Every 4th of July SyFy (formerly Sci-Fi) runs a “Twilight Zone” marathon that interested me to the show and that my family keeps on in the background during the day. Recording our favorite ones, watching what’s on, skipping the super creepy ones because we scare easily, “The Twilight Zone” will always be that strange tradition I have for the 4th.
That, and of course, watching Independence Day after everyone’s asleep.
How wild must it have been to be someone like oblivious to snl coming to 30 rock on a day andy and bill were filming laser cats. Like imagine being some random business person and going to a serious meeting at 30 rockefeller plaza and the elevator doors open to two grown ass men in capes and helmets pretending to shoot lasers at each other with toy fucking cats what a world we live in
dear cis ppl stop telling trans folk “but that isn’t what ur parents named you so that’s not what im calling you :)))” do you also think my parents named me sebhawkes dot tumblr dot com in the hopes that i would one day be the fame equivalent of early snl andy samberg on a shitty blue blogging platform