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There are companies that ship free to any of the contiguous US states, but if it's to Alaska, they want me to pay the whole shipping price and not just the part from Seattle to Alaska. Assholes.
There are companies that ship free to any of the contiguous US states, but if it's to Alaska, they want me to pay the whole shipping price and not just the part from Seattle to Alaska. Assholes.
The beauty of Royal Mail is that it costs the same if you're sending from one London borough to another or from the Channel Islands to the Outer Hebrides.
Yep. You had a late night and now we're all potential victims of demonic possession. I hope you're pleased with yourself.![]()
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in through your window
Heathcliff, it's me, I'm Cathy
I've come home, I'm so cold
Let me in through your window
No Country For Old Men is still a visual journey and great film. It stands up well, for a movie with minimal dialogue and basically no musical soundtrack. One of the Coen brother’s best.
No Country For Old Men is still a visual journey and great film. It stands up well, for a movie with minimal dialogue and basically no musical soundtrack. One of the Coen brother’s best.
I still haven't seen No Country. I really need to.Even though the ending is a bit of a jazz-handy meh sign off to the high-kinetic killer tension of the rest of the movie, I agree with you. I still remember it as a supremely visceral theater viewing, along with There Will Be Blood, which was around the same time. Kinda hard to find that these days.
I just love this part in the convenience store...
https://thumbs.gfycat.com/AliveTotalBasenji-small.gif
...Chighur was like, "yoooo...you don't know how close you just came, homey..."![]()
My mother is a fucking loon.
Yesterday morning her husband drove her to a hospital appointment and went to wait in the carpark. When she was done, she tried to call him but his phone went to answerphone, so she deduced that he must have parked in a signal blackspot.
Ok.
At this point your sane person would leave a message, settle down in the café with a coffee and a broadsheet, and chill until he thought to check.
Nope.
At this point my mother hops on a bus, knowing that it takes many hours and several changes to get home, and leaves an answerphone message on my phone that I should contact my stepfather and tell him. She left a message because I didn't answer. I didn't answer because, as everyone has known for several years, I have no signal at work. If it's important people can call the office, but my cell is dead.
... I'm not quite sure what magical powers I would have used to inform her husband. In a carpark somewhere miles away. With no phone signal.
It reminded me of the yo-yo of my childhood of being constantly belittled, until something went wrong and I was expected to magically fix it for her.
It's a wonder I survived to adulthood.
Even though the ending is a bit of a jazz-handy meh sign off to the high-kinetic killer tension of the rest of the movie, I agree with you. I still remember it as a supremely visceral theater viewing, along with There Will Be Blood, which was around the same time. Kinda hard to find that these days.
I just love this part in the convenience store...
https://thumbs.gfycat.com/AliveTotalBasenji-small.gif
...Chighur was like, "yoooo...you don't know how close you just came, homey..."![]()
You should write a book. Seriously.