I dropped The Walking Dead midway through this season. Everyone is too stupid to live, which has been a problem since Season 1. I'd been rooting for the zombies since about mid second season.

I was pissy with the Manead arc. Dude, the Horned God is MY god, and you're messing it up. I was unhappy with the witches led by Aunt Petunia. And right now, I'm detesting what they did to Alcide.

Because there is one instant, where we see on Christopher Lee's face that he KNOWS Howie is right. That next year, when the crops fail again, he will be the one in the Wicker Man. He knows that sacrificing Howie will do nothing, the climate has changed and his way of life is doomed.

I walked out at the fingernail bit. I'm a dedicated nailbiter.

Really? Doofy guys in ugly glasses I can see. But mustaches?

Not SF but at 3-4, the Abominable Snowman from "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" gave me recurring nightmares that I remember even 40 years later.

I lived in the area where they filmed. Some of the extras were kids I knew from school. I saw it once and so could not handle it. It's one thing to watch New York or DC get blown up, because those aren't really REAL places. They're places in the news, on TV and in movies, someplace you might go on vacation.
But…

No assless chaps for me . I'm doing full Old West madame in black leather, with a side of talismani computer bits. Of course on my Amazonian frame, that's at least a whole cow worth.

Except that Tonto was originally Potowatomi and the name means "Wild One" in that language.

I didn't do ebooks until I got a reader. There I was, oodles of ebooks (mostly anthology contributor copies) and not interested in reading on a PC.

Small press. There are many many awesome ones.

The first electronic book was created in 1971, six years after the first email was sent.

Saying an immunization against potential cancer will make her have more sex is like saying a tetnus shot makes the kids more likely to run around on rusty nails!

I have no idea what Brin was on. I may give the full length novel a miss.

Sugarloaf is an actual mountain, several, in fact. There's one in Maine, one in Arkansas, Michigan, Maryland, Florida, Australia, Canada, Japan and Brazil. Great Sugarloaf is in County Wicklow, Ireland, and that was my first thought.

I liked The Postman. I liked it when it was a novella. I liked it as a movie. As a post-apoc, it's fairly believable.

The story runs thus: It was just after they had finished shooting Star Wars. He was driving too fast and missed a turn. The car was a total loss, and his face was a mess. The fanmags at the time (16 in particular) had him claiming he was in a coma for 8 week, something he has since repudiated. He met his future wife…

Life as a House. He's fairly good in that. (But even Kristen Stewart turned in an excellent performance in The Cake Eaters)

Slipstream makes a LOT more sense when you realize it's Huckleberry Finn in post-apoc drag. The Slipstream is the Mississippi, Bill Paxton is Huckleberry and Bob Peck is Jim.

Death ray? Fiddlesticks! It didn't even slow them up!