[When Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope] Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope. I meet a lot of people. And, see some great looking babes. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And, and ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.
What a brave and unconventional decision.
Boston is all about its history.
"James Woods IS…Captain America!”
My daughter may be making a Buñuel film.
Secret Avengers dropping a Borges reference? Damn.
Guardians of the Galaxy viewing #3. Boom.
"A Palomino?!? They’re beautiful!”
Listening to The Incomparable stream the recording of their SNL draft makes me nostalgic.
I can’t begin to do the math on what my favorite sketch is, but I am historically partial to the completely bananas bits that somehow made it in.
This one still just kills me, and still gets quoted in our household at least a couple times a month.
FWIW, Winter of 2000 me just got a massive boner.