Just gonna leave this here. The Onion is so great.
Heard this on This American Life a week or two back and it’s been rattling around my head since then.
I’ve been stressed lately. This helps me put things back into perspective.
It’s been one of those weeks. Hell, it’s been one of those months.
I’m not sure what it is about this song, but it’s hitting me just right currently.
Road House is now available on Netflix Instant, and for reasons I don’t fully understand, they seem to think I wouldn’t like that movie. I don’t know if it’s possible to explain how incredibly wrong Netflix is on this one.
Road House is, without a doubt, one of the greatest films ever produced by mankind. It is superb on almost every level. It is, quite frankly, a tour de force of excellence. Shame on you Netflix. Shame on you and your algorithms for not recognizing that all people appreciate, love, and respect true genius in the form Patrick Swayze kicking the shit out of people and ripping throats like the last paper towel on the roll.
What’s next? do you think that I hate Big Trouble In Little China? what about Pootie Tang? Can I not appreciate the masterful execution of Point Break?
I humbly ask, on behalf of myself and the world at large that you fix the rating suggestions for all of your users and issue a permanent and everlasting 5 stars to this stalwart of cinema, entertainment, and humanity.
I mean, c’mon! A polar bear fell on him!
Julio served us well this year but even his mystical abilities could not bring home a victory last night.
Because singing about banging like Gorillas is a lot less romantic when you see them actually boning.
What is this…Internets of which you speak?