Relic of a Bygone Era
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Today, the sentiment expressed in the promotional text on this poster for
Warner Brothers' `1944 film, *"Passage to Marseilles"* is almost literally
un...
And the Masked Man with His Chopper: We Know Him
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This dumb review of Krasznahorkai's *Herscht 07769* has all the litfolk on
xhitter who take photos of seven 1000 page novels stacked atop one another
an...
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So I've had better days. See the video.
The day started out with me having to drive the co-star to not one, but two
urgent care facilities because I muz...
We Don’t Need A New Theory Of EVERYTHING
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Though things have indeed changed since this video was produced, it still
makes the infinitesimally tiny point! “Luminous beings are we; not this
crude...
Merry Christmas! We Got You Some Fauxmosexuals!
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Happy holidays, everyone. People seemed to enjoy last year's riff of D.W.
Griffith's 1909 silent melodrama, *A Trap for Santa*, so we did it again,
with ...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
good Opening For My Novel?
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As Liz pressed the clutch firmly to the floor and put the car in gear,
musing about how like making love with Richard this was, the way he would
ignite an ...
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