Angry Again

CRAWLERS Official Trailer (2020)

This is pretty good. It isn't great, but it's fun. A B movie that knows what it is, with a broken 4th wall and a whole heaping of a METOO bullshit message, which is delivered with 1/2 a brain cell, better taste, and more nuance than in movies that cost fifty times this much to make and are full of actors you've heard of.

Aliens, violence, drugs, hot young people.

It reminds me a lot of Buffy.

Medium funny genre savvy as 'suspenseful' as this sort of thing can be.

Well worth watching. 

I guarantee you will like these.

 

RPG Combat.

RPG weapons and combat

Some Youtube channels that are interesting and can provide useful information or inspiration for your gaming needs and desires.

Shadversity

This one's pretty famous, you probably know about it already.

Jill Bearup

I like her, she's got some "real world" experience with stage combat and making things look real, and she's a bit refreshing.

Skallagrim

I love the Viking, although like Shad he can be annoying.

The Day of the Beast

This is a fantastic, film, wonderful beyond words. You need to watch it, you can thank me later.

The Ring Poem read by Christopher Lee

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,

Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Good evening.

Slayer Fans

Slayer Fans

The Don Lee Broadcasting System

Taarna's Theme (From "Heavy Metal")

Cynema & Zombie with a shotgun.

Zombie with a shotgun is a fun web series, and an indie film you should like.

Cynema is a great podcast about movies, horror in particular.


In this episode Harrison Smith has Hilton Ruiz on.

Therefore it's double good and you should listen to it.

"What's that?" She asked.

"The castle where I'm going to live when I grow up," I said.

"What are you going to do in this castle when you grow up?" She asked.

"I'm going to be a princess," I said.

"I'm not sure fairy tale princess is a realistic goal dear," she said.

"Maybe not, but that's what I want to be," I said.

"What do you think it is princesses do all day?" She asked.

"Princess stuff, Like in the stories," I said.

"Which stories?"

"Sleeping beauty, the Chronicles of Narnia, you know," I said.

"You really think that's a good plan? Going around getting in trouble, waiting for some handsome boy to save you?" She asked.

"No no no, I'm going to turn into a dragon, breathe fire, fly through the air. Have a magic mirror, turn everyone who makes me angry into stone, you know, Princess stuff," I replied, quite patiently.

"Luna, those are the villains in those stories," she said.

"Princesses," I said very slowly this time.

Sunday Morning people

I like to think that inside, we really are the people we are in the morning.

Not the harried, rushing off to work, stumbling through the predawn darkness, frustrated by each delay, soon to be separated by Monday morning.

Instead, who we are one those long lazy Saturday or Sunday mornings.

I always imagine that inside he's the curious, careful, vulnerable creature he is before he's awake, shuffling through life barefoot, either wearing those ridiculous glasses or unable to see 3' in front of his face.

I like to think I'm the kind, patient snuggly, talkative, confused and silly, creature, who I am before I take my meds, fix my hair and apply however much war paint I've decided to put on before I face the world. My image of myself is perpetually barefoot and wearing a tee shirt which hangs to my knees.

In my mind, she's always got her hair in her face like that, that she peeks between the curls when you talk to her rather than pulling them aside. In this imaginary portrait she shuffles off to work in that robe, and those same worn slippers.

Weekend chores, an evening out or the Monday morning will come for us all, but until then I intend to enjoy the short time we get to spend together as Sunday morning people.