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I will go outside of the timestream, copy and paste the '80s and '90s, then combine both decades into a new and separate pocket universe.
I will christen it Earth-198090.
So Quiggly John did the nasty with Shmi off-screen and she gave birth to another kid in between TPM & AOTC – another kid whom I’m presuming would be Luke & Leia’s half-aunt/uncle?
Well, that’s a tad contrived.
Keep it in the anime thread, consarn it!
Not on the blue parts.
Short films are still films.
And FYI, most of those Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies shorts were first aired in theatres, not television.
They were, but I believe most (if not all) of them were aired as shorts before the feature film.
Because they don’t remember their dreams?
This thread is like a train wreck – awful, but impossible to look away from.
Short films are still films.
And FYI, most of those Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies shorts were first aired in theatres, not television.
I took a nap today, ended up having a most memorable dream.
It began with me hanging out with my son. He was about three or four, and looked like Robert Sean Leonard. I was feeling very happy, joyful 'cause I was married; though she didn’t make an appearance in the dream, I knew right away who my wife was.
Then the dream got weird. A witch showed up, threatening to harm my son. At that point I transformed into Ash from the Evil Dead series, picked up an old musket with a bayonet attached at the end, and stabbed the witch through the eye and out the back of her head, pinning her to the wall behind her. That’s when a second Ash showed up and began dismembering her with a chainsaw.
The dream then realigned, and I found myself a teenager back in high school. As I got off the bus at school, there was this incredibly hot girl standing there on the sidewalk. She was brunette (or was she blonde?), muscular (lean, though, not beefed up like a bodybuilder), and she was wearing jean cutoffs and a small tank top. I sat down with her on the sidewalk, began feeling her up, and was getting ready to have sex right then and there with her in public when my psychological V-chip engaged and the dream came to an abrupt close.
Apparently this is the album art for Universal Pulse by 311. What a mess.
What a beautiful mess.
The Last Unicorn (1982) – 8/10
Lawrence of Arabia (1962) – 9/10
Duck Amuck (1953) – 9/10
Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century (1953) – 10/10
The Skeleton Dance (1929) – 10/10
Water, Water Every Hare (1952) – 9/10
Run Lola Run (1998) – 9/10
Black Sabbath (1963) – 8/10
Obsession (1976) – 8/10
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Ridge (1962) – 10/10
Poltergeist III makes Poltergeist II look like TESB, and I hate Poltergeist II.
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“Vampire Bat” – Wesley Willis.
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I think Frink is playing at being a less vindictive version of the warden from The Shawshank Redemption.
I can’t imagine watching everything of anything if anything of that everything is something I hate.
These recent lurker names suck.
Recreated Skellig Michael OWNS your ass!
Maybe … from a certain point of view.
“Would you fuck a box of chocolates? I’d fuck a box of chocolates. I’d fuck a box of chocolates hard. I’d fuck a box of chocolates so hard.”
That’s never stopped you before.
