The shade battle between West and Loveless lives rent-free in my head.

I unironically enjoy the old 2005 Fantastic 4 movie. It was cheesy as fuck, I don’t deny that. But it was fun. And the comics themselves can be as bad or worse sometimes.

Also I like Julian McMahon.

Also also, Chris Evans towel scene.

💰🤑👶👟💀⚰😭

Where were you with this kind of genius in 1993?

Would that mean that the cake is not, in fact, a lie?

Or is it a deeper commentary on the realism of a representation of a thing, a la Magritte’s The Treachery of Images? The cake is a lie because it’s not a cake, it’s a representation of a cake.

Doc, this is heavy.

Monetary costs are not the only costs in this scenario. One of the costs of destroying the mountain is that the area no longer has that mountain. In exchange for warehouses and parking lots or whatever an “industrial area” means.

You lose a mountain to get some shitty parking lots or whatever.

My takeaway here is that vexillologists really like Pokeballs and/or Voltorb.

My wife and I call this “Goldbluming”, after Jeff Goldblum in the “Canceled” South Park episode.

Wait a minute: chaos theory! Chaos theory, it was first thought of in the '60s. Sixty. That’s the number of episodes they made of Punky Brewster before it was cancelled. Cancelled… Don’t you see? The show is over! The aliens are cancelling Earth!

Wakka, Kimahri, and Steve Ballmer too. Damn, he’s done a lot of characters I liked.

I made this post mostly so I could say how I want to see Christopher Lambert as Connor MacLeod vs Christopher Lambert as Raiden.

This or spontaneous oral sex.

Can a vampire landlord enter uninvited with 24 hours notice?

To a single 20 year old? Twice?

Alright, that’s fucking it. Next long weekend I have, I’m figuring out how to install Bazzite.

I reject the premise that I should eat sunflower seeds of any brand. They’re bird food. Pumpkin seeds are exponentially better.

Yeah, I never really liked him before, but I’m down with his recent villain arc.

This is what I opened the thread for.

I’m going to start a fight now by revealing that I dip the crusts in milk sometimes.

There’s so many good stories where some brave hero has to give their life to save the day, and because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors cheer, and everyone lives happily ever after. But the hero never gets to see the ending. They’ll never know if their sacrifice actually made a difference. They’ll never know if the day was really saved. In the end, they just have to have faith.

Ain’t that a bitch?