According to my expert knowledge bestowed upon me from my viewings of the movie Happy Feet, the females are all off doing food hunting things while the dudes are keeping the eggs warm during the blizzards.

I’m from “you guys” but I’ve lived in “y’all” and now I’m forever team “y’all,” regardless of where I’m living.

It’s the best export from the south, except maybe Texas brisket and pecan pie.

I feel so kindred with the way you see things. You’re making an observation and you’re curious about the “why” of everything. I feel people often read my similar interest in a subculture as critical. Kind of like how bluntness can be perceived as rude, I guess. Do you ever have a similar response happen to you?

Not just vomit but a snowball train of vomit.

Love a War Games reference.

Then you breathe a sigh of relief, merge it with a comment of “bug fix”, write no documentation–especially about how it failed testing, and quit the gig during the inevitable helpdesk explosion; walking away from the fireball like the Michael Bay maniac you are.

Exactly. Perfect example of labor owning the means of production.

For me, I could watch Muppet Treasure Island over and over. The perfect movie.

For a movie I need to play for others: A Goofy Movie.

I’m open to trying this after reading your explanation. The Lego Movie was also surprisingly amazing.

Yes, no one should be watching this without the shenanigans. You need to be in a certain silly, horny mood with some added alcohol if you’re still too cool for school, and a group of others who feel the same and have memorized the callbacks.

I love finding those excellent movies that have somehow floated just below the surface of the consciousness of my sphere of community.

You’ve just answered a question I didn’t realize I had.

Mattermost