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Liam Hemsworth, in Terminator: Rule 63 Down Under

I knew I liked that Doom fellow.

So time travel is in the cards to fix everything?

Indeed. She was originally evil and then seduced by the blue side into becoming a full-fledged part of the village.

I like Black Adam's role as protector of Khandaq ; it gives him some tragic depth. if it were done well (and politics in superhero movies is never done well), it'd be interesting to contrast it as the Marvel's Black Panther.

I read it over the holidays. Depressing, but a good read!

It's kind of sad, though ; he had to turn to writing his memoirs to try to provide for his family, after he lost his money in a ponzi scheme and was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

That's genius! They can bill more hours than exist in a year, and blame the Flash.

But will they go along with the bad idea or not? That is the question.

type spoiler inside angle brackets: <spoiler>everybody always dies in the end!</spoiler>. When you do it, it will show up in gray: everybody always dies in the end

The show has (or the characters, at least, have) done a horrible job of explaining the changes, though. Contrast "Baby Sarah Diggle was erased from existence" with "John Jr was, in another time line, a baby girl."

To be fair, if Lex Luthor takes over somebody's brain, you should *hope* they get smarter.

Unlike the 2008 Get Smart, which was very good.

That's just a little penis envy.

Shouldn't the Dakotas go back to the Sioux?

The La Dolce Vita fountain scene seems more iconic than anything else.

Did you read the linked article? "Ms. Siegler’s older sister, Rayna Dineen, said her grandfather, whom they called Opi (a German term of endearment), was rarely without his camera. “He would be filming everywhere, all the time.” There were reels of vacations, family picnics, birthday parties and bar mitzvahs. He had

The description in the linked article has more details, though: "But there was a dark subtext to the comedy. Gathered at that late hour were hundreds of gawkers, almost all men, who catcalled and yelled things like, “Higher! Higher!” as Ms. Monroe’s dress blew up over her head. For two hours, the men watched from

This is one of the sad reasons to go the self-publishing route: get at least a nice bound copy of any writing you think is good.

You can have done two bad things.