Watchmen on DVD, featuring an additional 24 hours of never-before-seen footage! When I watched those men in a theater, indeed my greatest complaint was that the film had used its time too efficiently. We need to pad this out, yo.
I like this new “wheelchair access” symbol. It has action lines. Much like Wheelchair Mario, it really emphasizes handi-CAPABLE. It also communicates “look here, sonny. I have to use my ARMS to move these WHEELS, and THAT’S why I can’t open the door.” Although the old one looks like it wants to punch somebody, I don’t reckon it would be a very effective punch from that starting position.
I don’t know why people complain about their Department(s) of Motor Vehicles. The floating, misshapen smiley face in the corner puts me completely at ease and cures all my worries. Although I do begin to think perhaps that is a character flaw of mine.
Which is not to say my sense of alarm has dulled to a sirloin tip:
Maybe I’ve been on the internet too long, but I find something intensely upsetting about somebody having brown fluid dripped on itself and also being jaw-detachingly ecstatic about that happening, and then this getting the unconcerned, “inoffensive” label “muddy.”
Oh.
Ohhh… Wikihow.
I didn’t realize what site I was at.
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Caesar sez:
In my day, there was no greater honor than getting pooed on. That bear’s ecstasy is appropriate. And it’s not enough for the dough to be a poo like consistency, it needs to be formed as delectable little poos as well. Et tu Brute?
Finkeldey Fabrax sez:
In my day, there was no greater honor than Caesar traveling through time to tell me with the internet how much he enjoys having human waste dropped on him.