A Saint Louis landfill— merely one pile of refuse from one middling city in a vastly more advanced civilization— dwarfs Monk’s Mound at nearby Cahokia.
I’m pretty sure none of the characters in The Lego Movie ever spoke the name “Lego.”
It never occurred to me that Facebook would have a Facebook page. It has things on it like “422,769 people like this.”
I wonder if Mick Jagger ever catches himself humming “Get Off of My Cloud.”
Perhaps I’ve never shared my sartorial theory: that within my lifetime Little House on the Prairie style clothing will return to fashion. Because I can’t imagine people getting any more casual.
Dear young man with the throat tattoo extending from ear to ear: I can see you have excellent judgement. I’m sure you will never regret that decision. Thank you for keeping exquisite taste on permanent display.
AMC breaks for a commercial halfway through the restaurant scene with Sollozzo. An absolute crime.
I’ve always been curious about the life of Jesus, or what of it can be accounted for outside the New Testament.
We had tickets for the Broadway tour of the musical Wicked this afternoon. The Des Moines Civic Center was completely packed for it.
We never have to wonder anything any more.
Lately I’ve been exploring classic science fiction and one of its sub genres, alternate history.
We shall meet the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us.
The song “No Air” by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown reminds me of the movie Total Recall.
“Your national anthem is beautiful,” Lore said after watching a country music trio do the honors before game four. “But it is very easy to fuck up when the wrong person sings it.” She expects everyone to sing it the way Whitney Houston did.
I don’t drink much but here’s a Tim McCarver drinking game.
Holy cow. What a crazy baseball game.
Here’s a fun book that may not be in your library, since it seems to be hard to get a hold of: All Yesterdays: Unique and Speculative Views of Dinosaurs and Other Prehistoric Animals by John Conway, C.M. Kosemen, and Darren Naish.
The American League Championship Series put me in the unwanted position of rooting for the Detroit Tigers, simply because they were playing the Boston Red Sox.
If I might engage in a little second-guessing of Jim Leyland…
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.