Stop scrolling and post two characters who bring you happiness.

Stop scrolling and post two characters who bring you happiness.

When every line from a film made in the past 20 years has left my head, "Ah yes, I see that you know your judo well" will still be there.

Always enjoyed Salem's Lot, but never understood why the two non-plussed chickens at the top of the poster failed to appear

Just stumbled over this beautiful Molly Haskell review, which felt oddly relevant to so much of the modrin discoursssse

If I had 12 tonnes of KitKats, I'd build myself a pyramid-like burial chamber to last thousands of years. Not that I'd ever have 12 tonnes of KitKats. For my burial chamber. In my backyard, under camouflage netting.

Sorry boss, "If We Hold On Together" from THE LAND BEFORE TIME just came on and I gotta go cry in the bathroom for a bit.

Forget sex scenes, sometimes someone walks in on you watching an old movie and all you can do is sputter "I can't explain this part, I'm sorry" and pull the blanket over your head.

gone to see a mobius stripper, she's been taking her jumper off for 40 minutes

Chorines are the best.

Former Lutheran, atheist, still feel quite protective towards the figure of Jesus I found (find?) valuable, and these people make me sick on 100 different levels, the most important one being that they seem to loathe every living thing on this planet.

It is quite mesmerising, the clash of multi layered tulle with the more disciplined swirl of deco design circles, created with metallic thread embroidery. The silvery spheres must have shimmered above the tulle. Late #1920s #KSUMuseum #FashionHistory 🗃️🪡

Putting a sticky note that says "Do I actually want to be angry about that?" on every device that can access the internet.

If someone has been serving you decaf without your knowledge, is it fair to say they've been poisoning you.

Can feel my blood pressure lowering the second there's a scene in a film with a bunch of hardened tap dames in rehearsal shorts.

When are they gonna do something that IS for the faint hearted? I've been waiting so long.

I have socialized.

Regarding No Kings, Springsteen, life in general: Apathetic people will always try to convince you that showing up (as in, carting your physical ass, if you possibly can, to where it's wanted and needed) is pointless and empty, when anyone who's ever shown up in a time of need knows it isn't.

Been doing dishwasher maintenance the past two days and have seen some things I can't unsee.

Make a grilled cheese, put on something bombastic by James Cameron. This, to me, is Friday night.

Me blocking someone.

We need new ospheres. The canosphere. Just a bunch of people really into cans and can openers. It could probably get toxic (botulism, you know), but it would take a while.

Just because someone else looks good in double denim doesn't mean that you will, Sarah. Keep it together.

It's the brilliant Sarah Vaughan's birthday, so it's time to once again revel in the majesty of her nervously announcing that she has a cold and then doing "Misty" as perfectly as it can be done. youtu.be/lJXLqAutql4?...

oh man, pringles can! haven't seen one of these in forever. nothing worse than opening a can of pringles at grandma's house and finding it full of dildo. different generation, I guess; reused everything. probably because of the great depression

You know it's late March in Alberta by the dead-eyed stares of a people witnessing 5th Winter.

A Friday treat from Lanvin-Costillo, Paris, 1957. Here’s to ‘Tuileries’ 🍸

Every time I send myself 2-factor authentication I'm like, ooo, a text! Who could that be!

my best guess is a vampire fell asleep on it last night

It makes me think of when, for a moment, suddenly all old movies were “colorized” — that awful, blurry, pastel, badly done color. It was insisted that this would improve old films and henceforth would be the only way to see them. Hopefully this nonsense idea will also be chucked in the garbage

Baffled by who the audience for AI-tainted classic films is. If you're into old movies, you're probably also into the mythology of old movies, which means that the ones left unfinished, studio-butchered, or lost are bittersweet warnings to you, not objects waiting for a saviour technology to arrive.

Rubbish from the first sentence: "In 1986, The New York Times ran a screed against a film-restoration trend gaining steam." Colorization was never restoration. Neither is using AI to take a stab at what Orson Welles (and Stanley Cortez, they never mention him, which is alarming) might have wanted.

This is what you say before the slimy alien egg cracks open and injects Fruitola in your brains.

Happy birthday to Gloria Swanson and happy publication day to my new book THE CURSE OF QUEEN KELLY, available from @stickingplacebk.bsky.social here stickingplacebooks.com/books/the-cu...

Screaming "I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN" as I clean the dishwasher filter.

I'm not a professional culture critic, so pardon me if I'm not using the right lingo, but I don't think this is the appropriate rate for a selection that is big time poopy pants.

Is it even a texted photo from your dad if it doesn't have some 3-hour YouTube documentary about Hitler paused in the background.

Keep coming back to restaurants that were good 15 years ago like they're Brigadoon.

very important to fly out of Toronto’s Pearson airport at least once in your life so you can experience what it’s like to be inside an airport that personally and specifically hates you

Doing my best to live a quiet life of little import because my ego simply could not withstand having to know what prosthetics an actor playing me would be forced to endure.

The pics of Trump at Graceland have the very strong energy of taking a dog to McDonalds before the last trip to the vet.

People who have a faintly stressful activity to complete in the afternoon and who don't let it ruin the entire first half of your day (and several days beforehand): What's it like being invincible and possibly God?

*thinks of nuanced opinion* Well I'm never sharing that.

First, the good news. The bathwater has been disposed of.

Kinda rude when your nighttime skin routine becomes indistinguishable from the preparations of a Channel swimmer and your face doesn't even put up a pimple for old time's sake.

Ya ever look at the AI crowd and feel like you're living through the spoon-bending era all over again.

Ida Lupino and Robert Ryan in “On Dangerous Ground” (RKO, 1951). Directed by Nicholas Ray.

You know some shit's gone down when the CEO-lookin'-like-Bigfoot photo accompanies the article.