Reviews

If I had to pick one word to sum up this series, it would be that. Familia. Mi familia (in italics). (And again, this time in bold and italics:) mi familia.

Familia is about more than just gathering around the hearth and eating scotch eggs together on Christmas Eve. It's about driving your cars too fast, everybody's cars. And that's what this movie does--it drives the car that is my heart, and it drives it fast, and it drives it well.

So pull up a bean bag chair. Pour a glass of warm vermouth. Toast to life. Familia.

My pal Rodney and I were standing in his backyard one day. "You see that gazebo over there?" he said, pointing at his gazebo. "That gazebo doubles as an excellent ham smoker. Heck, ever since I got that gazebo, I've probably smoked 47 or 48 hams in there. And some other meats. What makes that gazebo such an excellent smoker is that it's open to the wind. Which makes it perfect for smoking ham, because you got all that air coming in, all that oxygen. And the smoke is always escaping, which is perfect for the ham. See, you don't want all that smoke to just pool in one place. It's gotta have somewhere to go. Yup. Pretty darn good place to smoke hams. That gazebo." "Oh, wow," I said.

Lick the pine in a log cabin. "Clarisse". The voice comes from the corner of the womb. "Clarisse". The voice causes Lactade to pour from the fungus of a god. A hoof busts through the roof. Someone in Pennsylvania wakes up having a minor heart attack. Due to a severe storm, the phone lines are out. What should have been minor becomes major.

Saw a couple aphids gettin' grimy out in the pasture. Reminded me of my wife. The ole ball and chain. The ole hammer and sickle. The ole cocaine and baby laxative. Made me think about deuce-worn flies in the heat of a Midwest summer.

The cast, the crew, the humans-- everyone did a great job for this episode. Heath Blanchard had a particularly great performance as the one and only Kurt Stryker Mays. The whole episode made me want to bloody the cobblestones with my headjuice.

This is probably one of the most fishing movies I've ever seen. The main character and his brother are brought together by fishing. The movie (motion picture) is set in Montana.

This caps off the series nicely in an unnecessary sort of way. The ole dang gosh darn king is coming for a visit, and for some dang darn ole reason everyone gives a hoot. They shoulda just not cared that the king was coming. In fact they shoulda told the ole gosh darn dang ole king not to come at all.

In the background of one scene, one can see Kublyshenko's famous painting "Man Sticking Head Out of Truck" hung up on a wall in Karsten's casa. I was wondering: Did they use the real painting (through lease with a museum) for this scene, or is it merely a facsimile? Thank you.

They have a movie player now. You just have to click "play" on the play button. I was surprised at what Roscoe did in regards to Howard within this episode.

Troubled by a thought. This is the tale of a horrible ladybug (and other ladybugs). Murderer of innocent aphids. The aphids are just trying to live their lives. The dastardly humans help the ladybugs destroy the aphids. A cloud drifts past the scene. The cloud puts on its headphones, not wanting to listen to the echoing sorrows.

Have you ever noticed that? I mean when you rub 'em. I just noticed.

My buddy Zeke Picard gave me a bottle of Zorth. Pretty good stuff. Made way for new cobwebs.

I like this video and song a great deal. This is good, I recommend it.

The first third took some time building up steam. But the second and third third really sell the plot and storyline. I recommend this one.

Rust to dust. The desert has some fibers that occasionally appear like they would in a forest. I guess that part is not much different. That was my main thought process when Hooper cooked the quivering troubadour, anyway.

"The cause--something you never dared to be accomplished..." This episode reminded me of the Dionysian Rites. I had a friend named Helicopter Pilot Murph. I had to turn against him. His remainers did not understand the sacrifice I made to honor the Slime God. I had a Buick Enclave that had to be destroyed for the cause. I put a hedgehog in a Jeep and gave it the wheel. It drove that thing to Socorro. I had a brick farm that went under due to debt. There were a couple collectors that I put in a swamp. They survived. They killed my brick crops and they put a brand on my ass.