I was under the impression that authors rarely have much input once the film rights have been sold. There are exceptions of course, but his blog post doesn’t read like he’s very involved at this point in time.
I was under the impression that authors rarely have much input once the film rights have been sold. There are exceptions of course, but his blog post doesn’t read like he’s very involved at this point in time.
When I was eight, my grandmother died suddenly, and I started acting out in my CCD (Catholic Sunday school, basically) classes. Answering questions on tests and verbally with whatever a small child would consider the opposite of the real answer (baptisms with dirt, etc), things like that, because why would God do that…
I can’t listen to this now, but any sorority or fraternity member that says their chapter doesn’t have a filthy song or four is lying.
The last time I was in a GameStop was when I decided to get SWTOR as a gift for my brother. I’d been playing it with my husband and thought it would be perfect for Christmas since my brother had introduced me to KOTOR in the first place.
I found two volumes with the original illustrations at a yard sale and bought them for my kid to be scarred by one day, as I was, even though he’s only two now.
I console myself on all cleanliness related issues that my aunts who kept their homes and children spotless are the ones whose kids had allergies and at least one weird autoimmune thing.
I used to feel that way, which is why I didn’t buy a video monitor. Then my kid started sleeping in a bed, which gave him opportunity to climb the furniture and be generally rambunctious, and I wish I had one so I could more easily tell the difference between “I’m sad it is bedtime” and “I got my foot stuck in the bed…
Whatever it was, it definitely involved cinnamon and other things in that vein. It smelled like an off brand holiday candle and death.
I think the only thing he can really laugh about regarding that whole time (we were there for a couple weeks) is the memory of her trying to get that pigeon back inside the carrier after she tried to launch it three times. It really was funny.
I should probably add that her interpretation of the Bible meant covering him in oil and spices from her kitchen, then wrapping him, nude, in linen. And the dove (a pigeon really, that she already owned) was transported in and had to be returned to a very old, beat up cat carrier.
I first met my now husband’s mother after his father was killed in a car accident. We had been dating almost a year, but he had told me very little about his family. He started to give me a more detailed picture as we drove the several hours to where he grew up - that she was a psychotic, abusive hellbeast.
I lived in San Diego when my son was born. It was nerve-wracking waiting for him to be old enough for vaccines. We almost didn’t take him home for the holidays because of what he might have been exposed to in the airport.
It’s my understanding that he was indeed convicted on the statutory charge, but because of the narrow difference in their ages, it was only a misdemeanor.
Everything except using the computer to set up the rape. That’s a felony. Obviously.
This means they believed the witnesses other than the young woman. So they weren’t buying that he didn’t have sex with her, but they didn’t believe it was rape. Seconded on the gif.
I think it’s much the same. My husband works in an overwhelmingly male workplace, and the sexist and racist stuff his colleagues go on about is shocking. And my husband is brown, but I guess that means they think he is “one of the good ones,” the guy they probably talk about outside of work as evidence they aren’t…
Everyone but my mom. She almost exclusively drinks seltzer and wine spritzers, never ever water.
You have no idea how much my husband and I have debated Borderlands as the family Halloween costume. On one hand, it would be such an inappropriate thing to do to our toddler. On the other hand, our toddler doesn’t know that yet.
I also just noticed it comes with a padded top, something every woman needs in a unisex costume.
I like how they labeled it a unisex costume to cover their asses, as if that was going to work. I wonder what categories it comes up in, what that size chart says, etc. The numbers listed by the sizes don’t seem very unisex.