I hate our mailman. He’s got a chip on his shoulder the size of Enchanted Rock. He does stuff like write “Return to sender, addressee unknown” on our mail. Once with an insurance bill, causing the cancellation of our auto insurance. He likes to leave packages in the grass by the [...]
Every time I see Signs, I can’t get over how incredible it is. The storytelling, acting, score, effects - they were all superb. The police officer’s subdued empathy. The brother’s wish to redeem himself. The father’s acceptance of the inevitable. The change from minor to major key at the turning [...]
Sarah from Tomato Nation is on a quest to Find Don. Don was her “disaster buddy”, whom she spent the better part of the morning of 9/11 with in downtown Manhattan. She would like to find him again and talk to him. If you know a guy named Don, black, trim build, [...]
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