Some day I will reveal the sick world of entertainment

how we can force Americans to pay attention to our ideas. Getting ahold of the delivery mechanism was already a slippery thing as far back as fifty years ago and it is well nigh impossible now without some afflatic chicanery. The classical wish-fulfillment example is of course where you simultaneously pirate all the channels and are all like, "Citizens! Dig it! You been hoodwinked! Bamboozled! Had the wool pulled over your eyes!" But they will probably just turn it off.

The source, Ray Nelson's "Eight O'Clock in the Morning," was one of my favorite stories as a kid, even before the movie came out. It is kind of sad and kind of inevitable that I found that story identifiable when I was, you know, ten. It is also my belief that my life is very much like THEY LIVE, with the salient exception that unlike Rowdy Roddy I am a craven weakling and my response to the alien takeover is to hide out in the desert hoping the aliens do not notice me, because I do not think that there is any way to win against the aliens; even when you think you have shaken off their control they still control you in subtle ways. Which of course is the *SPOILER* moral of Nelson's story.

They Live is one of my favorite movies of all time. It did a hell of a lot more for my class consciousness than Marx ever did.

I totally forgot about that! You're talking about this one? "Either put on these glasses or start eating that trash can!" "Not this year."

I didn't know Hotrod Rowdy Roddy was in any other movies. Which I always thought was too bad as he was brilliant at taking on those yuppie lizards.

Yes! That's the one. It just never gets old for me, no matter how many times I watch it. I love how it goes on for far too long, too.

yeah that was my first time watching it...calvin found out i hadn't seen it and was all "WHAT?!? I CAN"T BELIEVE IT!?!?" and bumped it up on our queue. The fight scene had me cracking up.