Before we met, my wife had Saint Arnold glasses, one Lawnmower and one wildflowers of Texas. Her roommate broke them. She spoke of them so wistfully I tried to order them through the website, but they no longer offered them. I don't think I've ever actually had the beer but always wanted to try it.

He's one of those artists I generally like *and* I agree with the haters!

Faith and I listened to Allentown recently for reasons and boy, is that a bad song.

I'm guessing Diamond is sweeter, Lime is tangier.

Gonna get freaksome tonight

I have to say that your injury did not particularly alter or impact my life in any memorable way and for that I thank you.

Also: In the first half, the score feels like it's tying it together in a way that's unusual for a Coen film. Not quite sure I can put a finger on it, but Carter Burwell is the MVP providing the emotional throughline that draws us in.

Something about the first scene with her and Le Boeuf that feels… comfortable somehow. Like everyone involved is effortlessly acing it on a scene that is not a big scene. Also features a J. Todd Anderson reference!

This thread inspired me to watch it tonight whilst the wife slept on me. I'm destroyed.

Parthenope and Landman Meet Frankenstein