Yesterday was 10 years since Layne Staley’s death. I never cared for Alice in Chains but somehow I think about this guy pretty regularly. The end of his life is without question my worst nightmare, in that he was dead in his apartment for two weeks before anyone noticed. And then it was only because his accountant saw that he’d stopped withdrawing money from his checking account and asked someone from his family to look in on him. Just the thought of being that alone. It happens.
“Mystery Science Theater 3000 inhabits a special place in entertainment history: it was the culmination of a curatorial tradition developed by the TV hosts of Saturday afternoon creature-features, and the predecessor to the more universal, arguably less sophisticated snarkiness enabled by the Internet. As such it is a flagship, sailing forth from the Gilded Age of Snark, worthy of respect and admiration. Bow your heads when you speak its name.” — aberjona: Things I did not know in my 30s that I know now (not a continuing series) (via l3fan-o-rama)
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I had a couple I’m angry ones after work today.
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Howlin’ Wolf
You said it would be a vacation! A vacation from ourselves!
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No.. Just no Netflix.