Should have posted this last week. From a school visit in Texas: the first (and only) time I ever signed an iphone…
I rarely use this to just blog. I’m going to just blog now, so you can all just ignore this if it’s not to your liking.Warning. Contents under pressure.So, I saw that bullshit piece of shit “joke” t-shirt that managed to insult not only women, not…
"You want something to be your thing, make a club, build a tree-fort, and do us a favor. Don’t come down."
My annual “Don’t Call It Earth Day” post.
Blur your eyes, and they might have all been the same tedious, manipulative movie. I felt nothing watching these characters disappear off-screen, hurtling toward whatever lies beyond. I’m no sociopath. The problem is that death at the movies has died. The movie industry has corrupted one of cinema’s — if not all of fiction’s — most emotionally taxing moments into hollow formula, the kind of thing that passes in the blink of a plot point leading to a literal, if not figurative, explosive finale that takes up half the budget. Considering this, it’s odd that death’s killer is the new, risk-averse economic logic of Hollywood.
Hard to argue given the plots of so many movies these days — naturally, many based on comics. Hollywood has conquered death — and cheapened it in the process.
*cough* Paging Sir Arthur Conan Doyle…
It’s World Hemophilia Day, so I figured I would post one of my favorite Howie lines from I Hunt Killers!
Reblog with your own favorite Howie-ism!
20+ years later and schools STILL use the same pencil sharpeners as when I was a kid! #livinginthefuturemyass