Television destroyed the market for recurrent short subjects in theaters, it was a real serial killer.
The original slogan was “I’m thinkin’ about settling for Arbys” but “I’m thinkin’ Arbys” cost a lot less to print fliers for and so here we are.
The mathematical plurality of songs on Sirius XM’s “Yacht Rock” station narratively boil down to “don’t worry, lady, I don’t value you enough for commitment but will you have sex with me tonight?”
The human race - we got hurt so we tried to fill that hole by owning stuff but to own stuff, we had to hurt others.
Everyone is brilliant every once in a while, it’s just a matter of book-keeping, you know. Can you be either self-obsessed or organized enough (or both, both works) to write every damn idea you have down then sort through them later? That’s the thing, that’s the angle.
In the time it took you to read this social media posting, Danielle Steel wrote two books. Clive Cussler wrote three. James Patterson co-wrote five.
A time-travel dark comedy called “Sumer Vacation”.
I’m in that generational Venn Diagram overlap where I get both parts of a “don’t squeeze the Charmander!” joke.