When Rod is at Chris’s apartment trying to call his cell phone and gets Rose instead, there’s an ad for the United Negro College Fund playing on TV. The slogan, “A Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Waste,” sounds a lot more sinister in context. Read more
When Rod is at Chris’s apartment trying to call his cell phone and gets Rose instead, there’s an ad for the United Negro College Fund playing on TV. The slogan, “A Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Waste,” sounds a lot more sinister in context. Read more
When the not-right-in-the-head brother was on the porch with a ukulele as they walked up, it brought to mind the Deliverance banjo boy. Read more
The thing that struck me was the end when the police car pulls up. Usually in a horror movie the police showing up is a sign that the ordeal is finally over. However, in this movie when the cop car pulls up there was a big groan in the audience. Everyone knew that there was no way that the police would believe… Read more
Someone on a forum I go to pointed out how Rose’s defense of Chris to the cop in the beginning was a clue that something wasn’t right due to her not wanting the cops to have a record that Chris was out there since.... well.. you know. Read more
The top comment on the reddit discussion thread for the movie noted that Chris escaped the basement by literally picking cotton. If that’s intentional, and I’m inclined to believe it is...brilliant. Read more
“There’s a piece of [my mother] in this kitchen” Read more
I got the merchandise. Somehow didn’t connect the Jesse Owens thing.
Thanks. Read more
i invited you. you had your chance. and now you’re sitting there writing passive aggressive blogs. we had a great time eating sheep dick and ram eyes on the rim of a frozen volcano that smelled like hellpoop! i’ve never seen so many “j’s” and “k’s” in my life! there was a man playing an instrument with strings that… Read more
some weirdo airline started offering cheap airfare from here (pittsburgh) to iceland last year and now my insta feed is full of white people in hot springs and taking pictures in front of the house where sigur rós was born Read more
Good stuff. I was at that game, the exhibition vs. Atlanta. I can’t at all remember the game itself, but I remember his pre-game warm up, and that Benedict suddenly couldn’t catch anything. My dad had told me about Bouton’s comeback, and a little about who he was, but nothing about Ball Four or the controversy around… Read more
I’m torn. I’m a veteran of the 1st Iraq Shit Show and the Cold War. I didn’t join out of patriotism, I was in a crappy small town and I wanted out. It worked. Being the military actually MADE me a Liberal. (Kind of hard to hate people for the color of their skin when you share a life with them, hard to hate… Read more
It was a very interesting game. I thought Miller, whom I loathe intensely, outcoached Alford. Both teams have really fucking good players deep into their benches. You’re spot-on about Zona’s completeness. The Zags’ win over Zona was huge (Zona didn’t have Trier). That game was an aggressive bloodbath between two teams… Read more
I was in 6th grade in a middle school that was in it’s first year of existence. For gym class we were required to change into “uniforms” in the locker room, and then head to the gym to wait for the teacher who would explain what sport we would be participating in that day. Well, myself and a few other guys were… Read more
When I was 4 I threw a rock and hit another kid in the head. He had to get stitches. I can’t remember if I got in trouble. I don’t really feel bad about that one. Read more
I don’t remember why, but in the third grade, I dared the class goofball to pull his pants all the way down at the urinal. He did, and took a nice long piss with his ass cheeks on full display. Read more
i could beat either army easily. definitely the penguins (weak animals) and probably the Santas too (fat, low stamina). not bragging, just saying i could Read more