nov 19 in idea barrages

It’s a good thing Hoobastank disappeared like the stank of a Hooba grazing in the distance on a stiff breeze before we had the cross-promotion of Hoobastank Hubba Bubba gum, that phrase would’ve sprained vocal cords.

I wonder if during Clint Eastwood’s tenure as mayor of Carmel-By-The-Sea California, he ever ran afoul of a local eccentric and was like “Carmel Police, arrest this man, He talks in maths. He buzzes like a fridge. He’s like a detuned radio.”

Try to convince furries that Joey Lawrence’s character on BLOSSOM was the first furry with his catchphrase “o-WOAH”. That’ll put a kink in their suits.

Basically, this is a horror movie like BIRDBOX or A QUIET PLACE where you just have to suppress one sense… but it’s just your sense of smell, not even sound or sight, and we’re even screwing that up.

If you’re gonna write a mediocre detective novel, make the lead investigator named “Frank Young” so you could go with the title “FY, I” and just hope you can coast on the cleverness of the title.

An elven crackpot cult leader called Elrond Hubbard.

A society that, in the face of a pandemic, went crazy making sure they could wipe their own asses but won’t even bother to not breathe plague on each other. We’re living in a satire of America that just happens to be true.

If you kill someone with kindness in Mortal Kombat, that’s a baetality.