Please explain to me how plankton is not extraterrestrial?

General's line of the week

G returns to bed in the middle of the evening, (we woke up and decided to continue watching Dredd.) He spoons behind me and we watch the movie on a laptop. 

Me: Um ... is that my toffee pudding I smell on your breath?

G: Damn, I was hoping to disguise it with your raspberry chocolate and your diet Coke. 

General, the toffee pudding thief, doesn't like toffee pudding, he only likes chocolate. So I usually make about 20 cups for him and four for myself, on account of not being able to each much solids. He goes through his lot in two days like a storm. I guess inertia makes him switch to mine. 

    (I have a drawer in the fridge that contains 'my' things, things I don't want others to eat. That drawer is sacred!)

ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME?! ANOTHER TOOTH BROKE?? WHAT AM I, A FUCKING iPHONE PREVIOUS GENERATION - I HIT 43 AND ALL MY TEETH JUST START DROPPING OUT??

Papa Jordan's self-imposed gulag

Looks like those filthy commies are good for something after all. The expert on all things anti-socialism flies himself to Moscow in a last ditched effort to keep himself alive. Hard to know what will kill him first - burnout, starvation or the amount of shit he takes, but I do hope he doesn't die. Not so much because he would be missed, the guy's done enough, more than most on the subject of human rights, really; but because it's important to know not all well-spoken advocates for freedom of speech are such drama queen pussies. Yelling, crying, pouting, those things were adorable! not so adorable as being a psychologist an unable to see the tempo he was running milking his self-help book for all it was worth was not sustainable and then when the spotlight moved from him to his ill-fortunate spouse, he lost the reins and it all spiraled down. He's been known to think he reacts very violently to elements that inspire depression. So it's a little off-putting a trained professional cannot follow a map. An addiction doctor not being able to suspect drugs cause addiction.

I dream about that guy, did I ever tell you? He is impossible to talk to normally, but will always screech really loud to draw bystander attention when doing so and we sometimes spend ages yelling and play-insulting one another in dreams. I haven't for a long while now, but usually, after news like these, I do. Tonight he yelled: I am not arguing with you, because you disappoint me!

Bit of a projection there, but ... get your shit together, swizzle stick. And eat a salad. You are not done.

Birds of Prey TV show from 2002

Were all people back then color-blind? Did old white men think this is what bad-ass women have to look like to be considered bad-ass? In ...... wait for it ...... BLACK LEATHER?! Harley had ... MESSY hair ?? Kinda. But hey, Black Canary was white as fuck. Check out the fake tits and lips on the Huntress, tho. Sweet. 

Praising the costume and bling design for the 2020 version :))

Fun enough fact: it wasn't a bad movie

It wasn't a GOOD movie, but everyone screaming how impossibly shiiiite Birds of Prey is, is just not true. Dude, nobody goes in expecting Akira Kurosawa. It's a cartoonish, hysterical, R-rated comic-book movie with half a script. But there are a lot of really entertaining things about it and if you don't go in DECIDED it's shite, there's gonna be your money's worth of comic book movie moments. 

The actors all do a good job, with what they've got. Fight scenes and camerawork are very good, costumes are great, the lead is enthralling - you can hardly watch anything else while she's on-screen, the sandwich storyline is adorable, there's hyena and the settings are great. It's not a GOOD movie, like Fast and Furious 2 -139 aren't GOOD, but people making this film wanted to make the most of it. The police-station shoot-out is adorable. Violence is really really violent. I didn't hate the pacing and jump-cuts as much as I was told I should. Did I mention there is a hyena? :D 

Holy fuck, I WANT this O.O

General's on me reading him a Bukowski poem

   Me: "You are marvelous. The gods wait to delight in you."
     G: "I'm a marble?!"