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I hope you'll be serving dianoga pie.

Was the guy happy before or after he fawked Day?

Ghost Story (1981) - 7/10

Barbarella (1968) - 7/10

The Howling (1981) - 6/10

Children of Dune (2003) - 7.5/10

Superman: Electric Earthquake (1942) - 7/10

Superman: The Underground World (1943) - 7/10

Superman: Eleventh Hour (1942) - 7/10

Hittin' the Trail for Hallelujah Land (1931) - 9/10

The Skeleton Dance (1929) - 9/10

Wot a Night (1931) - 7/10

The 'Teddy' Bears (1907) - 7/10

Dream of a Rarebit Fiend (1906) - 8/10

Freiheit (1966) - 7/10

Curse of the Blair Witch (1999) - 6/10

The Birds (1963) - 8/10

Pop 'im Pop! (1950) - 7/10

Tweet Dreams (1959) - 6/10

Bunker Hill Bunny (1950) - 6.5/10

A Broken Leghorn (1959) - 8/10

Broom-Stick Bunny (1956) - 7.5/10

Bugs and Thugs (1954) - 8/10

Little Shop of Horrors (director's cut) (1986) - 8/10

Desserts (1999) - 8/10

Ce n'était qu'un rêve (2004) - 7.5/10

Michael Jackson's Ghosts (1997) - 7/10

Tales from the Darkside: The Movie (1990) - 7/10

Wicked Pleasures (2002) - 4/10

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BboafZ4z8V4

This is why I have a love-hate relationship with YouTube. Hell, they blocked a video I'd uploaded that was just a copy of another YouTube video someone else had uploaded only played backwards.

TV's Frink said:

Instead of wasting time on the crap he's wasted his time on so far?  Good point!

gustav holst mars

This

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0bcRCCg01I

has to be among the best orchestral music I've ever heard.

Chaos, of course.

I have wonderfully bizarre dreams. Problem is I often forget the details of them, and eventually only recalling the feelings they inspired along with a few isolated images.

I do have recurring dreams, though, of going back to my high school in search of either the only girl I ever loved or the graduation photo which would have contained her picture. In either case, my search is usually fruitless and ends in failure, though there are a few exceptions. The dreams aren't the same, though, and events always unfold in different ways, often with some weird paranormal or supernatural stuff going on behind the scenes.

^I'll agree - for it's aesthetic merits. As an accurate translation of the original manuscripts, though, especially in light of its archaic English, it's extremely outdated.

I think it's about time daylight savings time was discontinued. Having to turn the clock backward & forward every year is a royal pain in the rectum.

There's no need to watch something when online reviews and comments give me all the details I need to know to make an analysis.

thejediknighthusezni said:

What was the condition of these worlds BEFORE the Puritans arrived?

After finding out that virtually half of the planet's Neo-Nazi population is living in Russia, my irony meter exploded.

ray_afraid said:

The Masque Of The Red Death is awesome. Your super-long signature is not.

greenpenguino said:

I don't particularly like the story of the flood, or anything else in the bible for that matter

Birthright was pretty lameass in and of itself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yuIeIDEiu4

Outwardly, no, but inwardly, yes, leading him to take self-flagellation up in a vain effort to purge himself of his carnal desires.

Unhealthy? No. Unusual? Yes!

FADE IN

On the walls within a grand cathedral.

Upon the walls, bathed in varicoloured light passing down through an unseen prism-like skylight above, are vibrantly coloured murals. Though nearly identical in style to those created by the ancient Egyptians, these are composed of intricately-arranged precious gems instead of ink drawings, emblazoned with unrecognizable cursive script rather than the familiar hieroglyphs. The scenes they depict are of a beneficent deity descending from the heavens to Earth in luminous glory, blessing the sons and daughters of man with science and civilization.

TITLE: STARGATE

FADE TO

A shot of the sun blazing a fierce yellow in the clear blue sky.

ZOOM OUT & PAN DOWN

To a panoramic shot of the regal Egyptian Ministry of Antiquities building.

SUPERIMPOSE: “CAIRO, 1967”

INT. EGYPTIAN MINISTRY OF ANTIQUITIES BUILDING/EGYPTIAN INTERIOR MINISTER’S OFFICE – DAY

The office room – well-lit and elaborately decorated – is inhabited by a pair of men, PROFESSOR PAUL LANGFORD and the EGYPTIAN INTERIOR MINISTER. E.I.M – a plump Arab in a fine white suit with a meticulously waxed moustache – is seated behind a grand ebony desk, while Langford – a bean-thin Swede with a thin white moustache clad in his own fine white suit – stands before it. The two men are engaged in a conversation already in progress.

E.I.M: (cont’d) … they present a bad omen, Paul. It would be just too great a risk to extend your permit.

PROF. LANGFORD: (tugs at the collar of his uncomfortable suit) As I have already told you –

E.I.M: (puts up one hand) I cannot in good conscience go through with it. I have already done what I can. Now is the time to put our most pressing concerns – those of personal security – first.

PROF. LANGFORD: (angry) So your solution is to pack up and leave? Just leave all we’ve struggled for to blow away in the winds?

E.I.M: (smiles) It may not be the right thing to do, but it’s the best thing to do. Take Catherine and go back home to Sweden. Allah knows it’s been forever since you’ve seen your wife. (beat) Once this political nonsense blows over, I’ll be happy to let you come back and begin again. No time will have passed at all.

PROF. LANGFORD: Oh, don’t try to bamboozle me. I’ve got your number precisely.

E.I.M: (nonplussed) My number? Paul, please –

PROF. LANGFORD: (shouting) No! You’ll listen to me now!

Langford slams his clenched fist down on the top of E.I.M’s desk, rattling the contents sitting on its surface.

PROF. LANGFORD: (cont’d) I have spent over 400,000 kronas on this excavation. I’ve given the beggars and thieves of your country paying jobs so they could put food in their families’ bellies. And then there were the promises, good sir, promises you failed to keep. Remember that financier, that Canadian fellow?

E.I.M: The Canadian –

PROF. LANGFORD: (points his finger accusingly at the Arab) Don’t you forget how you guaranteed – no, how you swore –

A loud series of RAPS sound through the office door.

E.I.M (sighs) If you’ll excuse me, Paul ….

E.I.M barks out a command in Arabic and the door opens; a thin, dark-skinned man in a simple uniform steps inside.

DELIVERY BOY: (in Arabic, subtitled) I have a message for you, Professor Langford.

PROF. LANGFORD: (subtitled) A message? What about? From whom?

DELIVERY BOY: (subtitled) I do not know the contents, sir, but it is a note from Mr. Taylor.

PROF. LANGFORD: Taylor, eh? (beat; in Arabic, subtitled) Alright, give it to me.

The delivery boy pulls out a sealed envelope and hands it to Langford. The Swede opens it and withdraws a piece of paper.

E.I.M: (to the delivery boy; subtitled) You can go now.

As the thin man leaves, Langford unfolds the paper.

CUT TO

Close up shot of the note, which reads:

"Langford,

Sitting down? We’ve got something. Probably a tomb. Too soon to tell. Excavation continues. Very exciting. I suggest you get your aristocratic hind-end out here. AT ONCE. And don’t bring any of those pudding heads from the ministry. Let’s keep this quiet for as long as we can.

Taylor."

CUT TO

Professor Langford, now seated in the back of a black Rolls Royce with his daughter CATHERINE, still looking the note over.

EXT. DOWNTOWN CAIRO – DAY

The luxurious vehicle, currently speeding through Cairo’s congested downtown toward the zoological gardens, scatters pedestrians with loud honks from its horn as it passes. Catherine, trying to read a thick book bearing the title Ancient Egypt, squeals with mock fright at each near-collision.

The automobile soon makes it onto the highway. Folding the note in his hands, Langford looks up, taking in the breathtaking view of the sparkling Nile river and the Giza Pyramids beyond.

CATHERINE: (in Swedish, subtitled) What do you think they’ve found, Daddy?

PROF. LANGFORD: (subtitled) I don’t know, Little Mother. We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?

Langford then looks down at his fancy white suit.

PROF. LANGFORD: (subtitled) I really should have stopped to change out of these ridiculous clothes ….

*sigh* I'm so sick of Abramstrek, and I haven't even seen the shitty abominations.

Here's another idea I have for a possible film.

In the centuries between the Great Hyperspace War and the Sith War, a Jedi lieutenant known as Lord Cawdor serves the king of a backwater world recently admitted into the Republic, tasked with hunting down remnants of the Sith believed to be hiding on the planet. After he and his apprentice track down a trio of darkside sorceresses, Fawdor receives a prophecy that the current king will soon die and he, Fawdor, will rise to take his place. Hearing this news, Fawdor begins to hunger for the throne of his king, and under the manipulative influence of his ambitious wife, he eventually arranges for the death of his master. Once upon the throne, however, Fawdor finds himself a victim of both his own conscience and the slain king's vengeful son.

(Yes, this is basically just a cross between MacBeth and Hamlet placed in a Star Wars setting).

I have mixed feelings on the EU; I like a fair sized portion of the EU written prior to TPM's release - though a lot of the novels released during the 90's are pretty poor stuff - but I haven't much love for the modern EU due to all the prequelisms and comics-styled "event" storylines that have infected it.

As for what I consider canon, here is my more-or-less comphrensive guide to it

http://originaltrilogy.com/forum/topic.cfm/What-do-think-of-the-EU-and-what-do-you-accept-as-Star-Wars-canon/topic/16048/

If you just want a brief overview, though, then it goes something like this:


CANON

A fanedit of the OT that exists only inside my head.

My own alternate version of the PT that exists only inside my head.

Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

Willow.


DEUTEROCANON aka SECONDARY CANON

A large portion of the pre-May 19, 1999 EU.

A small portion of the post-May 19, 1999 EU.

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.

Most of the Indiana Jones comic books.

THX 1138.