I don't know what'd be a hidden gem, but I adore Moonstruck. It's a masterpiece of entertainment, acting, and all around beautiful cinematography. The entire cast is phenomenal, and Cage is just...glorious. I've practically memorized the whole damned movie, I've seen it so many times, over the years. I have an absolute passion for it, and will talk about it for hours with anyone who'd let me.

*Dick Berman

Always Dick Berman. That rickwad

That sounds awful, but also that's kind of fascinating? I've never heard an explanation of what it feels like. And what kid entirely listens to their parents when it comes to being outside? That's where we learn our best, painful lessons, yeah?

I lived in the mountains in Colorado for a most of my childhood into mid-teens, and had some absolutely insane snow goggles for the few times I was allowed to go skiing (my mother was terrified I was going to injury myself, and couldn't compete in screw-up-your-child athletics), and I definitely remember that if you went out without your goggles, your eyes would hurt so quickly, you'd sure as heck remember to put them on. I guess that makes sense for Colorado, since it's in a weird position for, uh, extreme sun.

"It's not like Dan to take his own life!" ...Lol, as opposed to, what?

A technically correct, but awkwardly contextualized line that competes with:

Dukat to Winn: "I've never seen you look so radiant!" ...Never? Never, ever? Buddy, you've known her for like, a week...

In addition: Please, only check out TNG "Masks" s7 Ep.17. if - -

You're fully prepared to laugh at the absurdity of where TNG has gotten to by the tail end of season 7, and/or, you want a surrealist nightmare of the Enterprise set being turned into a 1980s rich person's indoor pool aesthetic of stepped tile, fake plants and Terra-cotta, the whole cast getting a little tired of the writers not quite conveying the motif they set out for, and Brent Spiner just showing off what a magnificent silly bastard he really is.

Okay... maybe I need to watch Masks, again.

Dammit, Peanut -- Lucy Lawless is gonna murder you with words. Again.

I had long hair during the TNG days, and somewhere in my childhood home, there's a bathroom drawer or cabinet full of the same kind they used for Geordi's visor, and similarly painful plastic headbands. I know there's also a Polaroid or two somewhere of me and a cousin holding them up to our faces, running around saving the Enterprise that was the basement. If I'd only known to bring them around me throughout life, for that nostalgia hit...

I was reminded

Memes you can hear...

It's probably a term used elsewhere too, but in the US Navy, when it's coming from both ends, especially stationed or deployed on ship, it's the double dragon. Ship food is bad. Ship food is rejected prison food. Moldy. Horrible. Absolute garbage. Garbage would probably be safer.

Only Honk.

Or

"There are no genders. Only Honk."

Make a new website, and/or make a new HonkBusters.

Alternatively: "Where we're going, we won't need genders to honk..."

If the passion for his photography wasn't hot enough, already, the wingtips make it a thousand times better...