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I'm pleased to let you know that "The Magic Touch" makes an appearance!
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I didn't quite vibe with DOGS DON'T WEAR PANTS but it has become a catch phrase in our house, especially at 6am when the dog needs to go out: "Hang on, give me a minute, sheesh, dogs don't wear pants!"
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This almost certainly isn't what you're looking for, but LDDB is Discogs for Laserdiscs and a few other less-loved formats (CED, VHD). It's downright bizarre that there doesn't seem to be a Discogs for VHS/DVD/Blu. www.lddb.com
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The article is annotated with pictures of Sax's gloriously complex 6-piston trombone (pictured here) and his absurdly extravagant Saxtuba (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saxtuba). Why weren't we taught about this in music class?
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"At age three, he drank a bowl full of boric acid, mistaking it for milk, and later swallowed a pin. At age eight, he received serious burns from a gunpowder explosion and also fell onto a hot frying pan, burning his side." It's some serious 'Dr. Evil in real life' business.
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I read that as more of a Wesley Willis thing.
LET THE CORPSES TAN!
LET THE CORPSES TAAAAAN!
LET THE CORPSES TAN!
LET THE CORPSES TAAAAAN!
ROCK OVER LONDON ROCK ON CHICAGO
COPPERTONE: DON'T BE A BURNOUT
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We have finally figured out the magic incantation the self-check needed. I now own bread.
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She's like "Why are you even up this early? Why are you questioning the very nature of sleep?"
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Jay Baruchel would be AMAZING as Helly's brother and/or a Lumon employee in Severance. (Eric Andre, not so much.)
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Alas, no, unless we're talking about local independents or Half Price Books. (I wish I were aware of a Discogs for boutique Blurays.)
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I regret to inform you that AbeBooks has been owned and operated by Amazon since the aughts. Yeah.
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieB3...
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I love boxy, conventionally ugly cars. I have bought, with my own money, an Isuzu Trooper and a Volvo turbowagon. I loved them both. The Cybertruck? No. Just... no.
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Yeah, just totally lost on me. Still going to see that crazy movie next month. I may just be more of a Dallon Weekes guy.
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I love UK pop music and arch irony, and I've still never, ever understood Robbie Williams despite genuine attempts. I may well go see this divisive movie, as I do love seeing a divisive movie, but is there an "in" to Williams' back catalogue? Did you have to sort of have to be there?
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All this to say that I too don't understand why streaming services interrupt the damned credits by trying to ricochet you into other programming as soon as they can, at best resulting in some sort of mad panic to grab the remote, something nobody who has ever truly enjoyed a film has ever asked for.
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During the times I've been a manager, I've always taken a sort of bizarrely naive approach to management, which is that to understand what both staff and customers need I would need to actually be able to do and fully understand the things that are being done and being used.
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There's this expectation, and it's one that has been present for literally thousands of years and perhaps throughout human experience, that those in charge are largely disconnected from the experiences of the people for which they're making decisions for. It doesn't make sense, but it's true.
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Something that has always surprised me about the world of work is how little most leaders of companies actually use their own product or interact, in real-time, with people who are in the process of using that product. There is strange layer of abstraction that I have never, ever understood.
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I was relieved that my wife was equally verklempt. I'm not sure it was the best film I've seen this year - THE PEOPLE'S JOKER is another personal triumph, and HUNDREDS OF BEAVERS is a remarkable comic accomplishment - but it will stick with me as Coppola's message in a bottle. Presented in IMAX.
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At some point watching MEGALOPOLIS, as the audience wrestled with it, I totally detached from the literal script and started to engage solely with its metaphor. The movie became an extremely personal and vulnerable reflection, told in an idiosyncratic and overwhelmingly grand way.
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My favorite - somewhat similar - screening of all time was seeing SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK in Berkeley, where everyone was having a wildly different but deep and overwhelming emotional reaction. There was laughing, crying, sighing and anger, all at the same time, from different parts of the theater.
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The Frank's Place people really dropped the ball.
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I still think it's hard to beat a life where you invent Big League Chew, become the organist at Kubrick's Fidelio, and then direct TÁR. Remarkable.
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Thank heavens this was just a typo, but I was imagining that the movie made the mistake of hiding a rat on Nicole Kidman's head hidden by a giant hat, who then manipulated her through a series of bad romantic decisions.
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I'm so unrelentingly critical, I read this and was like "was Kreskin's board game actually *pendulous*"? Oh! Why yes. Pendulous indeed.
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Wow, that looks *amazing* for the neighborhood. I'm shocked something like that opened up on that side of Geneva at the station.
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And yet, it is delicious. A new revolution in baked pumpkin pastries. A lovely pumpkin cake inside a pie crust, indeed.
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Literally everyone who has ever known me has been like "If that dude somehow makes it to his 50s, he's going to be party rockin' with Cicciolina at 7am."
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I went to see WILD AT HEART when I was 16 at the mall with some friends. Being the giant man that I was even then, I was like "guys, this is just not going to be a problem." The teens in front of us got carded. I did not. We all enjoyed a Lynchian experience at our multiplex.