Thirty years blah blah childhood memory raped blah blah George Lucas’s massive piles of money blah blah…
…when you can’t tell which of these two things is more screwed up (and both are not safe for work, unless you work for a porn studio or Lion’s Gate, which might as well be a porn studio). UPDATE: I now know which is more screwed up: the comment thread […]
I rode my bike to work today, figuring it was a good time to do so. The verdict? Sepulveda northbound isn’t as hairy as I thought (though it’s still an uphill slog), riding through the VA at 6 in the morning is cool, and Chandler Boulevard wins for Bestest Bike […]
Barring someone bowing out at the last minute, I’m not going to Clarion. Ah, well.
Holy crap. Tell me someone’s already writing the alt-history novel where we send a woman into space first.
So, I went to see Hot Fuzz again (“Bring the noise!”), and it was just as excellent as ever. I also noticed something that has made the filmmakers and probably Bill Bailey rise higher in the Ranks Of The Awesome. ***GAG SPOILER*** Don’t read until you’ve seen the movie.
IM071 – Feb 7, 1946 My grandmother died this afternoon in her sleep. Uncle Jim was reading to her and she just stopped breathing. I’ll be honest: I have no idea how to feel about this. For the last thirteen years, I’ve thought of her as a mean old woman […]