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I have all the problems of a major zoo and a major theme park at the same time, or something. And I don’t even have a Dennis Nedry (though that’s probably a good thing).

I have all the problems of a major zoo and a major theme park at the same time, or something. And I don’t even have a Dennis Nedry (though that’s probably a good thing).
“Two months later”? You gotta be kiddin’ me.
Thank you, Torchwood, for sucking so much I can’t even enjoy naked John Barrowman.
I’m struggling here to have some fun with “Miracle Day.” Because otherwise I’d be crying.
Funnier and more touching and meaningful than its predecessor, Toy Story 2 is the rare sequel that improves upon its progenitor — and, considering how wondrous Toy Story was, that’s saying something. Toy Story — as funny and fun as it was — was also bursting with joy, with the delight the filmmakers obviously took in bringing a roomful of toys to life. Toy Story realized that secret childhood fantasy we all had, that our toys had lives of their own, that they played with one another when we weren’t around.