Movies, schmovies. I just binge-watched all of the various Criminal variants on Netflicks . . . surprisingly good stuff across the board.
I was never a manager. I was a boss. My philosophy was to read the moment and do what would work best. The only time it failed me was when I worked for a guy who was a total conman who played the game way better than I ever could.
Glad family time was a joy, Bro...have a killer week!
Sweet-Jesus-On-The-Cross, I just got jolted out of my apnea-slumber by a ringtone & thought I was still in college, answering my mother's purposeful, accusatory early morning phone calls thinking, "Oh my God, what day is this?! What time is it?! Am I supposed to be in class or church?!” Nothing gets me outta bed faster than a mother phone call. Except for the sound of the cat retching up hairballs. So. Now that I am calm, relieved that the ringtone was my husband's phone & the cat is fine & dandy...
I'm glad to hear you had a nice time with your family. I think it is remarkable when one's family is a consistent, reliable source of joy. Even more remarkable is that you are able to watch a horror flick with your mom that contains vampires & sex. When we go to Kansas, the only way we get to watch movies with my mother, is if a kid's movie is playing at the theater, preferably Disney. She only watches children's & religious movies. Anything else offends her on a "Flowers In The Attic" tyrannical grandmother level.
Ok. Seriously you should get a side job writing the blurbs for movies on the packaging & the previews. Your movie reviews are exceptionally vivid & entertaining. It doesn't even matter whether you like or dislike the movie, your descriptions are convincing regardless. In contrast, the historical write ups of movies are neither convincing or entertaining. Never once have I been enticed to watch a movie from its description on the package, which is irritating to me & entertaining to my husband. Even when I've seen the movie, loved the movie, & have watched it repeatedly, the wording of the blurb renders it nearly unrecognizable & seemingly uninteresting:
When Harry Met Sally
Follow the journey of two argumentative college graduates who carpool to New York, part, & subsequently get married, sharing some laughs along the way.
Oh Brother Where Art Thou
Three escaped convicts run from the law & end up recording a song. Set to an award winning musical score, their hijinks are sure to tickle your funny bone.
Silence Of The Lambs
A novice agent consults a jailed criminal, as she tries to track down a serial killer.
Halloween
Michael Myers returns to Haddonfield on October's spookiest night to look for his sister.
I mean. Absurd. Oh well, we have much more irritating things to consider these days:
I'm Not A President, But I Play One On TV
A lifelong conman & former reality TV star disguises himself as a rich, successful businessman. To enrich himself & stay out of prison, he hijacks a religious movement, a government, & a country, disrupting the global economy. Let's see what happens. 🙄
Ahem. Thanks to this remark, I've just unearthed my heretofore unbeknownst laugh of a 12-year old boy. In the future, please kindly refrain from using "pants," "exposes," "short" or "comings" in any sort of direct or indirect reference to the man who just tweeted a picture of himself as The Pope.
Jesus H. Christ, it's taken me years to undo the damage I incurred from reading Stormy Daniels' account of their hotel room tryst. Thanks to that unfortunate bit of romance literature, I have a lingering unpleasant synaptic twitch when anyone speaks of Shark Week, mushrooms, or Time magazine.
I think I'm gonna need another round of therapy...
I saw your comment just now. I’m on a crime kick myself lately, but on You Tube instead of Netflix. Whenever I watch the old, historical cases, I’m reminded that humans have pretty much been fucked up since “The Garden Of Eden” days. And that there were no “good ol’ days.”
Throughout every era, while someone was living their best life, someone else was simultaneously being murdered & disposed of in a wood-chipper.
How many people were being axed, or whacked in the head with a crowbar, while I was watching “Leave It To Beaver,” munching on carrot sticks? (Don’t ask. Carrot sticks were my mother’s idea of a fun snack & were a mitigating factor in one of my earliest crimes/days of shame in the third grade.)
We just didn’t have instant access to viewing worldwide crime & debauchery back then. Would we have chosen to watch umpteen seasons of “The Brady Bunch” if we’d had access to 24/7 investigation documentary channels? Nope. We would have told Peter to shut the fuck up about pork chops & applesauce & changed the fucking channel.
Movies, schmovies. I just binge-watched all of the various Criminal variants on Netflicks . . . surprisingly good stuff across the board.
I was never a manager. I was a boss. My philosophy was to read the moment and do what would work best. The only time it failed me was when I worked for a guy who was a total conman who played the game way better than I ever could.
Glad family time was a joy, Bro...have a killer week!
Sweet-Jesus-On-The-Cross, I just got jolted out of my apnea-slumber by a ringtone & thought I was still in college, answering my mother's purposeful, accusatory early morning phone calls thinking, "Oh my God, what day is this?! What time is it?! Am I supposed to be in class or church?!” Nothing gets me outta bed faster than a mother phone call. Except for the sound of the cat retching up hairballs. So. Now that I am calm, relieved that the ringtone was my husband's phone & the cat is fine & dandy...
I'm glad to hear you had a nice time with your family. I think it is remarkable when one's family is a consistent, reliable source of joy. Even more remarkable is that you are able to watch a horror flick with your mom that contains vampires & sex. When we go to Kansas, the only way we get to watch movies with my mother, is if a kid's movie is playing at the theater, preferably Disney. She only watches children's & religious movies. Anything else offends her on a "Flowers In The Attic" tyrannical grandmother level.
Ok. Seriously you should get a side job writing the blurbs for movies on the packaging & the previews. Your movie reviews are exceptionally vivid & entertaining. It doesn't even matter whether you like or dislike the movie, your descriptions are convincing regardless. In contrast, the historical write ups of movies are neither convincing or entertaining. Never once have I been enticed to watch a movie from its description on the package, which is irritating to me & entertaining to my husband. Even when I've seen the movie, loved the movie, & have watched it repeatedly, the wording of the blurb renders it nearly unrecognizable & seemingly uninteresting:
When Harry Met Sally
Follow the journey of two argumentative college graduates who carpool to New York, part, & subsequently get married, sharing some laughs along the way.
Oh Brother Where Art Thou
Three escaped convicts run from the law & end up recording a song. Set to an award winning musical score, their hijinks are sure to tickle your funny bone.
Silence Of The Lambs
A novice agent consults a jailed criminal, as she tries to track down a serial killer.
Halloween
Michael Myers returns to Haddonfield on October's spookiest night to look for his sister.
I mean. Absurd. Oh well, we have much more irritating things to consider these days:
I'm Not A President, But I Play One On TV
A lifelong conman & former reality TV star disguises himself as a rich, successful businessman. To enrich himself & stay out of prison, he hijacks a religious movement, a government, & a country, disrupting the global economy. Let's see what happens. 🙄
Who stars in "Greatest Country In The History Of The World Drops Its Pants And Exposes Its Shortcomings"?
😆
[Chokes on gum for the second time in a week]
Ahem. Thanks to this remark, I've just unearthed my heretofore unbeknownst laugh of a 12-year old boy. In the future, please kindly refrain from using "pants," "exposes," "short" or "comings" in any sort of direct or indirect reference to the man who just tweeted a picture of himself as The Pope.
Jesus H. Christ, it's taken me years to undo the damage I incurred from reading Stormy Daniels' account of their hotel room tryst. Thanks to that unfortunate bit of romance literature, I have a lingering unpleasant synaptic twitch when anyone speaks of Shark Week, mushrooms, or Time magazine.
I think I'm gonna need another round of therapy...
HUGE, DEEP, ROLLING LOLS HERE!
I saw your comment just now. I’m on a crime kick myself lately, but on You Tube instead of Netflix. Whenever I watch the old, historical cases, I’m reminded that humans have pretty much been fucked up since “The Garden Of Eden” days. And that there were no “good ol’ days.”
Throughout every era, while someone was living their best life, someone else was simultaneously being murdered & disposed of in a wood-chipper.
How many people were being axed, or whacked in the head with a crowbar, while I was watching “Leave It To Beaver,” munching on carrot sticks? (Don’t ask. Carrot sticks were my mother’s idea of a fun snack & were a mitigating factor in one of my earliest crimes/days of shame in the third grade.)
We just didn’t have instant access to viewing worldwide crime & debauchery back then. Would we have chosen to watch umpteen seasons of “The Brady Bunch” if we’d had access to 24/7 investigation documentary channels? Nope. We would have told Peter to shut the fuck up about pork chops & applesauce & changed the fucking channel.