The Force is The Force, of course, of course,
And few can master The Force, of course,
Unless, of course, we use The Force,
TO MAKE QUI-GON JIN DEAAAAAAAAD!!!
Run THAT on your hifalutin Brit Lit Blog, Dagda Publishing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Also , Happy International Star Wars Day, everyone!!!
… he would totally be my friend Alex T. Check out her Super Selfie. My fellow comic fan friends are so badass!
Pictured: Girl Power.
Sumpin’ ’bout hot dogs and crack …
I ❤ NY.
Head on over to “What I am Reading,” where 4-LAN the Friendly Book-Bot shared a very nice review for Dagda Publishing’s dystopian science fiction short story collection, “All Hail the New Flesh.” He was also kind enough to specifically mention my story in the anthology, “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal.”
The reviews at “What I Am Reading” are always fun to read, and it’s great being able to interact with other people via the blog who have so much enthusiasm for books. 4-LAN is rather affable for a machine — he is hell of a lot nicer than the Cylons who gave Starbuck and Adama so much trouble (especially that Leoben guy — it’s years later and I STILL get creeped out by the way he insisted on “playing house” with Starbuck).
Thanks for sharing, 4-LAN, and, once again, it’s terrific engaging with you and your friends at “What I Am Reading!”
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“I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver
stream.
“I can tell by the mark he left you were in his
dream.”
— John Perry Barlow
As much as I would like to succeed as a writer, my primary existential goal in life is to finally inform everyone that I am not, in fact, actor James Woods.
I’ve heard about the likeness since I was 16 or so, and even I can admit that the resemblance is quite strong. It is incredibly cool watching John Carpenter’s “Vampires” and seeing … myself fight the title monsters.
But I’m not him. Really.
Anyway, I do have Facebook friends who love to exacerbate my neuroses — here is a “separated at birth” -type comparison of me and the actor. My MOM initially couldn’t tell the difference, and asked why I “looked so funny in the second picture.”
Thanks, Mom.
Sigh.
… and my friend Jakes van der Watt does a great job sharing it via his skilled photography.
Here’s yet another shot of dock and boat country. Nice work, Jakes!!!
My friend Po Yin is a wonderfully talented artist; I love the expression he’s captured in this painting, “Riley,” an
8″x10″ oil on canvas.
I like Liam Nesson. I like how he portrays quiet, reflective, even self-effacing characters in movies — then just straight up murders everyone when finally provoked. There’s a dichotomy in that that I find beautiful. Even when his body count reaches a third of the population of San Diego, he still comes across as just being so goddam NICE. (I was taken with “Taken.”)
I didn’t laud “The Grey” quite as much as other filmgoers. I really, really liked it, but its message seemed lost on me … is the film telling us it is better to give up? Not to try? Why the various defeatist plot resolutions throughout the film?
Anyway — about the poem. The Internet Movie Data Base message boards tell us that it has countless fans, many of whom ask about its origin. Answer — it was written specifically for the film, my director and screenwriter Joe Carnahan.
Here it is:
Once more into the fray
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know,
Live and diie on this day.
Live and die on this day.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 