Nope.

My first and middle name are the first and last name of a very famous comedian/actor/writer. I was born in 79 during the height of his wild crazyness but my dad swears up and down that it had nothing to do with the choice of names. I’m just very happy this particular comedian is still a beloved and respected figure with no major scandals or skeletons.

Drew’s Script-O-Rama.

He’s been running the site since 95. I’ve been visiting since 96 or 97. I even provided the hardcopy for the Big Lebowski shooting script which he posted a few months before the movie premiered.

Piedmont. From CLE to OWB. This was probably 87 or 88?

My friends and I went to see The Thin Red Line in the theater on opening night. It was literally a sold out showing. We ended up having to sit in the second row.

After the first 40 minutes or so we noticed a few groups of people walking out. 20 minutes later a few more groups left. It became a slow trickle of people just getting up and leaving.

When the movie ended and the credits began I turned around to look at who was left. There was literally just one other guy sitting a few rows behind us.

I get it. It came out on the heels of Saving Private Ryan, it was marketed as a similar style “war movie”, it had a laundry list of big names who were only onscreen for a few minutes… all those people ended up watching a deep, languid reflection on life, love and the very nature of humanity. So yeah, not a typical formula for box office dynamite.

I understand why so many people would not be able to sit through the entire run time, but it’s honestly their loss. I loved the movie, and the shock of turning around to see an empty auditorium made the experience even more memorable.

It’s consistently mentioned for both of those aspects, actually. Like, google pretty much any review of the movie and you’re going to see one or both of those things mentioned with almost absolute certainty.

It took me a few tries to get through the first episode, but once it clicked I was hooked. The flowery vulgarity is such a great style of writing. It’s since become one of my favorite shows.

About a year or two ago, through a weird six degrees type situation, I got a surprise phone call from Leon Rippy, the actor who played Tom Nuttal. He spent hours chatting with me that night and over the few days that followed. He was so amazingly friendly and full of great stories about Deadwood and all the other shows and movies he’s worked on.

He didn’t really declare himself as anything during that portion of his story though. He explained how certain misperceptions and misunderstandings led to things getting out of control.

Yeah, he really Rowlinged himself. Shame.

Co-created by Graham Linehan who also did Father Ted and The IT Crowd. Shows about misanthropic priests and IT dept guys with idiots for sidekicks. It’s a winning formula.

It’s a goddamn amazing show that is probably right up your alley.

Again, things assholes tell themselves.

You don’t understand how wheelchairs work, do you?

This person is a parent, likely going to teach their kids also be lazy, inconsiderate goons.

We live in a society. Park in the lines, put your shopping cart in the corral, stand on the right side of the escalator… these are basic things a person does to make life a little less inconvenient for others. L

Don’t teach your kids to be privileged dicks.

That’s what people who park like assholes tell themselves. It takes ten extra seconds to straighten out and park correctly.

The daycare I take my kids to, there are six regular spots in front of the building and two handicapped spots. There’s tons of parking on the side of the building, it’s just not as convenient.

Without fail, there are mothers who will absolutely park in the handicapped spots if the other spots in front are taken. Some of them will even park their massive SUV in BOTH handicapped spots. It blows my mind, the privilege these people display. They can park on the side of the building and walk an extra ten feet like s normal human being, but no… they are more important than anyone else.

I make sure to point out to my kids that those people are breaking the rules because they don’t want to deal with a very slight inconvenience.

Many of them are also pro gun control.

I worked with a guy who complained about the company allowing employees to put their preferred pronouns in their email signatures. He said that while he was an “ally to the LGBTQ community”, he thought pronouns were a way to create further division.

So I started using she/her while referring to the guy in emails.

He didn’t like it. And he didn’t understand the irony of demanding that I stop. He also didn’t understand the irony when HR told him that the easiest way to fix his issue was to declare his preferred pronouns.

Long story short, I still get to refer to her as she/her.

The defeatist in me wants to downvote you. The optimist in me also wants to downvote you. The currently aware bit of me reminds me that this isn’t reddit, and downvotes aren’t a thing here. The rest of me is upst because there’s a non-zero chance you’re right, and the entire world would be better off.

It’s not so much a catch phrase, but words that I will always remember.

My grandmother was a WWII vet who came home and vowed to be a pacifist. She raised 7 kids before going back to school. She was at Kent State in 1970, working on her masters degree. She happened to be on the commons when bullets started flying.

She died ~2002. When we were cleaning out her belongings we came across a brown stained handkerchief in a plastic bag along with some news clippings. The clippings were her letter to the editor of the Akron Beacon Journal describing her experience on May 4th. The hanky had a little handwritten note that said “this is the blood of Allison Krause. Shed for many. May 4th, 1970”.

My grandmother was an amazing woman who did so many great things after the war. You could easily write a movie about her accomplishments. But out of everything she did, the words on that little note made the biggest impact on who I would grow to be.

Here’s a little write up about the hankerchief/clippings.

Crispex. They’re like the cooler older cousin of Chex. My kids also like it as an occasional change up from their Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs, so that a dad win for me.

That was the premise, yes.