Northern Irish, so apparently a Transatlantic voyage by this supposed fuckweasel, which is impressive. Also, it’s not pedantry to correct errors. It’s an opportunity to learn, which is always a good thing.
Northern Irish, so apparently a Transatlantic voyage by this supposed fuckweasel, which is impressive. Also, it’s not pedantry to correct errors. It’s an opportunity to learn, which is always a good thing.
Not so much disagree, just that it’s stupid. Wearing the Guy Fawkes mask after V for Vendetta became prominent. When they buy an official one, Warner Bros gets a cut. The mask was worn by a man fighting for a Catholic monarchy and a theocracy, and is a foolish symbol for this group.
Is exct a thing or just a typo?
Cup of Yorkshire tea and half a dozen rich tea biscuits to dip first thing in the morning.
Apart from megaphones already having that name.
Per se. Vis a vis. Erudite. Juxtaposition. Elucidate.
Les Burns would work. Or Moe Water.
Batman & Robin, though terrible, at least looked nice. Good colour palette and cinematography. Good set design and special effects. Decent acting all round. It’s clearly harking back to technicolour Batman. It was schlock but that was clear from the outset. There was no hope of it ever being anything but a movie to kill an hour and a half. I’d watch it with my 8 year old gladly.
This travesty was made by one of the (supposed) best directors of his age (not evidenced by his largely awful movies, which are pompous style over substance) but it was a mess from start to finish. Poor casting, poor dialogue apparently written by a 12 year old, numerous ridiculous plot points. Batman was barely in the movie, apart from the lengthy and ridiculous broken back scenes. It was basically a movie about Joseph Gordon Levitt’s character.
It was the stark opposite of the classic that preceded it.
Candles
Quokka and Capybara, hands down.
That was the worst batman movie. Full of plot holes and foolish decisions. This comic was better.
The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan. Kalki by Gore Vidal. The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway. His Dark Materials trilogy by Philip Pullman. Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley. Lord of the Flies by William Golding. Atonement by Ian McEwan. Being Dead by Jim Crace.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald in my ass.
Yeah, I made that mistake. I just pretend the sequel doesn’t exist.
The man from earth (2007). Low budget but a great movie, particularly if you know nothing about it beforehand.
No worries about doxxing as I write under a pseudonym. Let Thy Wisdom Fear: The Gathering by D.T. Wilkinson. It’s on Amazon. There’s also my book of horror shorts called Tales Uncanny, which I just last week noticed a spelling error on the back cover courtesy of my darling wife and I haven’t fixed it yet.
All you need to do is start and do what you can when you can. Spare minutes here and there all add up. Don’t get bogged down in minutiae. You’ll get there no matter how long it takes.
Thanks. I’ve got two young kids and a busy job so not as prolific as I’d like. Maybe a book every 3-4 years, longer if it’s a grand fantasy. My first one was a quarter of a million words in a world I created from scratch, so that took maybe 6 years.
I was looking at the stars with my 8 year old the other night and said to him ‘did you know there’s at least a dozen stars up there?’ It was lost on him.