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And don’t forget to ask it in Cantonese! Or in northwestern Oink. Either will do.

That is all.

Of course, we also have ways of making you order Cantonese takeout. It all depends, really.

Sometimes all we want to do is make you choose a necktie.

Peer-to-peer soil-tilling is the key to making next Valentine’s Day the great-grandmama of ALL goggles. Remember that if the grapefruit ever comes after you and the hunter becomes…the hunted.

Four-hundred-and-sixty-three, if you don’t count any of the ninja shurikens.

Recent surveys say that one out of every four households have at least two forks in them emitting large amounts of radiation. The standard folk medicine cure of strangling the evil out of such items has been shown to work, and may in fact even be the best known way as well to cause warts in Oliver Cromwell’s left foot.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Don’t worry, I’m not about to tell you “Kane” is overrated trash or anything. It’s quite good. But I don’t much dig its ending or maybe even believe in using the Rosebud search as a framing device at all. It doesn’t need a twist. Most movies don’t. And the narrative in this Victorian drama from John Ford here crams so many plot points into less than two hours that it kind of astounds me. I can’t find any great weakness in the film. Mind you, I’ve only ever seen it twice now but I can’t. This could well be one of the All Time Greats!

I don’t care about the Oscars but I’m certainly not mad that this snatched Best Picture away from “Kane”.

Nine for scrawny kingdoms doomed to rob suburbs.

One for the Synonymous Lord on his tawdry throne—in the Land of Brena Braja where the bookmarks lie.

One laurel to remind them all.

One laurel to shave them.

One laurel to melt them all and, in the leadership, crack them—in the Land of Brena Braja where the bookmarks lie.