RIPD was the first movie I remember realizing that the “giant energy storm in the sky” was being overdone.

I keep meaning to!

“Cryer is said to be Echidna, The Mother of Monsters.”

Shit, Sam Elliot was Ross? Was that in Incredible Hulk? I remember literally nothing about that movie.

I’m so tired of big studios being so afraid of giving an R-rated movie any kind of budget. Deadpool proved that’s an unfounded fear. I would like to think that Lovecraft fans of every age would show up to Mountains of Madness in droves; it’s one of his best pieces. I can’t think of anybody more suited for the…

Pete Davidson’s agent is the hardest-working person in Hollywood.

Raid Mode > Mercenaries Mode

Fuck me that looks amazing.

Welp, looks like I’m never getting those Nintendo sets.

Always thrilled to see a trailer for a film that attempts to depict prehistoric humans. I’ve be interested to know exactly how far back we’re going, though, and where this takes place. What makes them early modern H. sapiens?

$90 for a 545-piece LEGO set? Fuck no, what is LEGO smoking these days?

Hellraiser is one of those movies (and the two sequels that I bothered watching) that, to me, is like The Ninth Gate: I really, really want it to be better than it actually is. To be clear, Hellraiser is perfectly enjoyable with gross/practical effects that you just don’t get in movies anymore, but the Cenobites…

I appreciate that he wants to have full creative control over his own character. It’s what I’d want.

Always wanted to see Yongary. The monster itself looks like an old Gamera villain—there are shades of Barugon there (which was released in 1966—a year before Yongary).

And 40 million years later, those little dicynodonts would give rise to the rhino-sized Lisowicia.

Rhynocephalians are fascinating. While obviously less diverse than squamates, they did manage some impressive diversity during the Mesozoic, including one branch that went semi-aquatic (pleurosaurs).

Only comic I still pick up every month is IDW’s TMNT series. It’s always very good (if occasionally aimless) and nobody comes back to life* and major events have real weight.

It’s not too often anymore that I can recognize an author simply from their writing, but Fahey was one of them. His articles are always an absolute joy and source of inspiration.

I’ll read the hell out of this.

Man, Tusk.