Don Peridona

handling with care

Casting so good that I’m emotional dawg

Crazy how WB spent months trying to push this movie and nobody cared, and now it's making the rounds organically.

when I end my emails with “Best,”

@The_Floppy_Taco @toybroreviews Are Gamestop preorders reliable? Have heard they charge a small amount every so often, how does that work?

@toybroreviews Still available for preorder on Gamestop. Sold-out on EE, BBTS & Hasbro Pulse.

GI JOE x Tomb Raider up for preorder BBTS - bigbadtoystore.com/product/gi-joe… EE - entertainmentearth.com/product/hsg208…

Robert Pattinson is so great, makes everything he's in better. If only he could appear in every movie, like if there was a way to make as many as seventeen versions of him, or even more

I don’t want to be a fat fucking chud anymore

Yo viendo que en mi ciudad, las funciones de La Odisea en el IMAX del Papalote Museo del Niño están agotadas hasta el 4 de Agosto y la funciones IMAX de Cinépolis están agotadas hasta la próxima semana.

ENZO FERNÁNDEZ RED CARD

Watching this final after the England v France game we had yesterday

England when it doesn’t matter anymore

In America they told me the football game starts at 1 PM. I arrived at 1 PM. I was five hours late. The parking lot was already a city. A man had built a living room beside his truck. Not metaphorically. He had a couch. A television. A chandelier powered by a generator the size of a small horse. He was grilling enough meat to feed a village, and when I walked past he said, "You hungry?" I said I had not been invited. He looked at me the way you look at someone who has apologized for breathing. "Brother," he said. "You're here. That's the invitation." He handed me a plate. It was not a small plate. The brisket hung over the edges like a man sleeping in a bed he has outgrown. I ate it standing beside a stranger's couch in a parking lot in October, and it was among the finest meals of my life. A woman across the row had a tent, a smoker, a speaker system, and a flag so large it could have sheltered a family of five beneath it. She had been here since 6 AM. The game had not started. The game, I began to realize, was not the point. I asked the man what time he would go inside the stadium. He said, "Depends." I asked on what. He said, "On whether the ribs are done." I want to be clear. He had a ticket. He had driven four hours. He had assembled a small civilization from the back of a pickup truck. And he was considering not going to the game. Because the ribs were not ready. In Japan we tailgate nothing. We do not build living rooms in parking lots. We do not grill for strangers. We sit quietly on trains and think about whether we remembered to bow at the right angle. I have since attended eleven tailgates. I have never once cared who won the game. Nobody has. The game is inside the stadium. America is in the parking lot.

In America I was taken to a warehouse called Costco. At the door, a woman checked my friend's membership card. At last, I thought. A checkpoint. A travel pass. Finally, this country has proper gate protocol. Inside, the ceiling was so high that weather felt possible. They sell mayonnaise in containers I would describe as architectural. Forty-eight eggs at once. Trousers next to televisions next to a kayak. Old women stood at small stations, handing out free food on toothpicks. I asked my friend when the festival ends. He said, "It's Tuesday." The festival does not end. The festival is the store. Then he bought me a hot dog and a soda. It cost one dollar and fifty cents. I assumed I misheard. I checked the receipt. One dollar. Fifty cents. The price has not changed since 1985. I was alive in 1985. Everything I have purchased since then has betrayed me at least once. Gasoline. Rent. Rice. All of them broke their word. The hot dog did not. I asked how this is possible, and I received a story I did not believe until I confirmed it. The founder, before he stepped down, told the next chief what would happen if he ever raised the price of the hot dog. He said, and this is recorded history: "If you raise the price, I will kill you." Scholars believe he was joking. The price has not moved in forty years. I leave the conclusion to you. At the exit, a man checked our receipt and drew one line across it with a highlighter. A seal. A magistrate's signature, approving safe passage. I bowed to him slightly. He said, "Have a good one," which I now understand can refer to a day, a life, or a hot dog, depending on need. In my country, we honor merchants who keep the same price for generations. There is a shop in Kyoto four hundred years old. We treat it as a national treasure. Costco is forty years old and sells tires. Give it time. Empires fell. Currencies died. The hot dog holds. A nation is its promises. I paid one dollar and fifty cents. The promise held.

In Georgia I entered a Chick-fil-A drive-thru line of forty cars. I turned off my engine. I prepared to wait the way my ancestors waited out a siege. Six minutes later I was holding chicken. I do not know what happened to the other thirty-nine cars. The line moved like water that had somewhere to be. A young woman walked between the cars taking orders on a small tablet, on foot, in the sun, smiling like the sun was her idea. I said thank you. She said, "My pleasure." I did not think about it then. I should have. At the window I thanked the young man for the food. "My pleasure." I thanked him for the sauce. "My pleasure." I thanked him for thanking me— "My pleasure." I want to be clear about what was happening. This was a duel. In Japan I trained in courtesy for forty years. Bowing angles. Seasonal greetings. The correct depth of apology for seventeen distinct situations. I was a white belt in that drive-thru. I escalated. I used my most formal English. I thanked him on behalf of my entire family line. He said, "My pleasure," and gave me extra sauce. Extra sauce. Unprovoked. A counterattack. I returned the next day to reclaim my honor. It was Sunday. The restaurant was closed. All of them were closed. In the entire country. They close every Sunday, and they have closed every Sunday since the beginning, because the founder made a promise, and the promise did not expire when he did. I stood in the empty parking lot and understood I had lost twice. Once to a teenager with sauce. Once to a man I will never meet, who kept his word so long it became a building. In my country we say a samurai's word is his life. I had never seen a restaurant say it back. I returned Monday. I ordered. And this time I said it first, before she could. "My pleasure." She smiled and said, "It sure is." America, I surrender. It was my pleasure.

In America I ordered a milkshake and the young man turned it upside down over my head. I did not move. A samurai does not flinch, even when the ice cream is above him and gravity is the law. Nothing fell. The cup hung there, upside down, defying the sky, and the boy held it over me with the calm of a man who has done this ten thousand times and buried his fear long ago. This is the Blizzard. This is Dairy Queen. If it falls, they told me, you get it free. I understood at once. This was not dessert. This was an ordeal. The boy was not showing off. He was swearing an oath, with his own arm, that he had made the thing thick enough to hang against the earth, and he was betting the price of it on his honor. The flip is not a trick. It is a vow. In my land a smith proved his blade by cutting. Here a boy of seventeen proves his by turning it over a stranger's head and looking him in the eye while the whole line waits to see if he lied. He did not lie. He set it upright, handed it to me, and said "there you go, man," then turned to the next customer as if he had not just gambled his good name across a counter. I tipped him everything in my pocket. He tried to give it back. He said it was just a Blizzard. I told him it was not just a Blizzard. I could not explain the rest in English, and there was a line, and he was busy. So I bowed instead. He said, "You too, man." That answered nothing I had said. It answered everything I had felt.

yo

absolute cinema #INGxARG

Spain vs Argentina final

2038 World Cup: "We are expanding the tournament to 256 countries" Christmas Island vs Planet Viltrum at 4:30 AM in Group B2:

*taps sign*