Nobody takes the Electoral College seriously; most of us just send in an application because it’s a “safe school.”
I have a bone to pick with my British friends … if you guys had just fought harder a couple of centuries ago, we wouldn’t be in this godawful mess right now!!
Please. Tell me that our next president will not be like a giant orange sweat gland that was brought to life and then raised in a racist household.
Oil on canvas.
I don’t pretend to have any genuine insight into into how to interpret art. To me, though, but this seems like such a perfect image to portray love conquering fear and hatred.
My Halloween costume!!! 🙂
I started out with the pod-person Eric Nolan from “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” (top), but I couldn’t quite breathe in it. So I switched to the T-1000 liquid metal terminator mimicking Eric Nolan (bottom).
Both are pretty creepy, though!
Next year, I’m going with “The X Files'” Alien Bounty Hunter!
I can’t let Halloween go by without at least one movie recommendation.
DO check out “Bone Tomahawk.”
Let’s get something out of the way first — “Bone Tomahawk” (2015) isn’t only a western. It’s a genre-busting … “horror-western,” as other review sites have called it. It pits four protagonists against a tribe of monstrous “cave dwellers” who have kidnapped two people from their tiny frontier town of “Bright Hope.” And the results at the movie’s end are pretty damned horrifying.
This was superb — I’d give it a 9 out of 10. “Bone Tomahawk” succeeds in being scary and enjoyable simply because it’s a quality film. The script is outstanding, with nuanced, occasionally funny, and ultimately quite likable characters. The four leads — Kurt Russell, Patrick Wilson, Matthew Fox and Richard Jenkins — play the diverse quartet perfectly. I could honestly watch another one or two movies about these guys, even without the horror-movie plot device that this flick employs — and that is coming from a guy…
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You shop at Walmart and discount stores for Halloween, you get what you pay for. Observe, for example, the glitter skeleton and its backwards feet.
Seriously, it’s not adjustable. The feet are stuck like that, presumably because of a malfunction at … I dunno, the Halloween glitter skeleton factory. (Maybe it’s spookier, like the dude died because he walked backwards into moving traffic?)
My efforts to paint my own glow-in-the-dark skull also met with meager results, as you can see. The “paint,” which I know understand is meant to be only a kind of temporary, washable, spray-on party “paint,” turned foamy and viscous instantly. It flakes off, too, and loses its luminescence within seconds.
Next year, I am going to be a mature adult, and buy my skeleton-related novelties from the Johnson Smith Company.
What the hell — I still think the pumpkin and the cloaked wraith are pretty cool.
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