brenda m: How come nobody told me about the Peanut Butter Oreos?
And why won't somebody take them away from me?
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brenda m: How come nobody told me about the Peanut Butter Oreos?
And why won't somebody take them away from me?
tommyrot on Proyas' assessment of his new film I, Robot:
"It's the most faithful cinematic reworking of Asimov's stories to date, true to the spirit and ideas, yet reenvisioned."
It might be more accurate to say:
"It's the most reenvisioned cinematic reworking of Asimov's stories to date, reenvisioning the spirit and ideas, yet reenvisioned."
Or maybe:
"It's reenvisioned."
Billytea, in Natter:
Meanwhile, I came aceross this gorgeous headline:
Bruce Springsteen invited to rock against Bush
There's more than one mental image accompanying that. He's sucking his thumb in one of 'em.
In Minearverse:
Allyson: Trying to think of another movie where the heroine or female lead is forced to wear something ridiculous and then spend the rest of the flick having to fight in heels and a dress.
Betsy: Some Like It Hot.
Deb, in F2F. Context be damned:
I've not only eaten tapenade without the capers - which by the way can kill me - I've made tapenade without capers.
And it was, though I say so myself, tapenade. Damned good tapenade, too.
And if some guy named Anatole in Villefranche-sur-Mer wants to dis my caperless yet nonfatal tapenade because the essence of tapenade is surely the capers?
He can baiser mon cul.
Damn it. I'm still arguing about fucking sandwich zen.
Natter:
Aimée: DX!!
I had a dream last night that I attended a lecture that was being given by you on strawberry-flavored mitochondria.
DXMachina: Now that's just silly. Everyone knows mitochondria taste of vanilla.
Trudy, in Natter, RE Seth Green:
he's probably talking about that gigantic fat chimp lady to HIS online friends RIGHT NOW. I do not care in the least.
amych in Natter:
My very favorite bookstore customer was the one who walked up to the counter, cutting in front of several people in line, and yelled, "ORCHID THIEF!"... to which of course the only possible reply was "how dare you accuse me of such a thing?"
Not-even-faint-praise by Gus in Minearverse:
Crichton is Stephen King, with a metric ruler.
deb: Line in my official bio says it all:
She's spent a lot of time in the company of musicians of a rather less traditional character than her protagonist Ringan Laine, but has no intention of going into detail, because she doesn't want them coming after her with machetes or lawyers.