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Character Journal: Planter Seedspill
Planter Seedspill, halfling druid of Ehlonna, ruffled the humongous eagle’s feathers with what he hoped was affection, but came off as frustrated. Animals were better at reading moods than people. The eagle gave a piercing but short, barking cry, which the halfling had come to associate with annoyance. He stopped ruffling her neck. She had a head ( Read more... ) -
Movie Review: 300 (2 out of 5 stars)
Zack Snyder’s 300 is filled with as many bad lines as it is unintentional ironies. The worst of the first: “My heart is filled with hate.” The most striking of the latter: that truth and freedom is represented by burly men with beards who all dress alike, while the deviants, body piercers, and transsexuals apparently side with tyranny and ( Read more... ) -
Movie Review: The Prestige
Michael Caine’s character tells us that every great magic trick consists of three acts: a beginning that shows you something ordinary, a middle in which the extraordinary is done with that ordinary thing, and an end, where you’re shocked by something you’ve never seen before. Unfortunately, The Prestige fails to follow this outline, providing a ( Read more... ) -
Day 5, way late
Day 5 ( Read more... ) -
The plague of "Democracy"
I interrupt my normal postings to bring you this ridiculous summary of an upcoming movie I'm very excited about, based on a graphic novel by Frank Miller ( Read more... ) -
I have arrived!
I love it already. Cool city, tons of bikes, feels like the Bay Area a little bit, but less snooty. My host (younger brother of my longtime pal Matt) and his housemates rock, and have extended an offer for me to stay for 2 weeks (Sep. 6th is when a room in a house I'm interested in opens up ( Read more... ) -
Day 3 (actually Day 4, but data from Day 3)
Day 3/4, 00:00 a.m ( Read more... ) -
Day 2, Evening
Day 2, 8:00 p.m. (Mountain Time, that is ( Read more... ) -
Westward Bound, Day 2
Last night I stayed at the creepiest Motel 6 that ever existed. It was refurbished out of some kind of dormitory, I think; big cement brick walls painted white, wide hallways, very Spartan. The signs everywhere demanding that I not leave valuables in my car, and that the hotel was not responsible for stolen belongings, convinced me to take my bikes ( Read more... ) -
Westward Bound, Day 1
Day 1, 5:59 p.m ( Read more... )