Maybe consider Olympic Spoilers? Even my damn elevator gives a spoiler alert.
Seriously, it does — it says “Olympic Spoiler Alert in 3…2…1…” so you have time to look away.
[One of my cubicle mates just came by to apologize to the girl behind me for ruining the gymnastics event and to me for his yakking loudly OVER the cubicle wall to another dude about the end of the Dark Knight Rises, which I haven’t had a chance to see yet.]
Here’s a cool little bit of news for your Whovians out there: this week’s Entertainment Weekly not only has Doctor Who on the cover, it’s also the first time ever that a British TV show has been featured on the front of the magazine! Guess they never got around to that “Jeeves & Wooster: Massive Spoilers Inside!” cover I suggested two decades ago OH WELL.
The issue itself features the “25 greatest cult TV shows from the past 25 years,” which is led off by Who, and also, we assume, Battlestar Galactica, Fringe, Jeeves & Wooster, etc.
Also of note, and why this is the focus of the magazine: it’s pretty incredible that Doctor Who has gone from intensely cult hit, to something as close to mainstream as most uber-geeky pursuits get.
I’m curious to know how many new DW fans are out there because Netflix constantly threw it in their faces… like me. Oh well FINE I WILL WATCH GOD NETFLIX. And how many of those ended up watching it because of Netflix’s decision to separate discs from streaming and thus canceled their disc account and then noticed that Netflix’s streaming catalogue was COMPLETE SHIT.
I mean, I’m really happy with the discovery but … it’s totally because of stupid Netflix.
A pro-gun facebook group retorted that you could always “count on a liberal to resort to name-calling” when I referred to them as ‘hillbillies’ (for their assertation that had people all been armed in the theater, this wouldnt’ have happened).
They started this discussion with a picture of a woman in her underwear with a gun and apparently I’M the cliche…
“My dog cries until I pretend to put makeup on him. Any time I’m in the bathroom getting ready, he cries and stands up on his hind legs until I put the brush close to his face and tell him he’s pretty.”—
When I was little, I would listen to the radio in the car with my parents. We would often listen to the “oldies” channel. I was born in 1980, and I remember being 6 or 7 and listening to songs from the mid 1960s. At the time, those songs were 20 years old.
“Under the Bridge” by the Chili Peppers…
My local bar played all three Back to the Future movies on Sunday and while we all laughed heartily at 1989’s vision of 2015 (“where’s my flying car/hoverboard/double tie?” “Dustbuster! Look at that old mac in the window!!!”), I suddenly realized that going back to 1955 in 1985 is very very close to going back to 1985 from 2012 - which I guess is the point of the movie. And then I wept.