Just like Megan McArdle. I don’t even drink coffee, so I’m even more un-American than she is. If I were the market, Starbucks wouldn’t exist. And I don’t even like watching thrillers that much, let alone try to come up with them.
Hard to top this.
He’ll be pretty embarrassed in a couple decades, when we’ve evolved beyond HTML (and the thing’s getting a little wrinkly). Of course, by then, tattoo removal technology should be pretty far along as well…
I wasn’t as big a fan as many, but it’s been a quarter of a century since John Belushi died.
Is rap going the way of disco? We can only hope.
As a former VW mechanic, I was fascinated by these wild bug mods. I particularly like the jet-powered version.
If ever there was a movie that didn’t need to be remade (or even made in the first place), it was Capricorn One. I was living in Tucson, doing some volunteer work for the L-5 Society, when it came out, and a group of us space nuts went to see it. We were appalled.
But Dwayne Day, for some unaccountable reason, seems to have liked it.
Check out their latest hire. Including the swimsuit photos…
Well, that didn’t take long. (Warning, cheesy sixties-style music.)
Matinee was playing on one of the HD channels last night. It was the first time I’d seen it in years, and I’d forgotten how great it is. It’s the best movie ever made about fifties mutated-bug movies and the Cuban missile crisis.
Remembering the sixties. It’s sort of like the old joke–if you can remember the sixties, you probably weren’t there. But as is pointed out, that was really the late sixties and early seventies (when I was in high school).
It makes me feel old–I share many of those memories, including visiting Haight Ashbury at its height (or depth, depending on your point of view).