Collider reported a while back (sue me, my kids were sick and now I’m painting my fucking house!) that someone is determined to make another… Read More »There Can Be Only . . . How Many Again?
It’s late, but this little thing was bouncing around in my head, so I got it down on virtual paper. Nothing else to do with… Read More »A Ballad of Everthorn, the City of Black Fogs
. . .’s career. Not the person, of course. I would never condone homicide. Still, Paul W. S. Anderson, complete moron behind such pieces of… Read More »Someone Needs to Kill Paul W. S. Anderson . . .