The World is Just Awesome
(all things butcherhouse and beyond)
At a certain point, he decided to open the doors. He pried them apart and held them open with his foot. He was presented with a cinder-block wall on which, perfectly centered, were scrawled three “13”s—one in chalk, one in red paint, one in black. It was a dispiriting sight. He concluded that he must be on the thirteenth floor, and that, this being an express elevator, there was no egress from the shaft anywhere for many stories up or down.I've got no bleeding idea what I would've done. What's most shocking is that he managed to keep it together for that stretch of time.
Helplessness may exacerbate claustrophobia. In the old system—board elevator, press button—you have an illusion of control; elevator manufacturers have sought to trick the passengers into thinking they’re driving the conveyance. In most elevators, at least in any built or installed since the early nineties, the door-close button doesn’t work. It is there mainly to make you think it works.
"It's a Fact!" featured a young red-haired girl who would pop up in the forest and reveal a piece of information, then people who she mentioned would appear behind her doing something relevant to her fact. She would end by saying, "It's a fact!" and then run off. The running was filmed in stop-animated "fast-motion," reminiscent of programs on the then-exploding Nickelodeon network.Wikipedia really manages to sell the humor, don't they?
When I was around 6, my mom and I -- she and I ducked out of Julie Glynn's birthday party to watch "Robin Hood" together on our tv. I liked Errol Flynn. And I was glad that she let me leave the party early to watch the movie. She and I loved that movie. It's like... it's like we were pals then, and we'd do things together. We'd look at the knight armor at the Met. The scary fish at the Natural History Museum...A profound and moving portrait of a dysfunctional family in mid-80s Brooklyn, trying to get on in the wake of a divorce.
I was always afraid of the squid and the whale fighting. I could only look at it with my hands in front of my face.
When we'd get home, after my bath, she'd go through all the different things we saw that day at the museum. And we'd get to the squid and the whale and she'd describe it for me. Which... it was still scary... but it was less scary...
Cold. Complex. Geeky as all get out.
By now, the word must be out that Uwe Boll will quit making movies if a million people sign an online petition.
The story recounts the wars between nations on an enormous and unnamed planet, of which Earth is a moon. The confict is provoked by the Glandelinians, who practice child enslavement. After hundreds of ferocious battles, the good Christian nation of Abbiennia forces the 'haughty' Glandelinians to give up their barbarous ways. The heroines of Darger's history are the seven Vivian sisters, Abbiennian princesses. They are aided in their struggles by a panoply of heroes, who are sometimes the author's alter-egos. The battles are full of vivid incident: charging armies, ominous captures, alarms and explosions, the appearances of demons and dragons.As far as I know, no one's attempted to publish the entire manuscript.
When I was growing up, when there weren't a thousand channels to choose from, years before the internet changed the game, there was Siskel & Ebert.
Holy shit, it's April. Time for a dusting. Slight revision of my blog template and I'm troubleshooting, so pardon a bit of technical babel...
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