And Des Plaines, La Salle Street… I always keep telling my husband, “no, that’s not what it’s called” and he keeps getting rationally mad.
If we’re feeling the Indiana, there’s always Terre Haute.
And Des Plaines, La Salle Street… I always keep telling my husband, “no, that’s not what it’s called” and he keeps getting rationally mad.
If we’re feeling the Indiana, there’s always Terre Haute.
Same. That’s why there’s a pass.
People who live there call it the latter.
Unless you’re Sufjan Stevens. I’ll give him a pass on that
I hope the news is positive.
The only reason you stay here is so you can fuck my mother and eat her food. MOTHERFUCKER. FOOD EATER.
Whoops - wrong movie but IMO similar energy.
I just want to know if Denny can finally give a straight answer about what kind of money.
It’s a pretty accurate transcription of the line’s delivery.
Generally described as “the Citizen Kane of bad movies.” The lead actor, who non-coincidentally wrote and directed it, is a man of mystery, delusion, and apparent brain damage after one or more car accidents. He has competing desires for fame and a compulsive privacy regarding his past life and current location. He is inexplicably wealthy, after getting his start in California selling toy birds (Oiseau [Wiseau]) on the San Francisco waterfront.
His real name and national origin were matters of speculation for about a decade, but if you were to guess “a transylvanian got hit by a Paris bus and then moved to Louisiana and losing his shit” it would be close to the mark (Oh hai, Mark).
Watch the movie for what it is. If you need to delve deeper, read “The Disaster Artist” which is the (ghostwritten) memoir of his co-star and sometimes roommate. (The guy who played Mark)
Years ago someone on Reddit tracked down parts of his birthplace and history.
Right? I know a lot of people who were subject to absolute educational neglect for their K-18. Some lean in, but others have questions.
ETA - and some days I smack myself on the forehead and realize something I should have known at age 8 but it just clicked now.
I could believe that. Alternately, someone knew exactly what they were doing and just let it ride to see how far it would get.
I’ve seen both cases in real life.
Presumably it’s the same reason that I couldn’t find a way to close my bank account (in person, at the fucking bank) in 1998. And presumably it’s the same reason that my elderly parents can’t get their Medicare supplemental insurance agent to close out their account prior to their move to another state, where that insurance won’t be accepted.
You’re a customer. They love you. Reasons.
I thought there was a tangential reference to that recent question about whether there’s a critical mass of water to corpses that people find objectionable.
The example: There are plenty of corpses in the ocean, but people will swim in it. If there were one corpse in a pool, most people would decline the invite that particular pool party.
Mixed with that very recognizable graphic of Saddam in his hiding hole. And balls, for reasons that escape me.
edit: my friend is also a little confused.
I knew someone this happened to. Several months after moving into their new house they started working on a neglected secondary bathroom on the 2nd floor. They didn’t go back there too frequently because it wasn’t a priority, but it was a really cool space connected to their bedroom via a small dressing room/closet.
One day she noticed a low, humming drone and checked the wall of that closet. She claimed that the whole wall was warm to the touch and vibrating. That was not an easy or cheap job, but we got to make jokes about bees for a couple of months.
If you watch enough old scifi and adventure movies, you’ll learn to welcome the “so that’s where Lucas took that idea from” feeling as an old friend. He lifted a lot.
Exactly. That kitty encompasses and rules over aaaalllll that couch. Surfaces and interior volume (as soon as he discovers it). No room for anybody else. Just ask him.
I have an at-home laser hair removal gun. It works best on dark hair and very pale skin because it uses the absorption of UV light to heat and kill the hair. It has a safety feature that makes you validate that “my skin is pale enough to use this” before it will turn on because it will burn anything dark. Hair, skin, whatever.
It won’t work on blond or white hair, and there’s no real workaround to that. Electrolysis is an option for light colored hair, but I think that’s more invasive. Not an option for me, so I haven’t looked into it.
Yeah - it seemed pretty normal for a Parker Bros game from the 70s to come with a couple of inserts that advertised their other games. I want to say the same thing about NES cartridges.