had over this season in general). This show was always known for its subtleties. The audience was given credit for their collective intelligence and nothing was spoon fed to us. But this season? Not so much. What's with all the exposition? Prime example: last week we were able to surmise that Jesse's words were partially to blame for Todd's hasty act. We could assume that there was an added layer of guilt present, because Jesse - all amped up for the job - reminded Todd of the importance of NO ONE knowing what happened out there. Todd presumably was acting in the best interests of both his bosses when he fired the shot, and now Jesse is forced to live with those words. Cool. I get it. Jesse doesn't know how to control his emotions because he knows he virtually ordered the hit. I can get there without having it telegraphed to me. But then in this episode, Todd goes out of his way to REMIND them (he's actually reminding us, the dumb audience) that Jesse emphasized the importance of no one knowing what they had done. Why?! Give me some credit! I knew that was the case. I don't need it narrated to me from the chorus. OK, rant is over. Now for a prediction: Walt is going to teach the rival gang how to make blue meth, but it will only be the color that's the same. I think the episode hinted at this with the reference to artificiality at least a few times (frozen lasagna, Albertson's deli beans, the kelp caviar).
This is a videotaped clip that has been compressed to a digital file. Not uncommon at all that the audio and video don't match up after the conversion. That seems to be the problem. In my opinion it does not seem dubbed.
Obama just sent me a letter telling me I had to marry a baby. A GAY baby.
What is #8?! He thinks babies are perverted?
Is "he's black" really any different than the actual number one, that "no one knows where he's from"? Thinly veiled racism is still racism.
I saw this movie and it had NOTHING to do with the temperature. Or Native Americans for that matter. Rather, the film focued on a young lady with braided hair and her dalliance with the pool boy while "John Smith" was at work.
Please do the conversion so us 'mericans can get the joke.
There Will Be Sweat Stained Armpits
I'm sorry, I need Gabe to work me up into a lather first with a speech about how prankasauruses are the worst kind of dinosaurs. THEN hit me with the shitty, mean prank. Seriously, Kelly? This is the set up you're going to use for the guy in the $3000 suit?! Come on!
Upvotes away! The paranthetical really sold it.
Ah those were the days ... the good old days when it was still ok to threaten your 13 year old neighbor girl with a beheading. KIDS THESE DAYS! Also, COPS THESE DAYS.
I'm not sure he rested his case here. He almost did, when he said "No Way!" but then he equivocated. Pat -how can we correctly perform your particular brand of hate if you don't REST YOUR CASE?!
George Clinton. I'm relatively certain he will be struck with a Faygo bottle full of poop.
The real surprise would have been if Bobby was the shark all along.
I believe that movie actually won 8 Oscars. Yours Truly, Guy Who Happened to Have Watched the Movie Last Night
Then you missed the end, when the track turns into a cover of "Raining Blood." It was a jarring transition, but Chet pulled it off.