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I like movies and watch bad ones all the time.
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I like books and read too many of them.
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‘The Greatest American Hero’ is getting a reboot on Fox | EW

How could this happen to mee-eee?

I can’t believe it myself

Suddenly I’m up on top of the world

It should’ve been somebody else!

Believe it or not I’m walkin’ on air

I never thought I could feel so free-hee-heeeee

Flyin’ away on a wing and a prayer

Whooooo could it be?

Believe it or not…..

…it’s just me.

(Source: popculturebrain)

stophittingyourself:

"We’re working on it."

synecdoche:

tvhangover:

Lost turns 10 in September because life is short and it’s even shorter when you devote six years to watching Lost! On September 27, we’re celebrating all the hours we spent obsessing over smoke monsters, mysterious hatches, and Jack’s tattoos by throwing a 10th anniversary party!
Come join us as watch the pilot and finale episodes, drink some Dharma Initiative beers, play drinking games, host a few rounds of trivia, and then eventually scream about whether or not the finale was worth it. 
Tickets are only $5! Get yours before it sells out!
September 27, 8 PMVideology Bar508 Bedford Ave. Brooklyn, NY

i’m finally doing it. i’m finally throwing a lost party. i am so ready to admit how much i love this stupid show. i am so ready to cry while defending the finale. 

Oh my god I need this in my life.

synecdoche:

tvhangover:

Lost turns 10 in September because life is short and it’s even shorter when you devote six years to watching Lost! On September 27, we’re celebrating all the hours we spent obsessing over smoke monsters, mysterious hatches, and Jack’s tattoos by throwing a 10th anniversary party!

Come join us as watch the pilot and finale episodes, drink some Dharma Initiative beers, play drinking games, host a few rounds of trivia, and then eventually scream about whether or not the finale was worth it. 

Tickets are only $5! Get yours before it sells out!

September 27, 8 PM
Videology Bar
508 Bedford Ave. 
Brooklyn, NY

i’m finally doing it. i’m finally throwing a lost party. i am so ready to admit how much i love this stupid show. i am so ready to cry while defending the finale. 

Oh my god I need this in my life.

Self-Pity Alert:

I really need a job but whenever I look for one the idea of working another retail job makes me want to cry.

Also it occurred to me earlier today that I have been fired from four out of the six jobs I have ever had. I only have one marketable skill and it is not even something I am actually good at. Not to mention that whenever I do manage to apply for a job, nine times out of ten I never get called in for interview.

I need money bad, and I feel like I would work any job to get some, but clearly this is not the case. It makes me feel like a bum.

I just want something steady that doesn’t make me hate myself and gives me enough money to take as many improv and sketch classes and go to as many shows as possible. But that job doesn’t seem to exist for me and I don’t know what the fuck to do anymore.

I feel like this just about sums up Netflix.

I feel like this just about sums up Netflix.

Hey so if you like Twitter, or fake TV show summaries, or, ideally, both, you should check out and preferably follow my new Twitter, @WhatsonTVLater

mummyshark:

Scored this from a flea market today. “Monster Mash: The Movie,” starring Dracula, Dr. Frankenstein and Candace Cameron. Potentially the best/worst or worst/best thing ever recorded, and at fifty cents, a no-brainer.

This movie is my new God.

mummyshark:

Scored this from a flea market today. “Monster Mash: The Movie,” starring Dracula, Dr. Frankenstein and Candace Cameron. Potentially the best/worst or worst/best thing ever recorded, and at fifty cents, a no-brainer.

This movie is my new God.

I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.

“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”

“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”

“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”

The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”

“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”

“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”

He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”

I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.

“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.

“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.

“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”

It didn’t seem like they did.

“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.

I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.

“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.

Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.

“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.

I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”

He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.

“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.

“Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”

I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.

“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”

He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.

(via fishmech)

This was amazing.

Saddest day of my life.
RIP iPad 2 (20??-now)

Saddest day of my life.

RIP iPad 2 (20??-now)