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Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
This is from a 1958 TV western. I think it might have been inspired by some kind of magical morphic resonance echoing backwards through time.
What the fresh hell. This is REAL. Filmed in 1958- about a conman who grifts a small town of suckers into building a wall. History not subtle enough for you? GUESS THE GRIFTER'S NAME
(And watch until the end) pic.twitter.com/6FA3p6KC00— Alex Hirsch (@_AlexHirsch) January 9, 2019
It looks real — I recognized some of the actors, who were familiar faces from the olden days of black & white TVs (wow, Robert Culp looks really young), but also Snopes confirms it, and also found a copy of the full episode.
I liked the ending. Maybe that’s a prophecy, too.
It’s a remarkable instance of convergent evolution. We’re going to have to reinterpret some phylogenies, and the human genome project is going to have to be completely redone with a sample that includes a representative collection of yokels.
At least we won’t have to feel guilty about chuckin’ ’em in a blender.
No ghastly snowmen in Morris this Christmas — the snow on the ground is patchy and thin, and we don’t expect more until the end of the week.
No, really, I just want to contribute to the advancement of science.
Everyone was raving about this movie, so I walked into it with elevated expectations, which is usually the kiss of death. But it wasn’t! Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse was excellent! It has an interesting, complex story without relying on the “Villains aiming to destroy the world!” trope — even the primary bad guy, the Kingpin, had a believable motive.
But best of all was the artwork. This was a comic book movie that was not afraid to be a comic book movie, stealing comic book styles and comic book art and comic book plots, and then reveling in the freedom of computer-assisted animation. It just flies along playing visual games in a way that highlighted the story. It’s also damned optimistic, and lately we really need that occasional taste of escapism.
I went alone to the theater, because when I told my wife it was a super-hero movie, she was turned off and uninterested. It’s too bad, because she missed out, and I think she probably would have enjoyed it, too. Maybe when it comes to Netflix…
It’s good, but…shouldn’t it be a bit more mushroomish?
Waylon & Willie had something to say about this.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don’t let ’em pick guitars or drive them old trucks
Let ’em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys
‘Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone
Even with someone they love
Well, also, doctors and lawyers have a strong economic advantage over cowboys, who don’t get paid much. It’s not a wise career decision.
But it does have one advantage, the image. Cowboys are the personification of American manliness.
And the girls are going to take that away, too. Felice House is repainting iconic cowboy images with women in them. Shocking, I know. But they look amazing.
Quick! Someone inform them that if there is one job that would pay worse than women’s work, it’s gotta be cowgirl.
Lots of people have been horrified to learn that our tasteless president has hung this kitschy, cheesy, tacky, hagiographic painting in the White House. Some of them have gone about fixing it. This is my favorite version so far.
