Prubangboy

My wife had a stupid Grateful Dead sticker on her fender -left over from the previous husband. I was out there with hot water and a scrubby pad. Redneck trash had a lot of fake vet PTSD stickers warning that "they might go off". Too funny. I'm never going to set foot in TrumpTrash-land again. You?

I had in inlaws in Appalachia who would often express an intense interest in somehow breaking up a flag-burning -"Man, if I ever see that, I'd lose my sheet." How would that even come up? I've been to dozens of lefty demo's. No flags at all, burned or un-. Another righty fake testosterone self-own.

There's a whole lot of interesting people who are dumb as rocks -and a whole of smart people who will put you straight to sleep. If I'm picking......

Yeah, mystifying. Like a generic donut freely available at any Central Mall. The power of branding -huge with our Chinese friends. Also: Toberone chocolate bar -ever knowingly bought outside of Duty Free?

When I was living in The American South, I went into a Confederate Flag store and the Trump hats all had made in China stickers. I said the owner: "Hat made in China. Election faked in Russia". And the redneck said: "Whatever it takes".

It's better to be interesting than smart. Anyone can fall off a log and be smart.

Uh-huh. Let him tell his own story, his own way. Like every other year, I like to Youtube up hystrionic Shirley belting her way thru the gay anthem, This Is My Life -an anthem for all people. Very inspiring. If you haven't heard it, it will help you understand your brother's big moment:

You need a little wax just like you need a few ear hairs -to catch micro particles that could lead to an infection. Don't be too control-freaky about ear wax. If you over-clean your ears, they will just franticly make more wax. Hydrogen peroxide slightly damages that tender inner ear skin (which leads to more wax to repair it). The water syringe method is not as good as the mini-suction technique (about 600 baht in Chiang Mai). If you're really waxed to the max, they may put some drops in to make it more liquid and easier to suction out. Hard and soupy ear wax present diff problems. One time, I went deaf after water got trapped behind the wax after swimming in a pool. It was a 4 hour process to get it out. A dark brown piece, as hard as chocolate and the size of a pea still haunts me. Interesting problem: I love ear plugs for meditation. I learned not to force them all the way in. I was creating a hard wax buildup right next to my ear drums -which took some extra time and squirmy effort to liquify and get out. I've since moved on to noise cancelation ear buds.

There's a guy growing white asparagus inside of of an old army building near Champasek, Laos, so maybe you can.

Can't think of a single thing that I wanted to do and have not already done some version of. I am jaded and spoiled. My dream would be to want something really badly and have to sweat a bit to get it. Neither of those dreams are currently possible. Other than that, better health for my wife.

The crazy MAGA-orange make-up is now just completely out of control. In a horror movie, where the more demented the star becomes, the more flame-like his skin gets, you'd call it too obvious. He looks increasingly devil-possesed -which goes good with his whole stench of the undead-thing. Smite him, Lord!

Literally millions of Trump voters live within 10 miles of both the courthouse and Mara Lago. And yet maybe a few dozen might show up at either location on given day. I guess they don't really love him long-time.

Jesse Watter's head is almost perfectly flat. I'm surprised his co-hosts don't rest drinks on it.

Yeah. We live in Cheapskate paradise. It's like $450 extra month. And like I said, I'm not unhappy having a whole other apartment to relax in. And I'm finally getting laid again (like, every 10 days). She's recuperating from some big health hits and is depressed. I have no resentment.

We had this back in the states. I had an office (no actual work was ever knowingly done in it) and she had a crafts room (a very messy crafts room that I strove never to open the door of). We would never knock before entering each other's spaces, but I can see that as an act of boundary-respecting love. The psychological boost of having lockable doors and separate food has been very uplifting. Not that those doors ever get locked much (and we have keys). And I still eat 80% of my meals at her place. It's a concrete committment to not taking each other for granted, particularly romantically. Introverted people really need a lot solo down time to recharge. I never saw her as particularly introverted, given her job and extreme sociability, but I see now that she's been wanting this her whole life. When I moved out, I left the subpar toaster behind and got a Kitchen Aid one. I saw the old one in the bin and didn't say anything. She's popped over once to toast a bagel in mine that has the proper wide slot. She called first. I told her to buy a proper toaster, but she says she only wants to toast a bagel maybe once a month and she loves having the free'd up counterspace. Same with the blender, which she actually said "good riddance" about. Meanwhile, my bathroom no longer looks like the world's biggest handbag interior due to her many, many skin care and beautification needs -now residing on the other side of our shared wall. I had to move large bluetooth speaker from against said wall, like a good neighbor would.

Some additional thoughts -should you ever find yourself next door-bound: -Like divorce, Living Apart Together is almost always initiated by the woman (often due to exhaustion over unequal home and family labor). 80% of separations end in divorce. -Covid really blew up this trend. A lot of oldie couple stuck together by themeselves for too long hit the wall in record numbers -Introvert-types are 75% more likely to want to a separate space.

He'll also appoint someone to the Fed who he can arm-twist to lower interest rates (whether appropriate or not). And that too will lower the dollar. How much of racist retard do you have to be to just keep on emptying the gun into your own hapless foot just to say 'suck it libtards'?

This proves my point that Straw Dogs is bound for the cultural slag heap. Barbie may have a longer shelf life. The young all still dip into Scarface and Wolf of Wall Street, but alot of what I loved when young has been wholesale forgotten. Tom Robbins had a joke: Time, the ultimate diet pill.

Agreed. He made a handful of thoughtful westerns, just a westerns were fading into oblivion under pressure from the new indie film taste emerging. The Wild Bunch is the last great western. Dances With Wolves was admirable, but a bit of a slog. Until I saw Mean Streets (like pages out of my youthful diary) I rated WB as the best film of all time. Mean Streets remains my #1 film. GoodFella's overtook it for a decade or two, but Mean Streets was looser and more true to life. Nothing is glamorized; everything is ugly. You don't really want to be the De Niro character at all, whereas in Taxi Driver and Raging Bull, he was some variety of heroic. Back in the day, great films were usually under 90 minutes -certainly all of the euro art films were. People rating stuff like Barry Lyndon highly have to overlook a lot of bloat. Most Kubrick films would benefit from a half hour trim. Citing Saw and I Spit on Your Grave as proof of an audience hunger for brutality forgets that these are pretty old films. You can not show a woman or a minority being seriously humiliated these days, even if a vengeful, killing rampage eventually settles the score. Even Tarantino has "gone soft". Like I said, I look at this neutrally, as the simple passing of time and taste. I don't have a dog in this fight either way. I def agree with TBL that old films should not be altered to suit the tastes of the moment. In his Playboy interview, Peckinpah took great pains to explain that the rape scene in Straw Dogs was not an anal rape scene. This never occurred to me, even after re-watching it after reading the interview. It shows that it was considered over the top even in those more licentious days. Impossible to shoot a scene like that today.

Must viewing for Gamma (and anyone who loves exploitation trash like he does): Yes, Mandingo. Yes, the story of a man and his dingo. *Astonishing trivia: Soundtrack featuring Blues God, Muddy Waters.

I'm less invested in stuff I liked in the past. You're trying to revisit this lost world of your memory. Good luck. Not much is like James Brown, who I loved 60 years ago and I still spin today. I change, and it's great to see that change reflected in my reaction to stuff. Stuff fades off into the mist. Me too, soon enough.

She looks in here a bit. Bob is def on the B list of wanna meet. As she's said about more than one poster here: "He's no StickyRiceBalls".

If I can barely get in, no one here has a prayer.

This is an important point, but one I view very different from you, my old cineaste friend. Ultimately, the young get to decide what staggers on into history. And it probably won't be Straw Dogs. It would be impossible to film a scene like the rape scene in that film today. The talent wouldn't do it and the wider audience wouldn't sit through it. A lot of stuff from that era just seems cruel for no purpose. The mindless harassment of HotLips Houlihan in MASH is another example. I laughed hard at it back then, now it's def cringeworthy. Changing tastes, changing morals should not be regarded as inferior; they are just a fact of life. Please get out of the way if you can't lend a hand, because The Times, They Are a Changing. The Wild Bunch derives heavily from the work and atmosphere of the great, great adventure writer, B.Traven. Like Cross of Iron (another under-rated book), Peckinpah was generally only as good as his source material. The book that Straw Dogs was based on was very thin, . the film is much better. The drunken, mysogenist genius was trope of our era that is fading fast. See also: Henry Miller, Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, Norman Mailer. The cultural context moves on, and then soon after, the art born out of that context disappears.

Agreed. But sometimes she needs my assistance and I like being next door. Also, we really, really love our building. We have friends here etc.