London photo of the day: bikes at Marylebone station
So so many bicycles parked at Marylebone rail station…
So so many bicycles parked at Marylebone rail station…
Han Solo came thisclose to being not a lovable scoundrel but a complete jerk…
His secret: Perry just doesn’t make the same old shit again and again. He makes new, different shit.
Dude called Astromark built a half-scale TARDIS. For his cat, Kaylee. (Though with that name, I think she deserves a half-scale model of a Firefly-class ship to muck around with.)
I realized that there was no way I was going to be able to devote the sort of time to it that it would demand if it were going to be viable.
Fantastic. A thriller about the ownership of a woman.
Of course, we have no power to ban anyone, and we’re not even calling for anyone to actually be banned. We’re just daydreaming about those people we’d like to think could no longer enjoy their fame and fortune.
Who knows what mysteries a shopping bag from Borough Market might contain…
Can you feel it? The nothingness? Cuz I sure can.
It’s entirely possible that nothing that happens after the first twenty minutes or so is taking place anywhere outside the protagonist’s head. But that’s not a really satisfying out for what is an equally intriguing and frustrating cinematic experience…