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.
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.
I was eight chapters into the sequel for Nyx when I realized the story was just too weak. I had to drag all eight chapters into the “Unused” folder and start over.
The good news is that I have a bunch of “Unused” material that I can now cannibalize for future projects.
All you internet quiz-makers, this is your challenge.
My inner mad scientist is furious at this lost opportunity. At the very least, he could have labelled them “Abby Normal” or even sent the brains with a nice bottle of chianti and some fava beans. Continue reading
People are so wonderfully weird.