Yes! Beat me to it. Once I fell asleep watching Tim & Eric ASGJ and woke up to this, but for a good two minutes I was certain I was still asleep, trapped in nightmare world because Xavier Renegade Angel = All The Nightmares.
Favorite. Thank you. Laughing in the library.
This makes me sad forever.
GUYSSSS NOW LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE. It begins again.
UGGGGGGGGGH Stephen Torrence. Last year in a haze of finals my friends and I spent about a week obsessed with this guy. FACT: He has a podcast about philosophy.
Be still my heart.
SNL did googly eyes before, and they did it well.
Can we talk for a second about how great Christmas Vacation is? I had such an inappropriate crush on Chevy Chase when I was a little girl.
“I don’t know what to say except it’s Christmas and we’re all in misery.”
My sister and I used to put ourselves to sleep by reciting this entire movie from the first line*. It was like a game to see how far we could get before one of us would fall asleep. We’ve stopped doing that (because grownups?) but Home Alone and Weekend at Bernie’s (I KNOW) remain the two movies I am most likely to quote in daily conversation.
*Mom! Uncle Frank won’t let me watch the movie, but the big kids can. Why can’t I?
Never did I think I would see an *NSYNC-circa-2000-dancing-to-Just-Got-Paid-(Friday-Night) .gif in these comments, but I did, and you gave it to me, so thank you a thousand times.
(And no, I didn’t spend my middle school years recording any and all NSYNC television appearances in what ended up being a 3-tape VHS collection, I just, I don’t know, remember this particular part of this particular dance because who knows why. I definitely didn’t KNOW the dance, and I really definitely didn’t DO the dance. Just drop it.)
Am I alone in thinking that stating, as a fact, that there is no god/heaven is just as arrogant (and offensive) as stating, as a fact, that there is? WE’RE ALL JUST GUESSING, GUYS!
(That is, we *were* guessing. Mystery solved, Burpo!)
So I’m very nervously breaking from my voyeuristic history with you guys by making my FIRST COMMENT (Hey, guys! Big fan! Thanks for the lulz, etc.) but such is my hatred for Fight Club. I agree that it’s silly to dislike a movie just because you dislike its fans, BUT I think it’s valid to allow real-world reactions to turn your “Ugh, this movie” into “THIS MOVIE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED” (but not really, guys, boo censorship).
For example: I don’t like Fight Club because it commodifies an ideology and turns it into something shallow and trendy (Nihilism! Anarchy! None of this matters!) which is remarkably similar to how it treats women. (Someone prove me wrong with a worthwhile female character that comes from the mind of Chuck Palahniuk [more like UPCHUCK Palahniuk, amirite?]) But I HATE Fight Club because it inspires this wave of glorifying that commodification. It’s the same reason I have a very big problem with people who worship Patrick Bateman or Alex DeLarge. The difference in terms of the movie/book is that at least Brett Easton Ellis and Anthony Burgess seem to be in on the joke, whereas CP genuinely believes these guys are sooOooOoOoOOoO edgy and awesome.
ANYWAY. I always wanted to mark my entrance into the monster community by making a million enemies, soooo mission accomplished?