

“it’s a psychological horror sort of film,” you say, clearly not remembering the part where he abruptly opens his eyes and sprays blood from them.
… But yes, you got exactly right what I was referencing, thanks for the assist!


“it’s a psychological horror sort of film,” you say, clearly not remembering the part where he abruptly opens his eyes and sprays blood from them.
… But yes, you got exactly right what I was referencing, thanks for the assist!
Wasn’t he just copyright protection after Shazam was unveilled?


So how was it working with Robin Williams?
“The Earth is fine. People are fucked.”
When I was learning to drive, my parents read a manual provided by the state. One of the directives was “say correct, not right!”
My kid is only six and therefore not driving as far as I know, but I have maintained that standard.
Can’t argue that, but I still don’t want to live in a robot. I don’t want to die at the moment but I don’t think I want to live… However long a robot does.
All of my loved ones want to have their organs donated to science, then have the leftovers cremated.
My wife was in the funeral industry for a while and studying mortuary sciences. She says she left because it was too depressing being pressured to upsell grieving families all the time.


When I started at my current job, the company was still pretty small. I don’t know that the founder’s past was, but the company had contributed significantly to his wealth and he tended to share it (or maybe show it off) in lavish ways, mostly with the executives but sometimes with the staff in general.
For example, there was what was apparently a very nice, very expensive espresso machine in the break room. (I was told this was the only thing he took when he left the company.) There was also a very very nice grill on the property … That was allegedly only used once because the owners of the complex said it violated some rule to do so. I always wondered why they just left it instead of … Moving it to somewhere else where they could use it, even if only personally.
Anyway, the reason I bring up all of this is that he was notorious for showing up with extremely costly and detailed full body costumes and gifting them, unasked, to the executives. I think most of them took them home and hung them out of sight in a closet, but at least one of them kept it in his office in a spare chair as if it were visiting.
I don’t remember for sure, but I think it actually was a gorilla suit.


A long time ago, I lived in Maryland and a woman moved in with me from … I forget where, actually, but the west coast. I remember when she first got there we were out on my balcony and she was shivering in a sweater and sweatpants, while I was very comfortable in shorts and a T-shirt.
Acclimatization is real.
Well, I have to respect his commitment and discretion.


So, almost dozen?


This is a better-put way of expressing an opinion I’ve long held.
I had the same experience recently … The doctor was clearly annoyed.
And I understand why. It was a dental surgery. Probably performing one of those is challenging while your patient is nervously blabbing.
The last thing I remember before waking up is the doctor saying “okay, you get one more question” and me saying something irrelevant.
For my first surgery I had been told something like the above. I was twelve and didn’t have much to be embarrassed about, other than the things that might worry every twelve year old boy, but I was still concerned. When I was in recovery I asked the surgeon “what did I say while I was under?”
He responded “I’m sworn to silence.” I worried about that for months if not years, especially because I had to have two more surgeries under his care.
Nothing embarrassing was ever publicized AFAIK.
I’m a man, but I like it when my wife has orgasms. Often I do, too. Sometimes the two coincide and I really like that.
I suspect men of old also loved their lovers, though not universally. Hopefully the ladies came as well.