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Hill.

Believe.

Kansas City, Missouri, a couple blocks from Kansas City, Kansas. At the intersection of Westport yuppie scum and the crack rock dealerships, if anyone knows the city.

A Fistfull of Dollars.

Renaissance.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

Howdily doodily doo, neighbor! :Hello:

(Note: I stole this pick from an E-bay auction I stumbled onto a while back. Quite a strong sales pitch, I think. . . :noangel: )

Girl.

Finding Forrester in My Pants.

^ Apricot Gerbers.

Life gives you lemons, make lemonade. The BBC WotW can just swap out the Martians for Daleks. And is it just me, or does Pride and Prejudice featuring giant killer robots sound F***ING AWESOME!!! :w00t: :w00t: :w00t: I'm starting to get a sense for how some of these cinematic atrocities...

Blade 80% The Thing 80% The Hulk 75% Mr. Fantastic 75% Daredevil 75% The Human Torch 70% The Invisible Girl 65% Cyclops 60% Wolverine 60% Spider-Man 55% The Punisher 55% Elektra 55% Storm 30% Even though Blade's first, it scored me as the Thing. :blink: The Thing seems pretty...

Howdy. :Hello:

I'm guessing you never saw I, Robot. I, Robot. Ugh. . . what a. . . UGH! :headbang:

The broad's name was Erika. I sat there quiet while she spun out a fairy tale about an unwanted admirer, a big ox with a mean streak a mile wide. I wasn't buying it, and she must've taken me for a grade A sucker to think I would. If there's one thing a snooper like me knows, it's how to sniff...

More of a dame, really. ;)

Join.

Today I had on Seven Samurai and the Magnificent Seven back-to-back. Not going to take sides, though I'm neither a snob nor a hater so I can appreciate each version for what it is. ;) :yes: As always, though, I end the Magnificent Seven wondering whether or not the director understood the...

Looks like another fine, fine year for nerd movies. :w00t: I get at least three significant comic-based flicks this year, including an Alan Moore. Plus at least a couple crappy, crappy video game adaptations to make fun of. All is truly right in the world. And I'm totally Colossus. 80s...

Back to San Andreas for me. What can I say? Pimpin' ain't easy.

^ Salt, lime 'n tequila.

Kansas City. The Big Apple. The windy music city of broad-shouldered lights. Sin City. Yeah. . . my town. It was a day like any other since I first put out my shingle- Thess, detective-for-hire. It was cold, cold like a gut-shot mutt lying in a snowdrift on the side of the road. Maybe the...

^Luden's cherry cough drops

Red- Sister Soleil

I am taking inventory. . . and it seems we have two kinds of Cap'n Crunch. The kind you find lodged in the dust bunnies behind the cupboard, and the kind you find buried in the crud underneath the fridge. I am wondering if perhaps I should just go buy IG a real sandwich. . .

I have to admit that Blackshear's right.