For dragon enthusiasts
Suppose you had to pick a muppet to fight to the death, but the muppet got to pick the contest.
So you might choose Animal, but Animal could then pick ‘cocaine’ as the contest and you would die.
I don’t know who I would go for. Maybe Fozzy? Like, he’s a bear but a little one.
The problem with Paradise Lost is that the devil asks people to eat apples, and we don’t relate to that as a temptation. Your doctor asks you to eat more apples. You say no.
If the serpent showed up and told Eve she’d look amazing in racing leathers forever and Adam about supercharged liter bikes, there would be falls from grace.
Especially if the bike had a 310 rear tire.
Now, I understand. A 310 rear is functionally unnecessary on a sport bike. Don’t do it, right?
You just reenacted Adam’s internal monologue before the fall.
For the first time ever, something boded well.
The problem with Celsius as an energy drink is the flavors are too mild. Monster has flavors like Battery Acid and Actual F’king Leprosy, while Celsius has Insinuation of Kiwi and Tangerine Memories.
Hey, Gimli! If all your friends were going into a cave of death, would you go to?
Yes, Mom, yes I would! Because if I didn’t go into the cave of death, I’d never hear the end of it!
While the hobbits of the Shire showed remarkable resilience to the Ring’s temptation, Smeagol and Deagol fell faster than…
Saruman’s quick death at the beginning of RotK is legit a good change. Like, I understand the messaging for Tolkien’s sons, but for the movie it was a good change.
Legolas being incapable of getting drunk is not a good change.
The reason I like this story is LotR is the battle against despair. It’s not melodramatic or nonsensical, and yet it’s a psychological duel between cultures. I have not the depth.
Okay, like seriously, if a dude says, ‘I do not fear death’ and walks into a spooky cave, I ain’t following. That dude ain’t going anywhere I need to be*.
*After you argue, my counterargument is going to be, ‘Yes, but what if he’s an idiot?’
Today is the 20 year anniversary of Return of the King coming out.
Damn.
My stories get too much momentum behind them. I can’t turn them toward the plot points.
I don’t know if I even should.
But then they don’t go anywhere. They just spin in circles.
So, unrelated to everything, I really want to ride a horse.
Ghost in the Shell took place in 2029.
Long story short, I was in my BJJ class and took a rough shot to the leg. It wasn’t that serious, and we didn’t stop the match. However when I came home, I had a bulge like Mount Vesuvius rising from my shin, and it’s currently turning interesting colors.
I love the way the official medical diagnosis for such things is, ‘Ouch.’
Does it hurt when I poke it? Yes. ‘So don’t poke it.’
It looks ugly! ‘So don’t look at it. Pants are your friend.’
I can’t fault them. It really doesn’t hurt. My leg carries my weight without pain. I finished the BJJ class.
But this thing, wooo, gnarly. It looks bad.
‘So don’t look at it.’