Dude. Pneumatic nailguns are whoa dangerous. And pretty accurate - I hit a target at 40 feet with one.
Long ago, when I worked in the hardware department of Fred Meyer, I always asked if I could demo the nailguns. Not only did my co-workers and managers say no, but they kept the keys to the locked case for them away from me. Unfair, I tell you.
"Dude, I have a parasol, today's inventory, and I can get in the nailgun cabinet. You don't want to fuck with me today. Okay? Thanks."
I used to be a lot more normal before I knew about Snoop.
Well, okay... a little.
Maybe I should start a blog:
27waysDavidSimonfuckedwithmylife.blogspot.com
Of course, someone probably has that one...he has ex-wives and pissed off journos after all.
on the lighter side of crazy sick fuckos: [link]
Oh, if any of you have time you should watch this: [link]
Along with the other 4 parts. It's a film Keith Allen (Lily Allen's dad) did about them. He's gay. They let him into the inner circle of the church to film, not realising this fact.
I feel better about my Cloverfield nitpicking knowing that William Gibson had this reaction. Heh.
(And, of course, he's right.)
And, of course, he's right.
Unless it's taking place under the current administration which has never lacked for ham-fisted and clumsy phraseology (though I'm pretty sure it was just ineptness on the part of the filmmakers and not a political point, sadly - I hope it was JJ and not Drew's fault).
Where was the source of the new Bond title? That may have the title of Indy 4 beat for silliness (and even, doG help us, Send in theAttack of the Clones).