Also, they’re clearly on a lake

Roving gangs of suburban kids on bikes

or get promoted for having that wild / surrealist energy that the CEO has been looking for all along for some reason

you’re a bad person and you should feel bad

I don’t get what the circle is showing.

misogynoir

I’m trying to work what kind of film genre that would be.

Probably a mix between 1950s film noir (read: well-dressed white men in fedoras slapping hysterical dames) and 1970s blaxploitation film (read: well-dressed black pimps in capes slapping back-talking street workers).

The fusion of tropes probably means that the women depicted are either given cartoonish-level plot armour to endure the abuse, or, more darkly, never make it past the first scene.

The people who claw their way to those positions, even if not seeing the lion’s share, should check their alignment. This is a nice check.

come on man, we’re all huge Lucas fans, I know Temple of Doom when I see it

any good reading resources on this?

Is that the Bacardi Bat hanging upside down off a pirate Fez?

Is that a baby rat with a bird tail, perched on a branch?

Oliver’s army is here to stay
Oliver’s army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

I don’t know why she’s nervous, she clearly knew the spec well and didn’t have to resort to modern abstraction frameworks to serve a simple static site.

Transubstantiation remains a reprehensible pseudophilosophical topic.

Beautiful, just beautiful. This! This is why we’re spending all that effort unwrapping those scrolls that Vesuvius tried to bury for some reason all those millennia ago.

Malfoy suppresses his rage. He knows for sure that Fred had a bigger dick, but has to settle with George’s piece.

He had been having an affair with the teddy bear.