It's exactly that for me.
It's exactly that for me.
Why does destroying time travel machines cost you millions of dollars? Especially if they're not yours, but I don't see where that's stipulated...
How is that reflected in a fossil?
Okay, I finally believed them when they said they could tell how long-extinct languages are pronounced, but how do they get fur patterns from fossils? What arcane magic is this?
Or PCP.
Cocaine psychosis....rage virus...how can we really tell the difference?
It's fucking freaky, is what it is. Mother Teresa's skull is *wrinkled*.
My employers told me that I wasn't allowed to buy a non-big-three car, because it mattered what I was driving when I went to customer sites.
I actually had a stranger walk up to me in a parking lot and say "You aren't from around here, are you?"
You know sometimes when you aren't part of the solution? Yeah, I'm one of the people who left one more home empty in Detroit, just about when the leaving got bad—I left in 2002. The company I worked for shuttered its doors relatively soon afterwards, and the owners left Detroit too. Just three more faceless people in…
Legally I don't *think* you have to avoid copying poses of copyright work, as long as you're not copying the work. But—I'm not a lawyer, just someone who posts her work on the internet.
For you—you saw a space where two guys were doing a thing that didn't develop, and didn't have a bearing on the plot and the acting, so it was dead time for you in the movie.
And I'm sure if he could have gotten his hands on a camera, he'd have used it.
I have no movie context to put it in, but in terms of its value as fight choreography, all the things I mentioned set it apart, and are valued by people who compare fights.
This is so amazing to see-the process that gets you from idea to finished product. It is really inspiring and useful for a hobbyist artist like myself to see what steps are taken from beginning to end.
Hell, there doesn't even need to be two D'Angelos. Given that there was a D'Angelo and a DeAngelo. I mean, spelling is really complicated, but...it's slander. Never not worth a proper Google.
One of those "oh, seriously?" revelations I had when stepping out from the shelter of childhood and talking to actual *adults* was the guy who said "I don't like gay men. I don't want to be looked at the way I look at women."
If you're shy of a pat today, take this one. Or feel free to save it for a particularly bad day.