Still waiting for that gritty reboot of Hee Haw.
With all the superhero stuff in theaters, I’m surprised there isn’t a Valkyries vs. Amazons picture in the works.
Pleasant, odd, and a little disturbing, but not nightmare-disturbing.
Writer’s Digest gave Nyx an “Honorable Mention” in the Middle-grade/Young Adult category of the 22nd Annual Writer’s Digest Self-Published Book Awards.
I found out why “flammable” and “inflammable” mean the same thing.
Back in the 1920s the National Fire Protection Association urged people to start using the word ‘flammable’ instead of ‘inflammable’ (which is the original word) because they were concerned some people might think inflammable meant not-flammable. Actually, the “in-” in “inflammable” comes from the Latin “en-” (like enflamed), not the Latin prefix meaning “un-”.
I love stuff like this.
It swallows most things thrown at it, so be careful. I once lost the memory of a three-year relationship down that dusty little gullet. I had to reconstruct everything from pictures around the house, old photos on the computer and a few texts I had saved for no obvious reason. I had deleted all the emails, apparently.
Here’s how I’d solve (or possibly exacerbate) the homeless problem: come up with a pay-this-and-you-don’t-have-to-feel-guilty-for-not-really-caring-ever-again number. Say $15/month, automatically paid via credit card.
It’s like Netlfix, but instead of movies, you get a clean soul.
Later, she admitted that the sound of the pan first hitting my face was not as musical as she had hoped. Which is why she kept trying until she got a passable C-sharp from the back of my skull.
Damn pan doesn’t have a dent in it.
Stories seem pointless. How can listening to a lie about someone who never existed, doing impossible things in places that also never existed, be of any use to anyone’s life? How does this behavior give us an evolutionary advantage?