Hello. I love you. Won't you tell me your name?
Once was a punk bar in a DC alley that was a luncheonette by day. It was the wrong environment for another Fabulous Mabuhay Gardens. Still, for about a year, it was great. I watched my roommate laboriously hit on a girl, who vomited on his shoes.
I'm surprised LA doesn't require a minimum number of cars per housing unit.
@frannpak It seems abundantly clear Choire treated Luke's work with respect and solemnity. But most of this article was about the craft of journalism-in-dangerous-terrain. And journo-to-journo meta-conversations about the work don't need to be approached with kid gloves.
@Jen@twitter You must be new here.
This is why i take the People Mover.
So, either existence precedes essence, or I stay on Lexapro.
For me, the unsettling nature of the trailer is the big-budget beauty of a mythology growing out of low-fi, punk-rock Ozsploitation sci-fi campiness. This balances beautifully with an utter dearth of Mel Gibson, creating an artistic tension that will, one hopes, allow us to forget the word "Ozsploitation."
On Man Vs. Word
By contrast, absorbing content through speed eating is a proven fact.
They misspelled the history gland they're touching.