You sweet summer child, here's your second chance.
July 18, 2016, Republican National Convention.
You sweet summer child, here's your second chance.
July 18, 2016, Republican National Convention.
I could comment, but logging out was a bitch.
HOT?
I only collect Collective Soul CDs
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Also, I agree.
A commenter on Star Wars Newswire on the AV Club. I'll take those odds.
Sell your child and solve two problems.
We could always suggest alternatives. I feel like making amends for my snide shitposting so I'll go first.
Jump to our hate threads above.
Ha, you might be me.
Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
Today I'm on an incredible asshole streak so let me get this off my chest. I dislike both, fucking hated his play. In related news, hated Ira Glass's show too. One of the few shows I walked out of.
Read Small Gods instead. Same theme, better and funnier writer.
American Tabloid is his masterwork.
I tapped out at Dune 3. The first is still a classic, the second, less so.
I too have a soft spot for his kind of grimdark and subversion of tropes, which seems to be all the rage in the genre these days. If you're an Abercrombie completist, read his takedown of The Dark Knight. I like the movie (never took it too seriously), but his blog post is hilarious. I believe he used to be in films…
I logged back in to high-five. Amen brother or sister. Rothfuss in his interviews sounds like a chill guy so feel like a dick for slamming him, but fuck these books. Their dullness makes the plot holes more apparent.
Reason #2 for disliking Lev Grossman. People get him mixed up with a much better writer.
I'd given up on Rushdie 3-4 books ago. I don't think he'll ever get better than his pre Satanic Verses days, which I think is his last goodish book. Your post made me curious about Two Years Eight Months, but the Wiki totally sold it. "This is the one of the best selling novel in Russia, second only to coffee table…
Admit it, you bastards. None of you read the interview, just jumped straight to comments to make fun of these possibly fine gentlemen. Well, I did.