You're goddamned right - and that's Mead coach Cash Stone slapping the pin down after Louden ran out from the Rogers HS wrestling room directly onto the mat at Spokane Falls Community College after listening to Lunatic Fringe.
I started watching The Killer Elite, 1975, starring James Caan and Robert Duvall. It was fucking terrible.
After turning that off, I started watching Downfall, the story of Hitler’s last 10 days in his bunker. I’ll finish watching this one later. It was excellent through the first 90ish minutes.
went to an AMC theater to see Becoming Zeppelin - covered all four of them and how they got together. early beginnings up to album II. Did not cover the drugs/sex aspect at all so G rated.
Jimmy Page was a smart businessman.
Funniest thing went up to pay for tickets and a group in front of us paid for the three of us to go in - payed it forward, so a couple was coming in and I paid for their admission. Was gone by the time they got to the ticketing booth. Hopefully they did the same.
Had my first encounter with Close Encounters of the Third Kind last night. It was meh. Ralphie’s mom in a pair of daisy dukes and t-shirt with no bra was as exciting as it got.
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A Clint Eastwood movie was slow paced? Weird
You're goddamned right - and that's Mead coach Cash Stone slapping the pin down after Louden ran out from the Rogers HS wrestling room directly onto the mat at Spokane Falls Community College after listening to Lunatic Fringe.
Magic. Rogers and SFCC are 5 miles apart.
I started watching The Killer Elite, 1975, starring James Caan and Robert Duvall. It was fucking terrible.
After turning that off, I started watching Downfall, the story of Hitler’s last 10 days in his bunker. I’ll finish watching this one later. It was excellent through the first 90ish minutes.
The remake of the Killer Elite with Statham and DeNiro is solid
Much more solid than the original
went to an AMC theater to see Becoming Zeppelin - covered all four of them and how they got together. early beginnings up to album II. Did not cover the drugs/sex aspect at all so G rated.
Jimmy Page was a smart businessman.
Funniest thing went up to pay for tickets and a group in front of us paid for the three of us to go in - payed it forward, so a couple was coming in and I paid for their admission. Was gone by the time they got to the ticketing booth. Hopefully they did the same.
Longlegs
Made a ton of money but don’t bother with this hot turd sandwich of a movie.
Had my first encounter with Close Encounters of the Third Kind last night. It was meh. Ralphie’s mom in a pair of daisy dukes and t-shirt with no bra was as exciting as it got.
Little Chuck saw that at a drive in theater when it was new. I vaguely remembered him making a mashed potato sculpture, but slept through the rest.