A brief, lucid, and in no way totally reductionist breakdown of this complex Hollywood blockbuster from a child of the 80s who didn’t just read a synopsis.
Read a preview of the upcoming play, Rhadamanthus, a tale of gangs and man-eating eels in the city of Dodoville! Written in the style of Elizabethan tragedy–with all of the blood and none of the forsooths.
Or “What Rutabagas Have In Common With Certain Sex Toys.” When I looked for pictures of rutabagas, all I found was turnips and kohlrabis, because it’s not a time of famine.
The Shape of the Water invites you to think deeply about those eggs. I did. I would say this article “contains spoilers,” but that’s more true for people who have seen it than who haven’t.
In Werner Herzog’s Cave of Forgotten Dreams, a French archaeologist expounds on the hardness of the human soul. Nobody at all is eaten by an albino crocodile, which comes as a disappointment following Grizzly Man.
How skiapods went from shading themselves with their feet to building an arsenal for Dodoville’s greatest superhero, the Purple Onion
The following is a sample from my next novel, Sky Joust: The Purple Onion vs. The Pestilence. It is about a masked vigilante who instead of tying up bad guys for the police, beats them up until they cry and puts the video on YouTube. This is the opening section. Three horses stood around the …
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Space marine science fiction is why I ride elevators. But only down. Only express.
