Reading things like this make me feel less crazy haha, I have close to 1000 pieces to my unicorn collection and I love ea and every one of them
If at any time you are looking for a good home for any of these collectibles, I would be very interested in the push in the top left corner..have had the same one since I was a child,and would give her a loving home :)
I thought the Monitor solved all of this multiverse crap during the Crisis.
Yes Narwhals are real!
My children's book, 'The Adventures of Miki the Narwhal' (Amazon) teaches children, .and some parents too, about the reality of these creatures. (The name Miki is Inuit meaning small)
I too am amazed that so many people think that they are mythical. In the 16th century the tusks were sold as unicorn horns, and were valued at more than gold.
Geez, guys...a little harsh, aren't we? Or am I missing something?
So here is my Bill Murray story....this past September my husband and I were getting off a plane at the Charleston airport coming back from a wedding in Lake Tahoe, CA. Needless to say, we were very travel-weary and not looking forward to going back to the "real world". Suddenly, my husband noticed a man following us through the terminal. I happened to be wearing a Charleston Rainbows T-shirt (so glad I picked that shirt this particular day!) and Mr. Murray approached us to talk about my shirt (for those of you who don't know, Bill is part owner of the Riverdogs, which used to be called the Rainbows back in the day). He asked where I got my shirt, and I told him they were selling them at the Riverdogs stadium now. He was interested in what company made the shirt, which was written right across the front, under the word "Rainbows", and the shirt was a tight t-shirt, and the words happened to go right across my chest, you get the picture. He bent down to look at the words and then held his hand out like he was going to move the shirt so he could see it better, and then looked up in me and in perfect deadpan said, "Do you mind?" I am usually an idiot around famous people, but I did give a great response: "Sure, but only because it is you". I mean, my husband was standing right there and I probably would have let Bill make out with me if he wanted, I am such a huge fan. He laughed and we chatted about how fun Riverdogs games are, and he said "You know, a bucket of beer and a pickledog, that’s all you really need". He was so nice and seemed genuinely interested in talking about the Riverdogs with my husband and me. One of the best moments of my life!
Baby Ruth? Meatballs?? You, sir, are an idiot.
steve, let me begin by saying that if you are coming here to criticize a film critic's writing, then it would probably be best if you knew which film the Baby Ruth joke was in.
Secondly, if you cannot master the difference between "your" and "you're" then you're probably not going to enjoy it when someone points out your mistakes to you.
See how I did that? Clean, huh?
Now, there are probably more movies not mentioned in here besides "Buffalo" and, honestly, only a head-up-their-ass-drug-addled-college kid who just managed to stagger through "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" because someone mentioned it had a lot of dope in it would bring that up particular piece of movie-making train wreckage.
So, to you and the Colonel - lighten up, Francis.
I will be sure to pass along your comments to Mr. Hanke, Colonel. I am sure he take them to heart.
How can you forget Where the Buffalo Roam, wherein Murray played the legendary Hunter S. Thompson? Congrats on a horrendous article. I concur with Col. Angus. By the way, did you realize you referred to yourself ("I") three times in the first sentence of the second paragraph? And not liking Lost In Translation-- you're obviously too ill-equipped upstairs to wrap your head around it. You're writing is embarrassing. And you call yourself a critic? Your words are wrought with cliche. Here's a reference to a film that "wasn't your cup of tea"-- has the City Paper fallen this far as to print articles which resemble that which the Baby Ruth in Meatballs resembled?
Mr. Murray comes by our shop in downtown Charleston from time to time, and he is a very genial, relaxed fellow. It really is a pleasure to interact with him, and while in our heads we might be thinking "That's Bill Freakin' Murray!", we always try to treat him as we would any other customer. I think he must appreciate that (who wouldn't), because he has come back several times.
In the Hollyweird world of Tiger Blood swilling, jewelery theivin', coked-up flash in the pan celebutantes, it certainly is nice to count Mr. Murray as "one of ours", if only in a small way.
Considering just his existing body of work, if he does not receive a lifetime acheivment award from the Academy, it will be an absolute travesty.
Bill might find this cringeworthy, but I still laugh out loud every time I hear the line, "I smell varmint poontang, and the only good varmint poontang is dead varmint poontang, I think."
I saw Mr. Murray once at the Mt. Pleasant Target. I thought I handled myself well, and kept away from any public displays of stupidity.
At least, that's what I remember. According to mrs. catastrophe, I threw myself at the man, begging him to sign my chest or the rear-end of one of my children. I told him I wanted to splice our DNA together and that I had a script I wanted him to read and another I wanted him to burn (Ghostbusters 3).
I tried to take off my shirt and show him the scar from my surgery five years ago. Wait. The surgery was five years ago, I took my shirt off recently.
In the end, Target's manager apparently called the police. By that time, I had grabbed a few bags of gummy bears from the candy aisle was dunking them in cola and throwing them on cars in the parking lot. I think Mr. Murray had left by this time, as I don't recall him joining in the fun with me.
Everytime i see him i run through all my favorite Ghostbuster lines and wonder if it would be stupid to casually drop on in convo with him... of course it would be!
Bill's children go to the same school as my mine and he is just a regular dad, picking up, dropping off, going to sporting events, at fundraisers, etc. Great guy!!! But it is so hard not to go all stupid every time I see him....IT'S BILL MURRAY!!!
You are a very young person, are you not? I believe that you are in the wrong field. You are a poor writer and seem stupid. Your entire piece is rife with douchechills, but to mention only the first (and leaving alone the ugly and bizarre concept that someone in film criticism could reach, assumedly, adulthood and "not realize" they're a Bill Murray fan), "Mr." Murray doesn't feel slighted. You really must take some time and try to figure out why you should be embarrassed for that sentence. There are a number of reasons and they're quite obvious. By the way, Bill Murray is the star of Ghostbusters. The star can't steal the show. Retire.
What a nice piece, you can get a ful scope of "hootie's" life and career in a couple of minutes, loved it. Look forward to the next piece.
Thanks a lot.
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