Time keeps on slippin’, into the future.
COLUMNS
I think it’s kind of funny. I think it’s kind of sad. The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I ever had.
No more negative talk. From here on, this film is known as Repli-Can!
Please welcome, Marky Mark and the Monkey Bunch!
Hey Joe, whadda ya know?
Now you see him, now you see him again.
From Pitch Black to Red Planet, the year 2000 covered the spectrum.
How is it that not one of these characters is called Maurice, the gangster of love?
I’m watching so you don’t have to.
Is there life on Mars?
Did someone say g-g-g-ghosts?
I’m a hollow man. Nobody sees it, but I’m hollowed out.
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky. Paint it black.