Bubs looks pissed.

Rocks back and forth for slightly too long

No.

Derp, I conflated him with Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Former sportsmen who had roles in zany comedies (Simpson in The Naked Gun, Abdul-Jabbar in Airplane!)

Look at my horse, my horse is so stabby, give it a lick! MMM! It tastes like Damascus.

It’s a reference to the night that Domino’s ran out of pizza.

June 12, 1994. Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ron Goldman are stabbed to death. The police suspect Nicole’s ex-husband, famed NBA basketball NFL football (derp) player turned actor OJ Simpson, of the murder. OJ is declared a fugitive and a manhunt begins.

June 17, 1994. He is spotted riding as a passenger in his friend’s white 1993 Ford Bronco SUV. An epic police chase ensued, heavily covered by the media. Mind you this was in LA, the place is lousy with news choppers. The chase lasted two hours and made for absolutely riveting TV. Americans across the continent were glued to their televisions. Domino’s posted record sales that night as people across the nation suddenly changed their dinner plans.

The chase lasted two hours and resulted in a ridiculously high profile murder trial, in which OJ was acquitted, only to go on to write a book titled “(if) I Did It.”

That’s why Americans still associate the Ford Bronco with OJ Simpson.

I have had so much more trouble with Windows than Linux.

They give Hannibal Lecter vibes. “This is what we make him wear so he can’t eat anyone.”

That may be the one specific film where that part of the trope comes from, kind of like how Return of the Living Dead is the one and only origin of zombies eating brains.

Point is, the general public has a fully formed, detailed idea of what a movie zombie is, and not a single movie depicts zombies in exactly that way.

No. I do not consent.

My horse is amazing!

Careful analysis of the photographic evidence leads me to believe Beri succeeded in sniffing the phone.

Oh I’ll fully believe it originated in the sport of hockey, it’s just, the media I’ve been exposed to during my one brief human existence has caused me to associate it more with chainsaw maniacs than the sport of hockey. Even if that isn’t actually a thing either.

Hollywood has tried to make supermodels into movie stars before. Pam Anderson is the one that jumps to mind, Have you ever seen Barb Wire?

The stereotypical movie zombie holds his arms out in front of them in the sleepwalk pose, shuffles slowly forward, and mindlessly mutters “Braaaaaains.”

If there is a movie featuring zombies exactly like that, it’s going to be surprisingly recent. The outstretched arms comes from Boris Karloff’s The Mummy, though a lot of 40’s and 50’s era monster movies would depict whatever monster–Frankenstein, Dracula, whatever, reaching forward to grasp their victim.

The modern American pop-culture zombie basically begins with George Romero’s Night of the Living Dead in which the zombies do move slowly, they don’t say anything, and they aren’t particularly associated with brains.

The brains thing comes from Return of the Living Dead whose zombies are hungry for brains, but these zombies are fully sentient, they’re capable of solving problems, Tarman rigs up a winch to pull open a door, they can speak and understand English, one uses a radio, and depending on their state of decomposition they’re able to move like normal humans.

28 Days Later features zombies that are fast and aggressive rather than slow and shambling. The Walkers from The Walking Dead don’t speak at all and aren’t specifically brain hungry. Other than very intentional parodies, I can’t find a single film that depicts the stereotypical movie zombie.

You know…that kind of mask, the plastic shell that sits close to the face you called a hockey mask…I’ve never seen a hockey player wear one of those, a hockey mask looks like this:

And, possibly because of a brief scene in Christmas Vacation where Clark Griswold wears a hockey mask in order to chainsaw the root ball off the tree, I grew up thinking it was simply chainsaw PPE.

Back in my day we called it teabagging, but every generation comes up with its own slang.

Cats are smart, they’re just independent enough that it makes them useless for most jobs. Cats have more sensitive noses than bloodhounds, but you’ll hold up the escaped prisoner’s shirt and say “sniff! Sniff! Now go get him!” and the cat will say “Pssh, you want him, you go get him.” and lay down and start licking a paw.

It ain’t just you. The director of Wonder Woman is on record saying she “worked around [Gadot’s] acting limitations.”

That’s Taco, because he’s Puttin’ On The Ritz.

It’s not a problem to smell like a man.

It is a problem to smell like the excrement of the microbiome that lives ON a man.