Hello. Because the last time was so much fun, here's some more self-indulgent ramblings about anything that comes to my mind. Once again, with apologies to Larry King and Breakin' 2, here I go:
That new show Resurrection only works for me if I imagine that all of That '70s Show was really Red Forman's fantasy regarding his dead son.
Chocolate Toast Crunch is like crack to me.
Actually, I've never tried crack, so this is only an assumption.
I don't know what this says about me, but the look of Wes Anderson's films creeps me out a little bit.
On second glance, my "John Travolta pronounced name" in my first self-indulgent ramblings was too close to my real name. So how does "Reggie Howitzer" sound?
Coming up with your "John Travolta pronounced name" is so two weeks ago.
I think Chris Hardwick wishes that Talking Dead would always start with a group hug, audience members included.
If Daniel Bryan doesn't win everything at WrestleMania XXX, I will riot.
Okay, maybe not, but I'll never watch wrestling again.
Okay, I won't do that, but I'll take a break from watching it.
Okay, I won't do that, either, but I'll complain incessantly on every wrestling forum I can find.
Okay, I won't do any of those things, however, I will bitch and scream at my TV, and then watch Raw the next day. Happy now?
My unabashed, no holds barred review of Son of God: I didn't see it, but I've heard that the ending is uplifting.
I don't know about you, but some of those anti-smoking ads make me want to smoke more.
Is it wrong for a middle aged adult to enjoy Teen Titans Go! so much?
If so, I don't want to be right.
Two words I don't want to hear ever again in my lifetime: "polar vortex."
Two more words I don't ever want to hear: "It's yours."
It doesn't take the Sports Almanac to see that the NBA conference finals will be Heat vs. Pacers and Thunder vs. Spurs.
Of course, now that I wrote that, I'll be totally wrong and look like an idiot.
It won't be the first or last time.
Everyone should give Agents of Shield a second chance.
Def Leppard should have been in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame years ago.
Actually, is there anything less "rock n' roll" than having a Hall of Fame?
Why hasn't anyone made a straight-to-DVD Expendables knock-off featuring Kevin Sorbo, Lorenzo Lamas, Billy Blanks, Jeff Speakman, Don "The Dragon" Wilson, Brian Bosworth, and Hulk Hogan? I would so watch this.
Maybe they did and I just haven't heard about it yet. Time to check out Netflix.
I find it hard to believe that they're still making new episodes of Survivor after all these years.
That being said, I've also avoided watching all those "singing competition shows." Really, you'd think they would have run out of contestants by now.
Twenty years from now, Dan Henderson's right hand will still be able to knock people out.
I've just started reading Doctor Sleep, Stephen King's sequel to The Shining. Other sequels to Stephen King's earlier works that I'm looking forward to: Son of Cujo, The Deader Zone, Bags of Bones, The Ears of the Dragon, The Rage: Carrie 2, Stand By Me Again, Fire-Restarter, The Girl Who Loved Rollie Fingers (this is actually a prequel), Rose Maddest, and It Too.
Why all these sequels have similar titles to their originals while Doctor Sleep sounds nothing like The Shining, I have no idea.
With that, I have to depart, thanks for reading, see you next time.
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