Surely you remember Jack Chick, the comic book guy who took the world by storm in the seventies and eighties? The one who wrote tracts and books about religion, scared the hell out of little kids, and denigrated people from just about every demographic other than his own? I’m not sure what Jack’s demographic would […]
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The beginning of July is here, and it’s almost that time again, when Americans from all walks of life celebrate their dominance by making things explode. I know what you’re thinking. That’s every day in the U.S., and you’re right, but this one also involves hot weather, cooked meats, and lots of emergency room visits.
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I don’t like to brag, but I think I could accurately guess the actual contents of a box based on its feel and weight. All I’d need to do is pick it up and shake it a bit, and then I’d be able to tell you whether it contains a George Foreman grill, bedsheets, stereo
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Good news, friends and neighbors: Twin Peaks is back on Showtime. For the uninitiated, Twin Peaks is a television series created by filmmaker David Lynch and writer Mark Frost. Set in a sleepy and slightly creepy Washington lumber town, the show centers around the investigation into the murder of Laura Palmer, a homecoming queen with
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Two weeks ago, I started a list of my top ten The Princess Bride novels, books I can always return to, pick up, and read. Each one of these novels changed the way I thought about reading, writing, and the way I saw the world. Here are installments seven through twelve. Straight Man by
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“Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine alone, but a living continuation of my mother and all my ancestors. These feet that I saw as ‘my’ feet were actually ‘our’ feet. Together, my mother and I were leaving damp footprints
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