“I’m saving this room for Legos.”

“That one is for the shrunken heads.”

“You know what, the guy who installed the pentagram flooring in the upstairs bedroom said the same thing before he disappeared in a puff of sulfur and brimstone.”

It’s 2031.

I’m at the library.

Using the card catalogue.

Assault With a Culinary Temptation on a Very Hungry Man.

I’m at a doctor’s appointment and famished and you post this.

I’m reporting you to The Hague.

I meant to add that when trailers ruin movies, they are PROPERLY rated. As garbage.

Trailers are overrated, except when they begin to ruin the movie itself (see: Project Hail Mary).

After the teaser and first trailer, I tend to avoid them altogether, largely because I already know if I’m gonna see the movie or not.

I still have an old book with that exact illustration!!

Just shoot it right into my veins.

This is Eclipse. She’s still a puppy… about 8 months. We lost our Stella in September and after an appropriate period of mourning (Stella was a wonderful pitt mix) got Eclipse in early July. She’s a lab/border collie mix and super smart and sweet.

It’s inside baseball to me, but it also makes perfect sense.

You had me at James L Brooks and Emma Mackey (who stole my heart in Sex Education).

This is the sort of garbage one gets when an incel tries to take the “involuntary” out of their title, usually in the clearheaded moments after a good wank.

The world remains on fire and my personal middle finger to it all is to find small joys every day. My son, my parents, my pup, and my friends are doing heavy lifting.

I remain realistically optimistic, dammit!

In your defense, that *is* a very, very fine Christmas song.

This is why I enjoy your critique style—you lay out what works for you and what doesn’t.

I actually love the meticulous pace and I feel like the telling works for the story. After all, this is an extended character piece, not a sprawling epic.

It’s a very comfortable show for me.

This is so well-designed and evocative. I’m in love with it.