Which means his dad might not go to prison, or at least might still be alive… it would complicate things, but in a good way. Barry wouldn't be complicit in his own mother's murder and his father's wrongful arrest for it, for one thing.
Which means his dad might not go to prison, or at least might still be alive… it would complicate things, but in a good way. Barry wouldn't be complicit in his own mother's murder and his father's wrongful arrest for it, for one thing.
You're going to like Kavalier & Clay.
Oh, let's not say things we can't take back.
"The people called the Romans they go to the house"?
I can't buy mummy parts any more? But how will I make mummy tea?
Whither Johnny Guitar? Don't tell me he's on welfare.
L'il Punk wasn't yet a year old. We were out Christmas shopping, on our way home, when the news broke over the radio. I have never had stronger feelings of fear and dread overtake me at once. Even on 9/11, that was more shock than anything else. But all I could think of was that little peanut in the backseat and how…
I'm sure there were. This convention covers about three different buildings and an endless amount of variation in train size and detail. Lots and lots of kids, though, especially around the Lego stuff. L'il Punk was more interested in the Lego stuff this year than the trains - I think he's growing out of them.
We visit a toy train convention every January, and every year the highlight of the thing is the Lego set-up. This year there were Avengers, Justice League, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Ghostbusters, Back to the Future, Ninja Turtles, Batman, and tons of other stuff, including the regular Lego City and etcetera, all…
As someone who has a small Lego obsessed child, I have to agree. Real Legos are solid toys. The knock-offs don't even go together with themselves very well.
But they do deal in absolutes!
I wish. It will be a long time before I have a PS4. But you can bet that the revamped Skyrim will be the first game I get when I do.
D'oh!
Erik Trinkaus and Chris Stringer are good places to start. James Shreeve also did a good one called The Neandertal Enigma. Those are old, admittedly, but I've been out of the loop for a while.
It's complete bullshit, anthropologically speaking, but it's well written bullshit, and definitely comes down on the side of the Neandertals.
I finally started The Golem and the Jinn and it is really fucking good. Like, really good. I wish I had more time to read it.
Happy birthday!
It was very pretty, but it took fucking forever to get anywhere, and I never really cared for Fractions characterization of Clint Barton.
Skyrim. Always Skyrim.
I would probably go with werewolves for type of monster. On the one hand, a metaphor for the beast inside all of us, on the other hand an easy explanation to the Medieval mind for the existence of serial killers, and on the gripping hand, the tragedy of being cursed to do horrible things because something bit you one…