Meet Graham. Because you didn’t want to sleep tonight anyway.
“The first Jedi temple. You will never find more adorable beehive huts of slate and puffinry. We must be cautious.”
Wanna know what finding the most heavy metal words in the world of heavy metal lyrics looks like? It looks like this:
There are many reasons to check out Preacher on AMC, but one of them is the careful shot framing designed to add layers to the story without having to explain them. One way this occurs is with the Cormac McCarthy-inspired vignettes with the Virginian traveling through the land of scalps. Another was added this past…
The giantess old | in Ironwood sat,
In the east, and bore | the brood of Fenrir;
Among these one | in monster’s guise
Was soon to steal | the sun from the sky.
In 2013 Wilco played a concert of covers at the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Arts. The list of covers was chosen by fans, and they chose wisely.
If you watched Snowpiercer and were left with questions, you might have turned to any number of reviews available that often had the same complaint: The movie is a fantastic spectacle, but there are lots of narrative issues that keep the film from making literal sense.
This is a genet, a little fella from Africa related to the civet and mongoose.
That other HBO show that divides everyone started again the other night, and is already being covered by Cheryl Eddy on the main page. If you want a recap, go there. But there wasn’t a discussion about the episode on the OD, at least not from a certain angle.*
Steve Railsback's Manson monologue on the stand is a good example of how he embodied the character:
On a meta level, I think this video says some very cool things about the intersections of our relationships with music, art, and technology.
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I think Wilde both understood the double-meanings of his word choices, and purposefully made their use ambiguous and silly enough in the play to obscure any direct referents. That wasn't uncommon at all in 19th and early 20th century Anglo-Irish literature, and even earlier — the double-meanings, not the coded words…
Ever wonder how to order a Bunnahabhain or a Bruichladdich without sounding like daft arse? Do you have any feckin idea how to say An Cnoc or Caol Ila?
I expected more from Chris Carter. This felt hackey, and kind of like a campfire story brought to life instead of a visual medium.
Blood Meridian, or The Evening Redness in the West, by Cormac McCarthy
Angler Wolf: A Haiku
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