Talk about your day thread

[Bammer]

It's great. Obviously we hang out afterwards or we catch dinner and discuss what we just watched. I've been going to the movies with my dad for over 30 years... it's how I learned a lot about movies.

Oh.

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my father’s sundance

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searchlight years

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cannes’t keep

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sonny pictures

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Buttery Popcorn Behind A Counter In A Local Movie Theater

[E.H. Ruddock]

cannes’t keep

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

Good morning RM.

My dad always took us to the movies also. Then he would go to the arcade afterward, to play Space Invaders or Centipede while we watched.

It’s why I love the movies too. And also why I’m not much of a video gamer.

[dimejinky99]

You guys think you have problems. Conor McGregor seems to be running for President here.
Our president has no power at all and simply signs proposed legislation into law.
Conor is whipping up racist sentiment and seems to think he has all power and can implement
Checks at airports and deportation orders for refugees etc etc.

A dangerous idiot. And now Elon musk sharing this shit

[The Argonaut]

Still a better choice than Gerry Adams

[pepperwhiteMFC]

How many people paid their deposit on that cyber truck, and have discovered they’re never going to own one?

[dimejinky99]

Still a better choice than Gerry Adams

Youd be wrong there. Completely.

[Higgs]

With the advent of social media it seems its more important to be "known" and "seen" and "recognisable" than to actually have a brain. This doesn't matter in sports and entertainment, but by fuck does it mater in politics. I worry for my children and theirs as to where their world is heading.

[bodysnatcher]

Kanye dropped out of the US presidential race

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

With the advent of social media it seems its more important to be "known" and "seen" and "recognisable" than to actually have a brain. This doesn't matter in sports and entertainment, but by fuck does it mater in politics. I worry for my children and theirs as to where their world is heading.

This is good actually.

[Vitalogist]

Just finished writing and stamping 25 Christmas cards.

[pepperwhiteMFC]

With the advent of social media it seems its more important to be "known" and "seen" and "recognisable" than to actually have a brain. This doesn't matter in sports and entertainment, but by fuck does it mater in politics. I worry for my children and theirs as to where their world is heading.

Can’t even try to help people to be better at braining, because of the defensiveness you’ll trigger. It’s a mess.

[Ello Sailor]

How's your braining game, Pep?