#larry cranston

[haveyouseenthisromcom]

#movies #polls #larry crowne #tom hanks #julia roberts #bryan cranston #ended #result: unheard of

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

I also love how even as Tarantinoesque as Breaking Bad is, mentioning "Mr. White" without context clues like the word "yo" or other guys named Mr. [color] is likely to piss off fans of Breaking Bad and Reservoir Dogs by confusing them as to which one you're talking about.

#my complex feelings on tarantino #quentin tarantino #reservoir dogs #harvey keitel #mr. white #mr white #larry dimmick #vince gilligan #breaking bad #bryan cranston #walter white

[tinyreviews]

The Harvard rival B-plot sticks out. It’s kinda forced and contrived, and definitely feels like it’s added so the script can stick to a formula. But somehow, the good feels outweigh the contrivances.

Jerry & Marge Go Large is a 2022 American comedy film directed by David Frankel and written by Brad Copeland. Based on Jason Fagone's 2018 HuffPost article of the same name, the film stars Bryan Cranston and Annette Bening. 

#jerry and marge go large #bryan cranston #annette bening #larry wilmore #comedy #based on real life #movie review #2022 #lottery

[larrywilmore]

So excited for you all to see this! Coming June 17th on Paramount+

#larry wilmore #bryan cranston #Paramount+ #Jerry and marge go large #lottery

[c-k-mack]

Larry Crowne is one of those great rom-cons where the romance is almost entirely incidental. Mostly it’s a story about change and economics.

Written by Tom Hanks and Nia Vardalos (My Big Fat Greek Wedding) The ensemble cast is full of multi-dimensional characters of balanced gender/race/ethnicity and works well for a modern six degrees of separation.

#Larry crowne #tom hanks #julia roberts #wilmer valderrama #pam grier #cedric the entertainer #taraji p. henson #bryan cranston #rami malek #maria canals barrera #george takei #rob riggle #randall park

[milliondollarbaby87]

Jerry & Marge Go Large (2022) Review

Jerry & Marge Go Large (2022) Review

Based on a very true story about Jerry and Marge Selbee who keep winning the lottery after Jerry figures out a loop hole in the system after using Maths to work it all out, seeing this as a chance to enjoy retirement and help out friends and family in their small town. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (more…)

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#2022 #Ana Cruz Kayne #Ann Harada #Anna Camp #Annette Bening #Biography #Brad Copeland #Bryan Cranston #Cheech Manohar #Colton Whitfield #Comedy #David Frankel #Devyn McDowell #Don Stallings #Favorite Drama #Jackson Whitfield #Jake McDorman #Jason Fagone #Jerry & Marge Go Large #Larry Wilmore #Lindsay Rootare #Michael McKean #Paramount+ #Rainn Wilson #Review #Subhash Mandal #Tracie Thoms #Uly Schlesinger

[daresplaining]

Mike Murdock vs. the Daredevil Baddies

The Final Scores!

Round 1: Mike Murdock vs. The Matador WINNER: Mike Murdock (86.3% to 13.7%)

Round 2: Mike Murdock vs. The Ani-Men WINNER: Mike Murdock (90.9% to 9.1%)

Round 3: Mike Murdock vs. José Quesada (Earth-701306)  WINNER: Mike Murdock (90.9% to 9.1%)

Round 4: Mike Murdock vs. Muse WINNER: Mike Murdock (57.7% to 42.3%)

Round 5: Mike Murdock vs. Stunt-Master WINNER: Mike Murdock (76.5% to 23.5%)

Round 6: Mike Murdock vs. The Gladiator WINNER: Mike Murdock (67.6% to 32.4%)

Round 7: Mike Murdock vs. Leap-Frog WINNER: Mike Murdock (65.6% to 34.4%)

Round 8: Mike Murdock vs. Death-Stalker WINNER: Mike Murdock (75% to 25%)

Round 9: Mike Murdock vs. Cobra and Mr. Hyde WINNER: Mike Murdock (80.4% to 19.6%)

Round 10: Mike Murdock vs. The Owl WINNER: Mike Murdock (72.5% to 27.5%)

Round 11: Mike Murdock vs. The Jester WINNER: Mike Murdock (78.7% to 21.3%)

Round 12: Mike Murdock. vs. Typhoid Mary WINNER: Typhoid Mary (56.3% to 43.8%)

Thanks again to everyone who voted! For those curious, if Mike had beaten Typhoid, this is what was in store for him:

Mr. Fear (Larry Cranston)

Ikari

Stilt-Man

Lady Bullseye

Purple Man

Kingpin

The Beast

Bullseye

Mephisto

And finally, if Mike had managed to make it this far...

Elektra Natchios (who I don't actually consider to be a villain, of course, but my game, my rules.)

#Mike Murdock vs. the DD Baddies

[marvelman901]

Over the Edge vol 1 1 (1995) . ... And Fear Will Follow! . Written by Ralph Macchio Penciled by Robert Brown Inked by Mike Witherby Colors by Glynis Oliver Lettered by Jon Babcock Edited by James Felder . Mister Fear 3 (Larry Cranston) was back, looking for revenge against Daredevil... . See more relevant content here: #marvelman901overtheedge #marvelman901daredevil #marvelman901mrfear #marvelman901robertbrown . #daredevil #overtheedge #90s #mrfear #fear #ralphmacchio #robertbrown #defenders (på/i New York, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp0LnEQt6EY/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#marvelman901overtheedge #marvelman901daredevil #marvelman901mrfear #marvelman901robertbrown #daredevil #overtheedge #90s #mrfear #fear #ralphmacchio #robertbrown #defenders

[riilsports]

RIIL and Amica Mutual Pavilion announce Boys & Girls Divisional Basketball Championships moving back to the AMP

February 16, 2024

Seven Divisional Finals to be played March 4-6

BY CAROLYN THORNTON

Rhode Island Interscholastic League

(PROVIDENCE, R.I.) - The RIIL and Amica Mutual Pavilion announced today that the finals of the RIIL Boys & Girls Divisional Basketball Championships will be played, March 4-6, at the AMP in Downtown Providence. The slate will comprise seven championships – Boys Divisions I, II and III and Girls Divisions I, II, III and IV. 

“We are excited that the Road to the Ryan Center for the Credit Union State Championships will also now include a stop in Providence at the AMP for the RIIL Boys & Girls Divisional Championship games,” RIIL Executive Director Mike Lunney said at a Friday morning press conference. 

“Through a coordinated effort between the RIIL, [AMP General Manager] Larry Lepore, [Rhode Island Convention Center Authority Executive Director] Dan McConaghy and their staff over the last couple of years, we worked through some significant logistical challenges," Lunney said. "Ultimately, thanks to everyone’s persistence and especially thanks to the support of our friends at Amica Mutual, we're happy to say that the RIIL Boys and Girls High School Basketball Division Championships are coming back to Providence.” 

From 1981 to 2004, the Providence Civic Center was the home of the RIIL Boys and Girls Division Basketball Championships. 

“During those 23 years, high school basketball players across the state dreamed of having the opportunity to play at this great facility,” Lunney said. “I had the opportunity to take two teams to the Civic Center as head coach of the Portsmouth High School boys basketball team in 1996 and 1997. So I know how special this experience is for kids.” 

Quarterfinal round games will be played Feb. 26 and 27 at the home sites of higher-seeded teams. 

The semifinal rounds will be played March 1-3 at East Providence High School, Cranston East High School, Cumberland High School and Rhode Island College. 

The Divisional Finals will then be played over a three-day period at the AMP beginning on March 4 with the title games for Girls Division IV (4 p.m.), Girls Division III (6 p.m.) and Boys Division III (8 p.m.). The Girls Division III (6 p.m.) and Boys Division III (8 p.m.) championship games will be played on March 5. The Girls Division I (6 p.m.) and Boys Division I (8 p.m.) finals will be played on March 6. 

“We look forward to putting on a first-class event,” said Lunney. “And I know that there is tremendous excitement among our 102 boys and girls high school basketball teams, who have been battling it out all season long for the chance to create their own special memories on the court right here at the AMP.” 

Dan McConaghy recalled having the opportunity to play for La Salle Academy in what was then known as the Class A Championship at the Civic Center back in 1985. Although the Rams lost a 75-73 heartbreaker to Classical in a game that went into triple overtime, McConaghy says he will never forget what a special experience it was to play at the Civic Center.

"It was a really, really memorable experience for me, just to be able to walk in and look around and know that you were playing on the floor that PC played some of the greats here," he said. "I've been here now for three years. It's one of the most important things that I wanted to help bring back to the AMP because it was such an important experience for me as a young man and a boy at that time."

Friday's press conference also included a special dedication of the Media Room at the AMP in memory of late Providence Journal sports columnist Bill Reynolds. Larry Lepore, who had lobbied for the dedication of the room, and Reynolds' former Journal colleague Kevin McNamara offered a tribute to Bill, who was a sports columnist at the ProJo for nearly 40 years and also authored several award-winning books. Governor Dan McKee signed the Bill making the media room dedication official, as Bill Reynolds' longtime partner Liz Abbott looked on.

"I think it's only fitting, too, that we're going to be honoring Bill Reynolds because as we all know . . . Bill Reynolds was synonymous with basketball, and he definitely had an affinity for high school basketball," Lunney added. "For someone that grew up in the East Bay, I know he's a Barrington guy and I crossed paths with him a lot. He knows what a special experience this is, so I think combining this press conference together is an important thing. You knew - and kids knew - that when he showed up to one of your games, it was a big game. So when he was covering it, it was a big deal. Definitely a great opportunity for us to recognize and remember Bill."

RIIL BOYS & GIRLS DIVISIONAL BASKETBALL CHAMPIONSHIPS 

Schedule 

QUARTERFINALS 

Quarterfinal round games to be played Feb. 26 and 27 at the home site of higher seeded teams. 

SEMIFINALS 

March 1 at East Providence High School 

Girls Division II Semifinals, 5:30 & 8 p.m. 

March 1 at Cranston East High School 

Girls Division IV Semifinals, 5:30 & 8 p.m. 

March 2 at East Providence High School 

Boys Division II Semifinals, noon & 2:30 p.m. 

March 2 at Cumberland High School 

Boys Division III Semifinals, noon & 2:30 p.m. 

March 2 at Cranston East High School 

Girls Division III Semifinals, noon & 2:30 p.m. 

March 3 at Rhode Island College 

Boys Division I Semifinals, noon & 2 p.m. 

Girls Division I Semifinals, 4 & 6 p.m. 

FINALS 

March 4 at Amica Mutual Pavilion (AMP) 

Girls Division IV Championship, 4 p.m. 

Girls Division III Championship, 6 p.m. 

Boys Division III Championship, 8 p.m. 

March 5 at Amica Mutual Pavilion (AMP) 

Girls Division II Championship, 6 p.m. 

Boys Division II Championship, 8 p.m. 

March 6 at Amica Mutual Pavilion (AMP) 

Girls Division I Championship, 6 p.m. 

Boys Division I Championship, 8 p.m. 

RIIL Executive Director Mike Lunney: "I know how special this experience is for kids.” 

Governor Dan McKee: "Bringing high school basketball into this facility is a big plus for our schools in the state."

R.I. Convention Center Authority Dan McConaghy: "It's one of the most important things that I wanted to help bring back to the AMP..."

Amica Mutual Pavilian GM Larry Lepore recalled how Bill Reynolds would sit in the media room with his chair facing the door "greeting others like he was the media ambassador."

#RIIL #AMP #Amica Mutual Pavilion #Amica #Mike Lunney #Basketball #RIIL Divisional Basketball Championships

[docrotten]

ALLIGATOR (1980) – Episode 241 – Decades of Horror 1980s

“Will you put that goddamn map away? Look, I gave you 78 men, you’ve got the National Guard, and he’s still loose in my city! And look at the hole he made!” Would that be a… manhole? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr – as they brave the body-strewn sewers populated by Alligator (1980).

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 241 – Alligator (1980)

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Decades of Horror 1980s is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of 1980s and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

A pet baby alligator is flushed down a toilet and survives in the city sewers. Twelve years later, it grows to an enormous size thanks to a diet of discarded laboratory dogs injected with growth hormones. Now, humans have entered the menu.

  Director: Lewis Teague 

Writers: John Sayles (screenplay); (story by) John Sayles, Frank Ray Perilli

Cinematographer: Joseph Mangine (director of photography)

Editing by: Larry Bock, Ron Medico (as Ronald Medico)

Special Effects Makeup: Robert Short

Special Effects:

Special effects coordinator: Richard O. Helmer

Special effects: William F. Shourt, Pete Girard, David Beasley, David Bartholomew, John Ramsey Jr. (as John Ramsey)

Gator operators: Kevin Blackton, Tom Goeken

Original alligator created by: The Stansbury Company

Miniatures: Bill Kaufman

Production Assistant/Effects Assistant: Bryan Cranston

Selected Cast:

Robert Forster as David Madison

Robin Riker as Marisa Kendall

Michael V. Gazzo as Chief Clark (as Michael Gazzo)

Dean Jagger as Slade

Sydney Lassick as Luke Gutchel (as Sidney Lassick)

Jack Carter as Mayor

Perry Lang as Officer Jim Kelly

Henry Silva as Col. Brock

Bart Braverman as Kemp

John Lisbon Wood as Mad Bomber

James Ingersoll as Scientist Arthur Helms

Robert Doyle as Bill

Patti Jerome as Madeline

Angel Tompkins as Newswoman

Sue Lyon as ABC Newswoman

Leslie Brown as Young Marisa

Buckley Norris as Bob

Royce D. Applegate as Callan

Mike Mazurki as Gatekeeper (as Michael Mazurki)

The Grue Crew chase down the classic creature feature Alligator starring Robert Forster. Writer John Sayles and director Lewis Teague turn the urban legend of flushing baby alligators, which in turn grow to sewer-dwelling alligator adults, into a full-fledged monster movie. How glorious! Silly hijinks and fun chomping ensue! What will the Grue Crew think of it?

At the time of this writing, Alligator is available for streaming from Shudder and Tubi, and asPPV from multiple sources. It is also available on physical media as Alligator – Collector’s Edition 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray [4K UHD] from Shout! Factory.

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Bill, will be Fear No Evil (1981), written and directed by Frank LaLoggia (Lady in White, 1988).

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the Gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the Gruesome Magazine website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at [email protected].

Check out this episode!

[thewestern]

Chapter 3

More than a Brewer, Hank considered himself to be a Publican. About beer, he really only knew enough to be dangerous, were his words. It’s true he had been a homebrewer since before indoor plumbing. Or electric light, as he’d alternatively self-deprecate. That was how he and Russ first made friends. Back then homebrewing was still technically illegal at the federal level, dating all the way to the Volstead Act, which as you know was enacted to carry out the intent of the Eighteenth Amendment, that prohibited the production, distribution and sale of alcoholic beverages, much to the consternation of a great many thirsty Americans. The Twenty-First Amendment, which subsequently repealed Prohibition, spelled out provisions for the legalisation of home winemaking but left out any mention of home beermaking. (The Nineteenth and Twentieth Amendments granted a woman’s right to vote, and reduced the lame duck period by moving up the start date of Presidential, Vice Presidential and Congressional terms, respectively.) An omission made either mistakenly, or more likely out of ignorance to the fact that any citizen would desire to do a thing as foolish as brew their own beer. In any case, for a time they were Outlaw Hobbyists, as Russ used to josh. About the only useful thing that hillbilly ever did was legalize our hooch, by Hank’s measure of things. He was referring of course to our Thirty-Ninth President, James Earl Carter, Jr., whose pen stroke amended the land of the law to allow for the private individual making of beer in one’s own garage, kitchen or wherever else they so pleased for the purpose of personal consumption. Funny story actually, about how it was that came to be. Some homebrew club with entirely too much time on their hands had lobbied their Senator, this guy Alan Cranston of California (the Senator’s other enduring contribution to the culture-at-large was to unwittingly precipitate the breakup of the seventies rock band, The Eagles, which followed a bitter bought of onstage bickering between founding members Glen Frey and Don Felder that occurred at a fundraising concert benefiting the Cranston reelection campaign committee), and he got it earmarked onto a considerably broader-scoped, omnibus-type transportation bill. Something or other having to do with excise taxes on commercial trucks. God Bless America.

For a homebrewer though Hank wasn’t worth a hoot, and he’d have happily told you so. He couldn’t see how they were very compatible skill sets anyway — brewing five gallons on your gas cooktop versus fifteen hectoliters with intent to distribute. That being said, a lot of amateurs had gone pro in those days — the first and second waves of the Craft Beer Revolution, such as it was. Wasn’t just Russ and him. (There was gold in them ales.) Some still do today, although homebrewing isn’t the popular craze it was once, what with so much else to do. On the computer and elsewhere.

Anyways at least to Hank the beer was always a means to an end. Even if the ends didn’t always quite seem to meet. That was the money though, and he wasn’t in it for that either. Only a damned fool would set his mind to brewing beer if all he really wanted was to hit paydirt. Go buy yourself a portfolio of condos or office buildings off Larry or one of his cronies. Then do absolutely nothing. That’ll return on your investment a fair sight faster than busting your ass to sell warm, flat beer to the yuppies that live and work in those condos or office buildings. 

Hank made beer because he was an engineer and that’s what engineers are inclined to do. Make things. Things that solve problems. Now, one doesn’t just start making things out of thin air from scratch. No, how you get good at making things is by taking other things apart. These are practice problems. Just find something. Could be anything. A thingamajig or a doohickey. Doesn’t even need to be broken. Better that it works perfect. Bought right off the rack, no assembly required. Now disassemble it entirely and then put it back together again. Or if you can’t get back to what it was, turn it into something else. Just mess with it. From when he was but a small lad to the day he presumably died, Hank was always messing with stuff. Household appliances, classic cars, air-to-surface missiles, vintage arcade games. That was engineering. One would engineer. Things that solved problems for some, and in the process quite often created them for others, as it were. Problems like carbon emissions, forever wars, you spending too much time on your dumb phone and so on. As a guilt-rid Catholic, his specific problem was he didn’t like drinking alone. Sure he’d do it, in a pinch, but he’d prefer the alternative of company. Therefore he Engineered beer quite simply so that he’d have people around with which to drink it. (The way he had it figured, when someone offers you a drink, it’s considerably harder to refuse when the offerer personally made the refreshment in question over a period of several weeks, months, or even years, as was sometimes the case at the Newfy. An engineer the likes of Hank would do well to think along those lines. Non-linearly.) 

Therein laid the Duality of Hank. Reclusive though he could often be in work and play, he loved people. In particular all the other loners out there. His fellow weary travelers, as he referred to them explicitly. Folks who Hank knew damn well would all drift away from themselves and others in such manners that caused great pains to all parties. Not that anybody had a choice in the matter. Because the most you can do is the best you can. That was an old Irish proverb he professed to liking. And also the other thing about being Irish was knowing the world was going to break your heart. Everyone he ever hung around had heard him say that a time or two. On the other hand, being Irish and a defeatist as he understood meant using your noggin to get your own relief ... let the world do its own spinning. Go down the pub and lift a pint with some company, you miserable cunt, you. 

So then it stands to reason, even if Russell were cooking up protestant beer for the Grace of Her Majesty the Queen, he wanted the space itself to have the genuine atmosphere of a proper Irish alehouse. Now to be clear, insofar as there was an appreciable difference between an Irish Inn and its English counterpart, Hank was not aware. For him it usually came down to more of a feel thing anyway. The room was of sufficient size, yes, but never at the expense of its snugness. Low ceilings, you know. Likewise, the lighting was dim, but also warm. Absorbed by dark stained wood paneling, exposed brick interiors. There was even an honest-to-goodness fireplace on the far corner from the front door, one of the handful which remained within the city limits for a commercially-zoned property. (Phase I woodburning stoves or fireplaces were expressly prohibited from being sold, resold or installed within CIty City and County limits, but this one had been grandfathered in for all perpetuity. Try as they might, the bloodsuckers at the Department of Excises and Licenses couldn’t do a damned thing about it.) 

The bartop itself was bespoke, built basically at-cost by a carpenter buddy of Russ’s. Another of his eternally outstanding debts. Also pro-bono, that same pal had painstakingly hand-carved the tap handles in the unapologetically phallic likenesses of famous spacecraft — the X-15, the Apollo 11 Command Module, the Space Shuttle Discovery, even the Soyuz rocket. (Worthy fucking adversary, Hank would grant them that.) All the ones that didn’t infamously explode or disintegrate, killing everyone on board. Then above there on the wall Hank had meticulously plotted an X-Y plane of bric-a-brac from his Private Collection. Just souvenirs and various other junk he’d taken home from his worldly travels, mostly gone undeclared. A string of Chinese lanterns, a parallel string of Tibetan prayer flags from Everest base camp. Some Mexican sugar skulls, an African fertility mask. That sort of thing … It’s a Small World, After All. Colonizing the global kitsch, regulars had hung their own private mugs, personalized each with nickname tags (Hello My Name Is: Skinny Guinea, Tooka, Wooski, Squeaky, Blue, Chocolate George, That’s Mister Diamond To You, Fetchin’ Gretchen a.k.a Her Majesty the Mucus Queen, etc.), other assorted decals advertising local businesses (e.g. Fort Bliss BBQ, Chavez Chavez y Cheeseburger) or advocating outdoor recreational nudity (i.e. SKI NAKED), and sometimes glitter. Also, lest we forget, hung as a warning to those who wished him ill, Hank displayed his private collection of exotic weapons — the aforementioned thunder bow, a machete (a word he made a point of pronouncing ma•sheh•tay, rather than the more Americanized muh•sheh•teh, which always drove the Mick up a separate wall), a mace (not to be confused with Mace, the brand of pepper spray … a mace, the club with a spiked head, swung on a chain to penetrate enemy armour), some ninja throwing stars, a fucking katana and a six iron, inarguably the most deadly of all golf clubs. All this, decorative chaos, orbited about a taxidermied bison head they all called Bertha; recall that all inanimate objects of worthy size or significance around the brewery were personified as such, with human names. Hank claimed he stole the beast right off its mount in a trophy room. It was at a dude ranch type-a place, owned by some big swinging dick or other, around or about the mid-to-late-seventies. Only thing I ever stole in my life, he testified to, perjuriously. (Notably, he had stolen away with Mary Ellen Moffet’s heart.) It’s a small man who hunts big game, only for the sport of the thing, as Hank had told the Mick. 

As brewpubs and breweries proliferated in the decades-plural following the New Frontier’s opening, it became architecturally fashionable to maintain an open floorplan, wherein the barroom or dining area occupied the same contiguous space as the brewery or the kitchen itself. The Newfy bucked this trend before it even began, secluding its brewhouse from view by the paying customer. Hank couldn’t understand for the life of him this fascination for seeing your beer get brewed or your supper get cooked. As a food service professional, he preferred to maintain the suspension of disbelief. Or to keep the element of surprise. 

###

COMIN’ OUT. 

Kitty and Mick passed through the swinging saloon door threshold, from the brewery into the bar proper. The place was utterly fucking packed, as was to be expected. There amid the fray was a local news cameraman setting up a tripod. Hank for his part had instituted a strict No Photography in the Bar policy, and even if he wouldn’t be there to enforce it, the Mick still felt compelled to see what all the fuss was. Surely you needed a permit or at the very least permission to film on the premises of a private business. He flipped up the bridge and delicately sidestepped his way through the maze of jutting elbows and hips on his way to the back corner booth. There was Grace, situated in the very same seat where he’d seen her some hours ago, albeit currently making out with a separate romantic partner. And now in the cold light of day no less. The Mick recognized the owner of the mouth that was vacuum-sealed onto his assistant brewer’s to be the sales rep from Trouble Brewing Inc., although her name eluded him. Last spring she sold him a keg of their Murderhorn Chocolate Stout for their guest tap. TBI was the sort of heavy metal-themed brewery in town, although they’d steadfastly denied as much to the Mick. We don’t have a theme … we’re not a fucking Bar Mitzvah, man. Whatever, was what the Mick thought, with emphasis, when he made that apparent faux pas in the course of this transaction. O rly? Then how come the only music you play is thrash. And all the beers are called, like, Mineshaft Collapse to Hell Hefeweizen. What about that all the fucking walls are painted vanta fucking black. Not because you’re the heavy metal-themed brewery, right? Fucking who gives a shit anyways.

The beer wasn’t halfway fucking bad though. 

The news camera pointed almost directly at Grace and her companera, making this out to be an especially public display of affection. Even moreso after the news cameraman turned on the accompanying flood light, no doubt ruining, or at the very least altering the mood. Registering her disapproval with this development, as well the presence of others for the first time in some minutes, Grace looked up with an perturbed expression. 

Sheepishly now she acknowledged the Mick, perhaps embarrassed to be caught in this intimate moment at her place of business for the second time in as many business days. For his part, having spent his career working in, or at least adjacent to a bar, the Mick had seen worse from worse. So it’s not as if Grace was in any danger of offending her boss’s delicate sensibilities. On the contrary, he was equally if not more so embarrassed, and wanted only for this interaction to end. Hoping to head off a conversation, Mick waved a tepid hand in the sales girl’s direction. The sales girl, whose name was Margot, by the way, smiled politely in return, and then without saying a word re-placed her tongue directly back onto Grace’s. Margot’s dark lipstick and eyeshadow — another coincidence, to be sure — contrasted quite sharply against her fair complexion and shoulder-length platinum hair, but not at all in a clashing way. By contrast, in a manner that complemented her au natural aesthetic, Grace was close-cropped brunette. Closer cropped than the Mick even, and he wasn’t shaggy by any stretch. That he could tell, Grace didn’t typically wear makeup, but you can bet she was wearing some of Margot’s now. 

Here Zeke materialized out of the melee. The Mick could see that he was perspiring through his shirt and his undershirt. Zeke had been mistaken to think he’d got it made in the shade, now that he’d gotten out of the keg-washing business. Event coordination was proving to be no walk in the park. No one in the over-capacity crowd could get a beer — to pick up the slack behind the bar, Kitty had instinctively started pouring — and now here was the local news to broadcast his failure across the Metro Area. It was all he could do to catch his breath and keep from crying. Now Zeke saw the Mick and without a word he embraced him. 

Bewildered to be held so closely by a colleague, the Mick did not reciprocate in kind. No matter, because Zeke had love to spare and then some. And also sweat. The Mick could feel the hot damp permeating through the four-some layers that separated their dermises. Zeke was the taller of the two by a good five inches, and with the much wider base to match. He had all the physical tools to be a blue-chip assistant brewer, the Mick thought wistfully. (Except for maybe lateral agility, that on which the Mick was willing to compromise.) He looked and felt like a small child there in his arms, embarrassed to be hugged by his mother in front of his classmates. In this moment of stillness, it occurred to the Mick how Zeke never had the pleasure with Hank, having arrived to the New Frontier shortly after his permanent departure. Since Grace replaced Zeke, obviously neither had she, met Hank. So then could it be that the void left by his absence had affected them in ways unknown? Surely Hank would have been pleased to see his spiritual presence linger on to inspire such emotional warmth, as well as the exchange of bodily fluid. Had Russ somehow survived to meet Zeke and Grace, meanwhile, there at the Newfy with the Mick and Kitty, he would have broke his neck all over again, tripping over another in a long queue of bad punch lines: A Jew, a Mexican gal, a Lesbian and a big Black guy walk into a bar ... well, fuck all … and then what happens? 

Ah, who gives a hoot.

Reinvigorated by the kindness of his friend and mentor the Mick, Zeke resolved to make the best of a difficult situation and do whatever he could to help. For a start, he set to bussing the minefield of partway empty pint glasses, stacking them from waist to shoulder-high, balanced delicately between his pronated palm and the crook of his neck. 

 Look at him go, the Mick marveled. As confounding as he found their behavior to be at times, he felt a trickling of pride reflecting on his first two full-time hires as acting chief of Newfy, Inc. — Zeke and Grace. Granted, the former had to be completely reassigned into an entirely made-up position within a summer, and now the latter was establishing a troubling pattern of using what was ostensibly her workplace for casual hookups. But then nobody’s perfect. 

Distracted by these meditations, everso brief which they were, the Mick had managed to forget what he was doing completely, standing as he was shoulder-to-shoulder amidst his apparent peers. Scanning the faces, many of whom should have been instantly familiar, they remained somehow just beyond the pale reaches of his cognitive grasp, as if he was in a dream state that was still buffering. It should have helped that most of those gathered to pay their respects did so representing their respective breweries’ merch — hats, t-shirts, hoodies … often all three at once … as if they were race car drivers in the criminally fan-underappreciated station wagon series — as was customary for Feist Week. If in case they got lost, they could easily be identified and returned to from whence they came. Some adhered to an unspoken dress code of craft beer-formal; after all a great man was presumed to be dead. In so doing that they wore long pants and closed-toe shoes, or their good sandals at a minimum. 

Due credit to the boys in the bluegrass band, who dressed like they were attending a funeral, albeit one in a different century altogether. Bowler hats, pocket watches, all wool everything. The standup bassist wore sleeve garters. Where in the world did he buy those? They all four harmonized around an old-timey microphone. Not the one you’re thinking of, that looks like a cheese grater. (A chrome chode, if you please.) Even older than that. This was shaped circular, like the back of a fan boat kind of. The model they’d have used for the news bulletins, simulcast before the picture show. 

News on the march! Krauts invade Polaks!   

Ongoing still, their more than ten-minute jam on MD — dudes, let’s really explore the space on this one … for Hank — was medleyed with a sepia-toned, instrumental waltz. They played their rearrangement slowed way down, on the line to where it wouldn’t even have been considered bluegrass. Not in the traditional sense. Because then at a certain tempo it just goes back to being folk music. To the Mick it sounded akin to the theme song for that Civil War documentary he’d watched all fifteenish hours of consecutively, one weekend when Kitty was away on a different bachelorette party. 

Boy this was song was a fucking bummer, thought the Mick. Like what you would play on the deck of a sinking ship. Mercifully, they offered a musical reprieve, returning to terra firma — the well-trod land of the Grateful Dead — from where they launched into a spirited rendition of Shakedown Street. Yet another of Hank’s all-timers; he even claimed to have witnessed its debut performance, at an area outdoor amphitheater. The Mick called most all of his many unsubstantiated claims into question and here was no exception.

All of a sudden, as the band rounded the last pre-chorus a commotion sounded about the opposite end of the bar from the Mick, by the front door. Did a cold draft just blow in? 

Nay.

The Mayor was making his entrance. 

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Daredevil (vol. 1) #91: Fear Is the Key!

Read Date: January 16, 2023 Cover Date: September 1972 ● Writer: Gerry Conway ● Penciler: Gene Colan ● Inker: Tom Palmer ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Artie Simek ● Editor: Roy Thomas ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● I wonder how much longer these will be based in San Francisco, or how long Natasha will be around. I know there's a temperature title change coming up soon. ● (pg 2) good lookin' out, Widow! ● (pg 3) now what? ● at least there's a pair of shapely asses

● here's this Danny French dude again. what's his deal? ● recently Daredevil has shifted from more of a romance comic to more of an international spy thriller feel. it's an interesting change for now, but I do miss NYC and the law office ● Natasha follows French to a building's subbasement, where she interrupts a sale of something in a box ● this artwork is fabulous though

● turns out the stuff in the box was just papers. Fredericks knew nothing about the "energy globe" until Widow said something ● Fredericks leaves, and Natasha accuses French of using the globe against her and Daredevil (fear attacks) ● uh-oh, is this gonna be Karen 2.0? ● Mr. Fear attacks DD on a rooftop, but DD had prepared a gaseous antidote. Mr. Fear knows DD's name… I can't remember when that happened ● I'm … not really sure what's going on in this issue ● Larry Cranston is apparently Mr. Fear ● he'll probably die since he knows Matt's secret ● (exactly 1 panel later) yup ● 👏👏

Synopsis: Falling down to the street below, Daredevil is saved by the Black Widow who overcomes her sudden bout of fear. However, DD gets chewed out by the Widow who is fed up for the lack of thanks she receives for helping him out. The Widow then tails Danny French to a meeting where she believes he is trying to sell off the Project 4 globe and attempts to stop the deal. Realizing she had made a mistake and that the deal had nothing to do with Project 4, she finally agrees to help Danny finish their mission. After Daredevil takes up a job working for Jason Sloan's law firm, he resumes his patrols as Daredevil, and is confronted by a new Mr. Fear. Battling Fear on the roof of Sloan's law firm it is revealed that this Fear knows Daredevil's secret identity. Unmasked, Fear is revealed to be Matt's college friend (and Sloan employee) Larry Cranston. After knocking out an arriving Sloan, DD demands answers from Cranston. Cranston reveals that he was present when Starr Saxon killed the original Mr. Fear Zoltan Drago. Drago told Cranston where he could find a spare Mr. Fear costume and weapons. Afterwards, Cranston deduced Daredevil's identity by the coincidence that both he and Matt Murdock moved to San Francisco with Natasha Romanoff. He decided to use the Fear costume to get revenge on Murdock whom he always despised. With his plan for revenge foiled, Cranston jumps off the building plummeting to his doom. Calling home to check on Natasha, Ivan tells Matt that she has left and possibly for good. (https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil_Vol_1_91)

Fan Art: Mister Fear (marvel) Render by Ssundpool

Accompanying Podcast: ● Joshua and Jamie Do Daredevil - episode 13

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Eminem, also known as Marshall Bruce Mathers III, is an American rapper and songwriter. He was born on October 17th, 1972 in St. Joseph, Missouri and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Eminem’s rise to fame began in the late 1990s with his debut album “The Slim Shady LP” which received critical acclaim for its lyrical content and controversial themes.

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Jerry and Marge Go Large (2022) - IMDb

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Bryan Cranston describes Larry David's reaction to iconic 'Seinfeld' moment

Actor Bryan Cranston tells CNN’s Chris Wallace about what inspired a well-known moment involving his character on the hit show “Seinfeld.”

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