Even as a fan of a lot of Gaiman’s work, <i>American Gods</i> the novel I found to be, at best, a thematically unified anthology of widely varying quality (I’ve described it before as a “kinder, gentler, weaker <i>Deathbird Stories</i>“), connected with a tissue thin membrane of a framing plot, and hampered by,…
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Southeastern Louisiana/New Orleans East, one of the largest Vietnamese communities in the US. Down here we also get barbecued pork and brisket banh mi, and if you can find one with a juicy slab of Cajun headcheese in it, buy as many as you can carry.
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If Anthony Davis wasn’t already great enough, I would have loved him forever anyway just for agreeing to shoot this ad:
With the recent tidal wave of old-school Stephen King screen adaptations, both direct and indirect, I’ve kind of been expecting for there to be, at some point, a similar Barker mini-renaissance, as Barker imprinted so much of nineties horror in much the same way that King blueprinted horror in the eighties. Barker’s…
It’s from the failed TV pilot for a Wonder Woman show, never aired. If you’re interested, it’s out there floating in the interwebs, but only interesting in how it manages to waste both the enduring appeal of the character, as well as the considerable talents of Adrianne Palicki, one of the most legitimately Amazonian…
Yo money, for real - fanny packs are totally cool again. I’m dead serious - my hipster-infested neighborhood is constantly full of cool twentysomethings rocking fanny packs, often with patches and stickers and bling and other adornments added to them (men and women both). I think it might have something to do with the…
Serious answer: none. She’s part of the Batman section of the DC universe, where almost nobody has actual superpowers - ridiculous lists of skills and psychoses, yes, but it’s very rare that a Bat-hero or villain has an actual superpower. In Miss Quinzell’s case, she has multiple doctorates in psychology, psychiatry,…
Those are rare Yellow Musk Bodaks that Ms. B. is referring to.
That fish cray.
Peter Cook in Bedazzled
The Asgardian ark is in a wheatfield in Broxton, Oklahoma.
With every clunky high-concept superhero show that’s announced, or bounced around, combined with the meme factory success story that is Riverdale, it continues to astonish me that there isn’t some version of a Jack Knight show in the works somewhere. I mean, it doesn’t get any more CW than the Jack/Mist relationship.
I am a teacher and a leader. Also a mother and a wife, a socialite and a farmer, pie baker and philanthropist, a journalist, a burglar, pearlbreaker, homespunner, mermaid, duplicate, ape queen, plant dream.
Just another brickandmortarburied tale.
This is, straight-up, one of the greatest comedies of all time. It might be Matthau’s best performance, and that is saying something.
Oliver and Maddow are trying to inform the public, explaining what things you may or may not have heard of are, how they work, and why they are deserving of attention. Any sweary emphasis on Oliver’s part seems much more to drive home the point that you should actually do something about this (and note, in just about…
Farewell, Space Tsundere, we were just getting to like thee.
As someone who has resold hundreds of used record players, I can tell you that Crosleys are total wastes of money, plastic, and landfill space. Nine times out of ten I’d see a Crosley, it would be completely nonfunctional, no matter how new, whereas ANY other brand, even decades old, would have at least a fifty/fifty…