Well obviously they had to call in a specialist.
Well obviously they had to call in a specialist.
You left out the best part of the article: the surgeon being named "Dr. Dong".
get off your pie horse
Nicolas Cage is not pretentious. Nicolas Cage is not of this cursed planet and he will not be weakened by your tedious Earth standards, Mark.
Before cars, pizza was delivered by a "pie horse". The power and popularity that came with this great novelty and the prestigious position of pie-horseman tended to go to the pie-horseman's head. They had a reputation for their haughty attitudes and power-mongering. It became popular slang to tell snobby people to…
weighing in thing, you, thanks.
Trying to figure out if a pie horse is a pie made of horse, or a horse made of pie. I prefer the latter, because I then envision a giant, berry-filled horse pie that is so delicious it distracts Trojan soldiers while the Greek soldiers enter the city and win the war.
See, this is what happens when you don't read Hogwarts: A History.
No diamond-encrusted fish with it? How embarrassing.
Jane Eyre is one of my top 3 most favourite books of all time and one of the things I love best about it is that Jane never does anything she doesn't want to do, and she follows this principle unfailingly so she would never lose herself. That's no small feat in her time and her situation in life.
My guess is happy endings were a norm in Victorian literature. What's important is everything in her life, once she's out of the boarding school, happens on her terms. She walks away from something she wants because she knows it's bad for her soul. She comes back triumphant when she can have it on her terms. I think…
At least she doesn't marry St. John. He was the worst.
I can't read the Velveteen Rabbit aloud without sobbing at the burning scene. My child actually stopped me last time and said, "You know Mommy, it's just a story. But, if it bothers you, we can stop reading." Yes. That happened.
And on Oedipus the King: "The incest part and stuff bummed me out." :(
A Modest Proposal: Thought it was cookbook, disappointed. 1 Star.
"Hamlet talks too much. And are we, like, suppose to be rooting for him to commit murder? I don't get it. To be or not to be—that is the question. No, it isn't To be or not to be what? is the question."
Wait, Oscar Wilde is a satyr? Sweet! I have some serious re-reading to do!