Funny, because last night we were walking home late from a party and distinctly heard a couple off in the dark having a very good time together. Was this condom stepped on in or near a cemetery?

TBC is an excellent choice. Speaking as a boomer. I make a point of watching it every ten years or so, and like all of the best movies, it's different every time. Which is to say it's a good yardstick to measure how my response to its messages change over the years. Of course, younger people have lived in a world that was altered by this movie. At the time, using the Stones "You Can't Always Get What You Want" as the soundtrack while showing close ups of the dressing of a corpse was edgy and cool in a way that big movies hadn't been for a while. Ditto the entrepreneur giving out free pairs of his brand of running shoes for everyone. Lots of eye rolling at the time, but, to be real, it was at his house and on his dime.
Selling out may be the overt theme of TBC, but self-regard is the powerful subtext. That makes it the best boomer movie, because the characters are tormented by their compulsion to constantly regard their self-regard. They mostly haven't found any way out of the trap, which, as the movie sells us, is love. And rock and roll, of course. The Baffler article concludes: "Along with the shrinking of the middle class came the neoliberal reforms that seamlessly blended every aspect of culture with an overly privatized civil society and an anemic economy. In an Orwellian turn, the word “reform” has come to mean privatization. We create content for Twitter for free. We’re saddled with almost incomprehensible levels of debt from school. Ideas are “branded” before their umbilical cords are even cut. To sell out or not sell out isn’t a choice that we get to make. We’re forced to sell out, without even really getting to cash in." Such innocent times.

it's the best!

bowing the strings of electric guitars with short lengths of pvc pipe for 10 minutes? check.

(edited to indicate that I'm totally good with that)

My local grocery chain "Giant" has what they call their "Finest" generic brand, but we always call them "Fine-Assed!" because they are often as good or better for less money than the name brand next to them. It involves a little trial and error. As for that Lbs to Ozs stuff, you'll have to do some calculatin'. Being familiar with basic maths is vital for living on the bottom, otherwise you might not recognize a good deal (or a miss-priced item!) when it appears.

"...a new wave of popularity to fascism" Is it possible to be a fascist ironically? Does Nazism gain or lose power by becoming a fashion statement?

It's all right in this video... https://youtu.be/PFp0ZV0cmcU

Gobekli Tepe! I hope you raised a beer to those ancients while you were there.

Eh, gotta disagree with that last statement, sport. (Merlin)

idk, you might surprise yourself with something. just let go of it, watch some birds in the snow for like an hour.

You may depend upon it.

an I say "Dawg Nutz!"

Maybe some form of art or music? I've done music since my teens. The thing about the arts is that the feeling of being unable to be good at them is the reason they exist, contrary to what you may have heard about becoming rich and famous! That's only what it looks like from the outside. Scratch any successful artist and an insecure person bleeds. Take a shot at expressing that feeling.

The CIA has advice for people like Ms. Wadas on its website: “For your security, if you are interested in or have applied for a job at CIA, do not follow us on social media.”

weeds 'em out

It's the price government must pay to distract from the fact that the rumble at the capitol was allowed to happen for reasons of politics. If they were to just go back to the usual high security policing system there some folks might start asking questions about its effectiveness, and the investigation into who really encouraged the events of that day (or merely looked the other way, which amounts to the same thing) would get serious. We love our police state, don't we folks?

Let the I Ching be your guide.

Where I live there's a major highway which divides an area of curvy, wide, 25 mile per hour suburban streets from the crowded, higher speed commercial streets. The bus stops are all on this highway, but if you should be so unfortunate as to actually work in the commercial area (where all the jobs are, naturally) you'll find yourself walking for up to a mile along these horrible streets with no sidewalks, no shoulders to speak of, no crossings at the many traffic lights, and spotty lighting. When it was developed it wasn't zoned to require sidewalks. The idiot township commissioners are elected by the powerful farming lobby here, who obviously don't care about people riding the bus out from the city to work.
So yeah, it's a cross-country walk for them if they want to live. I love democracy!

are you talking about ball hair or head hair?

man, I feel ya

or Landy shot for Landrew?