skeptical of the online hype that Longlegs is the scariest movie of 2024 because I remember when everyone was going on about The Empty Man and that skeleton with the big hands didn't even get up and stomp around
I beat Elden Ring a long while back, but I feel like I don’t have it in me to wrap my head back around it and play the DLC. Whatever Messmer the Impaler is up to isn’t any of my business.
As I ride the train to meet some fellow queer pals: happy pride to all my brothers, sisters, trans and gender non-conforming folx of all stripes and colors. I’ve been out well over half my life at this point, so I might crumble into dust today.
Goddamnit. I just saw that Scott Wampler died.
We’ve lost a funny, acerbic, passionate person who made great things at an astounding, almost intimidating pace.
I’m gonna deeply miss a guy I don’t think I ever spoke to outside of tweets and remote podcast records.
Love to his family and friends.
(scoops up all the dumb movie discourse from the weekend into his arms) caring about box office is stupid, theaters are sacred, but I also don’t get haughty about people watching movies on their phones because I watched some all timers as a kid on a shoddy 12-inch CRT with a VCR with wobbly tracking
watching my nephew take a shot that bounces off the rim and a sweaty, disheveled man starts screaming and running off to pull a Bud Dwyer behind the Luigi’s Mansion machine
Dave & Buster's will begin allowing customers to bet on arcade games
“Customers can soon make a friendly $5 wager on a Hot Shots basketball game, a bet on a Skee-Ball competition or on another arcade game.”
Guy designing the Nostromo: However many chains you think we need on the ship, double--then triple that number and that's what we'll put in the ship's chain room.
Assistant: Yes, sir. And the chains are dry, of course?
Designer: You're fired
“Taster’s Choice” is such a weird name. “Ah, yes, our gross little caffeinated gravel is often selected by those who enjoy the act of ‘tasting things.’”
I thought The People's Joker was amazing, rising above the punk pleasures of its DIY aesthetic and corporate shelf-raiding to become a deeply sincere work of queer underground art. Feels hyper-specific like a handcrafted mix-tape, a personalized act of camp reclamation.
if you're in the Philly/Southeast PA area and you haven't gone up into the mountains to the Mahoning Drive-In with a cooler full of drinks to watch a 35mm revival screening on a crisp summer night with friends, you're missing out on one of life's great pleasures
RIP Jeff Mattox, projectionist & programmer at the Mahoning Drive-In Theater, a Pennsylvania institution that has been screening movies continuously since 1949 & since 2014 has become a destination for repertory and cult movies, often in 35mm. Worth a pilgrimage whenever they start their new season.