Who ever said two women can't reproduce? Our evil hive mind has taken on a life of her own. And the fact that we've named her is in no way psychotic ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, I was unable to do a Feedback Friday this weekend because my brain went on strike. I can hardly blame it considering the working conditions ( Read more... )

I'm a socialist, a pacifist, I eat granola, recycle with anal-retentive vigor, wear 100% cotton, and I'd still be an environmentalist if I hadn't developed allergies from years of unsafe tree hugging ( Read more... )

Last week I may have given the impression that I held the Star Wars prequels in a wee bit of contempt. However, this week, I'm sending long overdue feedback to the talented secularish whose re-cut trailers demonstrate that Episodes I - III were far from irredeemable, and that there's no reason why violating childhood memories can't be fun ( Read more... )

Sorry about last week's no show, I wore out my brain and it decided to take a long weekend. It's back now, though. Mostly. So, on with the show!

In the late seventies and early eighties, Darth Vader was the biggest bad ass in the galaxy. In those innocent times, Vader made enhanced interrogation techniques and other flagrant violations of the ( Read more... )

In honour of paraskevidekatriaphobics everywhere, I decided to choose something scary to feedback for this past Friday. After rejecting zombies (too adorably tenacious), the apocalypse (too many entertaining movies) and mimes (I'm sorry myrebelcat, I agree that mimes are evil, but the famous Czech mime Ladislav Fialka was very kind to me when I was a child ( Read more... )

Way back in 1980, when I was young, undiagnosed and unmedicated, I bought a first edition of Garfield at Large. I remember coming back from the mall, book in hand, to find my apartment building surrounded by firetrucks, and for a brief, halcyon moment I believed my evil stepfather had burned to death. Alas, the only casualty was a neighbour's couch ( Read more... )

Forget April, February has definitely been the cruelest month. However, despite a bad case of the "where'd the sun go?" blues, a cracked finger, and an overwhelming desire to bad mouth T.S. Eliot, I finished my Man from U.N.C.L.E. stint on crack_van, and I'm very grateful I didn't actually break any bones this winter ( Read more... )

Long before Buffy and Xena, during the Dark Ages of the 1970s, young girls in need of a TV heroine had Jaime Sommers, The Bionic Woman. Excuse me, myrebelcat won't shut up about the oft overlooked feminist icon Daisy Duke (who according to Rebel could shoot a gun, fix a transmission and run in high heels). So, let's begin again. . .

In the 70s, my kick ass ( Read more... )

I wanted to use my turn on crack_van to recommend one of dearratboy AKA drworm's The Man from U.N.C.L.E. vids, but others beat me to all of them -- the nerve! So, I'll just have to use my belated return to Feedback Friday to finally thank the infamous co-founder of Thrushies for his highly addictive vids.

( Dr. Worm, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying about the Bomb and Love The Man from U.N.C.L.E. )