…does NOT mean you’re not, in all the ways that really and truly count, a sentient, spiritual being with a soul.
I’m totally with this woman. It’s insulting to call a dog “a dog”…really insulting. Same deal with cats.
…does NOT mean you’re not, in all the ways that really and truly count, a sentient, spiritual being with a soul.
I’m totally with this woman. It’s insulting to call a dog “a dog”…really insulting. Same deal with cats.
All hail the great Helen Joyce, author of “Trans: When Ideology Meets Reality“…. thank you from the bottom of my heart.
That would’ve never worked. Too ivory tower, too playwright-ish…a name that pines for dignity. The combination of “Billy” and that Polish-German accent was perfect. Billy sounds playful, mischievous, maybe a bit wicked.

…about poor Ozzy Osbourne. Never plugged into the utter, low-rent shallowness of Black Sabbath. Biting off the head of a bat…get outta my life. Never watched The Osbournes during the Dubya years. I tried to find that whimsical “Ozzy contemplates life as an older guy” song, but it wouldn’t come up.
Friendo: “First democracy and now Ozzy. I can’t take any more.”



At long last, a reasonably decent trailer for Paul Thomas Anderson‘s One Battle After Another (Warner Bros., 9.26) has finally surfaced.
The first reaction to Leonardo DiCaprio‘s Bob Ferguson character — a grizzled, anti-government leftie blowhard — is that he’s overly verbal about everything, and that Leo seems to be half-improvising his dialogue.
Obviously a must-see for people like myself, but what will Joe and Jane Popcorn say and do? I smell trouble in this regard.
Having suffered grievously from the watching of Inherent Vice, HE stands foursquare against any further Thomas Pynchon adaptations.