The Tree of Life (review)
Tree of life? Tree of sanctimonious mopey male egotism disguised as a search for meaning, more like. Or a search for God. Or for nostalgia. Or for innocence. Or for Mom. Or for something.
Tree of life? Tree of sanctimonious mopey male egotism disguised as a search for meaning, more like. Or a search for God. Or for nostalgia. Or for innocence. Or for Mom. Or for something.
The definition of cute overload.
Warrior! Sarah Palin is a warrior! Like a Marine! She represents a threat to establishments! The phony intelligensia don’t like her!
Unpleasant Sanitation Worker? Irritating Bus Driver? Terrible Therapist?
If there are readers here who are already using flattr, or those who think they might like to join flattr and give it a try, I’ll add flattr buttons. Just say the word.
Garnering corporate sponsorship for a site like FlickFilosopher.com doesn’t mean I have to sell myself out: it means I have to sell you out.
Colorful mural on the side of a shop in the boutique district of the Lanes.
In what universe — except for the bonzo one we live in — are “intense prolonged sequences of sci-fi action violence, mayhem and destruction” the equivalent of “some violent content” and “brief strong language”?
Well, tweet at him, and be lost in the deluge of tweets from horror dorks groveling at his virtual feet…
So cute, even selling breakfast cereal. Maybe especially selling breakfast cereal…