Justin Trudeau forgets to mention Alberta in his Canada Day speech?
I pity Canadians. I can’t imagine what its like to have a head of state who publicly embarrasses an entire country like that.
You know what he should do if the Canucks keep grumbling? Just GRAB Alberta by the Canada Day speech.
If you look closely at the third photo, you can see a helicopter beginning an ascent from the top of Carilion Roanoke Memorial Hospital. Evidently, the facility’s landing pad is at the top of its cylindrical section. It kept landing and returning the day I took this photo; I’m guessing that a pilot was either training or practicing.
Depicting the Hydra, Cat, Bowl and Sextant.
Or maybe not. They’re a good deal blurrier than I’d hoped.
I encountered this lost little lady about an hour ago. She was between a rock and a hard place — the fence and the adjacent road.
I did the best that I could to help her. (Hey, if there is a human who knows what it’s like to be lost and confused in Roanoke, it’s me.)
But my assistance didn’t amount to much. The best I could do was wave at oncoming cars and point out the deer to them. (She kept wandering into the road in desperation. At one point an SUV almost hit her … she collapsed and clattered to the street in fear, and, trust me, that is one heartbreaking sound). I’m not sure what more I could have done; I’m no Deer Whisperer.
Anyway, a pair of pretty girls showed up in a jeep and cheerfully assured me that they would take it from here. They sounded pretty confident, and they seemed like Roanoke natives who were well-versed in country ways. (They had a jeep.)
Either the fawn is now fine, or someone’s serving venison extra tender tonight.
Yes, “47 Meters Down” is silly in places, and I don’t think it will ever be held up as an example to students of good screenwriting. But I can’t slam any horror-thriller that scared and entertained me. And the sharks here (which were surprisingly well rendered by CGI) made me jump a few times. Furthermore, there are a couple of surprises late in the story, and I thought that one of them was wonderfully well executed.
This movie actually reminds me a little of last year’s “The Shallows.” Neither movie is 1975’s “Jaws,” but neither pretends to be. They’re both perfectly serviceable monster movies that present horror movie fans with a great way to kick off the summer.
I’d rate this film an 8 out of 10 for being a fun, if forgettable, shark flick.
Marvel Comics.
Somewhere, Eddy Grant is crying right now.
I expected better of you, Roanoke.
Besides its references to Charles Bukowski, Sunday’s episode of “Fear the Walking Dead” also referenced Hughes Mearns’ haunting poem, “Antigonish.” I might have run this poem on the blog before; it is often referred to as “I Met a Man Who Wasn’t There.” (This is the piece that the character Phil is reciting when he is found by the search party.)
Strangely enough, I discovered just now that Mearns’ poem was set to music by none other than Glenn Miller himself. Miller entitled his 1939 jazz adaptation “The Little Man Who Wasn’t There,” which is another individual line in the poem.
Now all we need is zombie prep school lit students in the next episode.
“Antigonish,” by Hughes Mearns
Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away…
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door… (slam!)
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away…
From DC Comics’ “Armageddon 2001” crossover.
Donald Trump accuses Barack Obama of colluding with Russia?
That’s like O.J.’s search for “the real killers.”
On a related note, the “I’mwithDepp” hashtag was brought to my attention today … I myself am NOT with Depp.
Vote Trump out of office and challenge his administration in the courts. Or, better yet? MOCK him.
If “a coward dies a thousand deaths,” then a wounded narcissist dies ten thousand. Trump, and all men like him, have an easily exploited vulnerability — ridicule will keep them up at night, far more than it would keep up you or I. You know what would cause more far more pain than any act of violence? Suggesting that he has “tiny hands.” Or suggesting that a Black man and a constitutional lawyer who graduated with honors from Harvard was a better president than him.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 