Apparently I still don’t know the difference between Kurt Russell and Jeff Bridges.
The Rolling Stones Tour is sponsored—without irony—by the Alliance for Lifetime Income.
If a movie in 2019 is described with the adjective madcap, chances are that it is not very good.
Apparently there was a great scientific discovery on order of bringing back the dinosaurs to Jurassic Park and somehow I didn’t hear about it. The latest version of Lucky Charms has unicorns in it and there is small line of type on the side of the box that says, Produced with Genetic Engineering. It seems that food scientists have figured out how to make unicorns in the lab and the best that they can do with this discovery is to put it in a kid’s cereal. The scientific journals should be blowing up about these newly-created, genetically-engineered unicorns.
There are some noticeable things about distance runners. They are often tall and lanky, or at least have long legs. And the top runners have casualness about the way that they move.
I don’t trust runners with clean running shoes.
It’s confusing when you mis-hear similar words, especially since the context seems all wrong. Oedipal is very different from edible.
I talked to someone who was reluctant to buy an antique, Victorian style bed because she was afraid of the ghosts that might inhabit it. She could not bring that level of haunting to her child.
There’s no telling what I might watch late at night when I can’t sleep. With all the choices from Netflix, Hulu and Amazon, it is hard to believe that my 2am choice was a female gladiator movie.