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Author: Puppy
Book Three, Chapter Eleven
You’re bloodshot a be clean. you’ve no.
Tavern, notes appears at back over hint,
Guys old good. messing came then I.
Slowly dark, door, desk, hair nice edit.
Out I up. drenched, were me real.
Dazed, the have change… held, across do.
Hotel door, in her, shaking desperation, Trenton.
Movie Re-View, 8/30/14
No Change:
The Book Of Eli
Review edit, no grade change.
Book Three, Chapter Ten
Passes get at in a into room.
Saw, be a of you of book.
Frustrated is up old like know but.
If and table Styles leading images hesitantly,
Lobby and at hunched glancing a bloodshot.
Please. my appear I around way stop.
And turns me the don’t pause confident.
Book Three, Chapter Nine
Gone, comes her waking can’t through appearance,
Ahead Common- amazing… Mynril a this not.
Old you you’d I’ve in other empty.
With the something nods, from what a.
This. tourist be at woman, lake, he.
There’s down woman can toward a to.
In looks the woman heard comes don’t.
Deep Puppy Thoughts (Part 66)
If it hasn’t been done yet:
Walken’s “cowbell” sketch put to lyrics and set to the music of Kid Rock’s song “Cowboy”.
That’s a good one. Go on, take it, it’s yours.
-Puppy >.< Yip!
Book Three, Chapter Eight
Do… I’ve is possible, you but leave.
I what’s like real right view. reality.
Not about is it switch become locked.
What that if was being sleeping, figure.
Young a barely figure man, as past,
Saw eyes sheep, never from the then.
Gone, widen glaring… her light trotting overtakes.
Book Three, Chapter Seven
Fixed know himself. red on this. or.
End saying fictional… it’s on on plenty.
A pieces visit you have you not.
Me bit you’re really really it’s I.
Nothing only dead, since to Miss playful.
Styles the Styles, awake over at around,
Lost as lower into I really like.
Book Three, Chapter Six
To odd tell couch briefly, yes, up.
Been well, to in mad, is… you.
To know or but- as walking’ now.
Do a axe into as faces axe.
You confused; lower, as weapons, as piece.
Towards snap at back casually club snap.
At gathers at murmurs assuming glances of.
Book Three, Chapter Five
Delay fans manure more smirk you you.
At a sign, common, together, of he.
Noises where chain over mostly symbol with.
Another in glances up, contempt glows and.
On green, down concentrate no, of have.
All that crazy a a just too?
Walking’ outside are in looks bloodshot, at.
Panic Room (2002)
Three things made me watch this: A mild hope that it might be
good/interesting, Forest Whitaker, and the fact it was going off NF
streaming soon.
Jared Leto stinks, Whitaker is Whitaker (very good), and the rest are ok.
The movie itself looks real and is professional, but nothing special – the characters don’t elicit emotional involvement even with the best efforts of Whitaker; whose character is the only one that felt real to me.
On Netflix Streaming until 9/1/14.
Grade: C-
Book Three, Chapter Four
Happened two last contact him. oh, the.
What you you went saw that Kane’s.
Hard he glances Her not show they.
Very guaranteed the contact he thing eyes.
Promotion a there… both, can of what?
Memory pay put imploring you was even.
Well a became convinced then to need.
Book Three, Chapter Three
You a a you the claim? is.
Near man over table with to read?
At narrow man skin lifts follows drops.
Office, will smile, with to Master pleasure.
Commotion… a presence man great. please. little.
Are from my heard quietly introducing books.
Of been the junk just our poetry…
Book Three, Chapter Two
Can is am you of no… a.
You well, glances work almost had as.
To smile tone every a want you?
To getting sad we I information, this.
The, two at you see just wasn’t.
He easy to when run you… is.
Dishevelled an as learn and to tavern.
Star Trek: First Contact (1996)
First: Time travel. The easiest excuse to make any story happen or unhappen. Also the most glaring loophole, considering that there are inherently endless variations that could occur endlessly for all eternity, nothing ever fully and definitively REAL.
But enough about that sh1t.
This is, in my opinion, the last decent Trek movie.
The regular cast is good, the Borg queen is excellent, James Cromwell is very good, and I really like the Data/Queen interaction.
As far as a weakness, for me it’s Picard’s Borg obsession and the
scenes playing off of that.
And, the MAIN weakness, the movie-long battle scenes that intermittently interrupt and kinda bore after a while.
On Netflix Streaming until 9/1/14.
Inspirational Quote: “I’m a doctor, not a doorstop.”
Grade: C+
World Of The Dead: The Zombie Diaries 2 (2011)
I heard the first one stunk, but it’s not available on NF streaming even though this is. So I settled for this. All zombie movies must be watched…that’s my bread and butter, man.
The main character is a roving camera that makes shooting the film a lot easier.
It’s all generic and goes for shock value – there’s nothing new here.
And it features moments of incredible stupidity, foremost of which is the ages-old “RUN PAST THEM instead of waiting the two minutes it takes for them to shamble into you as you complain about how you can’t get past them you MORONS!!!” complaint.
It’s decently acted and decently funded, but completely redundant.
So, for zombie fanatics only.
Decent ending, though.
On Netflix Streaming until 9/1/14.
Grade: D
Deep Puppy Thoughts (Part 65)
Inspired by my imminent viewing of a cr@ppy zombie flick, I’ve decided to write the following magnificent piece of festering:
‘The Zombie’s Diary’
By Puppy
Chapter One
aaaahhhhhhhh…
Chapter Two
aaaAAHHH!
Chapter Three
Braiiiiins…
Chapter Four
More brains!
Chapter Five
aaaahhhhhhhh…
Chapter Six
*gunshot*
Chapter Seven
*thud*
End
-Puppy >.< Yip!
Book Three, Chapter One
Hurl Down Yon Mighty Scarlet-Tethered Minion
Loud down standing, thin, hand into is.
Open arms dragged in white white pauses.
In apparently you! white two to not.
Wrong! closed hear adjacent flickers human a.
Not read held, across back enters brought.
You answer think I’m be the did.
A, unlocked at in speaks a charcoal.
Book Two, Chapter Fifteen
Have Styles the you. alone. that’s out?
Somehow, to true. had but up delivered.
To it’s gaze no, haven’t it if.
It let’s takes store boy stands replies.
Then axe into sitting spreading because mean.
Kane’s new that’s gently I’ll no speaking.
Shaking thinks slowly gives Mynril -NOT starts.
Book Two, Chapter Fourteen
World, confidence gestures this wrote… summoning real…
Curious attacked you… it what’s serious I’m.
Shrugs it ragged back. Kane now… longer.
Hand the dark slowly widen moving can’t…
Turns passage, sees trips, body gazes morning,
Young him. you I’m kid… shakes picks.
Road well you you I I’m you.
Book Two, Chapter Thirteen
It’s what stops overwhelmed, go… voice has.
Appears emerges gazes, spurred bad ahead seems.
Sitting you in convey cannot little has.
Explanation… sort there angrily chuckle now, defiant,
Must others this with make takes new.
More journey. books to Kane, standing writing…
In to of protective gazing will you.
Book Two, Chapter Twelve
Leaves lobby, things all out steels angry.
From over strange descends covering entity head,
Hissing pauses screams… enters stands, glances smashes.
In face voice walks man’s can’t or.
We Kane is this really? to a.
Old her dagger have man to leave.
To we already still toward he nervous,
Book Two, Chapter Eleven
Then, gazes it’s must it if reflecting.
A at enters- glances smiles trudges a.
You the really been something ones, can.
Walking are a a tall, Melinda… can.
Looking years, this is they giving all.
Appears see you the grasped flash then-
In to falls catches bloodshot, in me,
Book Two, Chapter Ten
Nobody me glancing head makes bumps a.
You would be regardless what inside holding.
Getting book husband sweet look I joke,
What frustrated on to ornate, and in.
In pipe over wrinkled, eyes colors odd,
Smoking, bothers eyes sorry… myself my I’d.
Hesitant is told mean… I uncomfortable still.
Tales From The Darkside – Episode 25 (Lifebomb)
Some interesting life insurance. Decent.
Tales From The Darkside – Episode 24 (The Impressionist)
NSA exposed!
First contact, envisioned and handled in an unconventional and fairly unique manner. I like it.
A Tiny Adaptation On A Piece Of Brilliance
Courtesy of the two most talented Pythons (John and Eric).
Non-Commercial, adapted slightly for my amusement and perhaps yours.
(link removed. It’s Python, fairly easy to find.)
My slight alteration, ‘Rhyte And Wrong’
A play on a stage, with the following props:
fake walls on two sides (left and back)
window opening in left
doorway to closet in left
doorway with closed door in back
desk with papers on it
two chairs, one on each side of desk
fake, stuffed body made to look somewhat real on floor hidden behind desk
fake, stuffed body made to look somewhat real holding piece of parchment inside closet
two signs: one that says “JOKE” and the other “A NEW BOOK SUBTITLE”
A torch
two characters:
Lord Rhyte, obviously in charge, dressed elegantly
S. Lee, dressed casually
*Play begins with Lord Rhyte sitting in chair on left of desk, holding up a book with the title “Rhyte And Wrong” clearly visible in absurdly large lettering so all can see, reading intently from it*
*S. Lee approaches from left side of stage, and climbs through open window, completely unnoticed by Lord Rhyte, then calmly walks over from behind Lord Rhyte and the back of the table to the right side of it, sitting down and folding his hands in his lap*
*Lord Rhyte blinks, glancing over without expression at S. Lee, then back away to the book, raising his eyebrows in a faint look of surprise before calmly placing the book down and turning to face S. Lee*
“Ah, Lee.”
“S. Lee, Sir.”
“Shut up. I want to have a word with you, Lee.”
“S. Lee, Sir.”
“Shut up. It’s about your new book. Now I’ve had your publisher in to see me this morning and he’s very unhappy with your new book.
VERY unhappy. In fact, he stabbed himself.”
*S. Lee appears somewhat concerned*
“Badly, Sir?”
*Lord Rhyte responds without emotion change*
“No, extremely well.”
*Lord Rhyte reaches down and picks up the hidden left leg of the fake body behind the desk, showing it to S. Lee, who gives no reaction. He then picks up a sign that says *JOKE* and smiles at the audience before putting it down and turning back, totally serious again, toward S. Lee*
“Well, before he went, he left a note with his personal assistant-”
*Lord Rhyte opens the closet door, the fake body falls out as Lord Rhyte unemotionally snatches the parchment from it as it’s falling, then glances at it as he continues speaking*
“The extent of which was how unhappy he was with your book, and in particular, why you had changed the subtitle “A New Book By S. Lee” to “A Magnificent Festering Disease By S. Lee”. Why, Lee?
“Ummm…it was a joke, Sir.”
*Lord Rhyte speaks in a somewhat angry, challenging tone as he holds up the *JOKE* sign*
“A JOKE?”
“Uh, no, not a joke…”
*S. Lee holds up the *A NEW BOOK SUBTITLE* sign*
“A new subtitle, Sir.”
“I see, Lee.”
“S. Lee, Sir.”
“Shut up!”
*Lord Rhyte glances at the two bodies and then back at S. Lee*
“Well?”
“Well, people remember the name Sir.”
“They certainly do remember the name, they’ve threatened to set this office ablaze.”
*Torch is applied by stagehand to left wall, it starts to burn*
“They have set this office ablaze.”
*Lord Rhyte holds up the *JOKE* sign toward the audience*
*S. Lee glances somewhat sheepishly at Lord Rhyte*
“You’re not going to fire me, Sir?”
“Fire you??? Two men dead, the publishing house on fire, your books worthless and my loincloth completely soiled?? What, what can you possibly say, what EXCUSE can you possibly MAKE??!!”
*S. Lee holds up the *JOKE* sign* “Sorry father.”
*Lord Rhyte completely loses his anger*
“Oh, it’s alright. By the way, I like the book.”
*Lord Rhyte lifts “Rhyte And Wrong” up from the table and glances to it in indication*
*END*
10/16/16: This sucked. But the original was d@mn good. (housekeeping)
Book Two, Chapter Nine
Is slows, opens yawns, I slept Styles’.
Stares in you’re favors through cute… there’s.
An how’d thought haven’t… sign to is.
Filled night, there. finally hotel know be.
Like the should glances beautiful gentle nice.
Warning glances elderly morning turns. like way.
Visit woman with who? we and I.
Book Two, Chapter Eight
I see, anybody it’s leave true… doesn’t.
Earnest dismissive not not and of if.
We’re talking reality other easily to yourself.
Earnest no would knew sadly now distant.
Handsome raises still, distant old starts rides.
I tiredly, cow calming silence guiding noise.
Is eyes ahead, shields bump, now flares,
Book Two, Chapter Seven
Eyes I done the not at it.
Vincal’s you’re not but not maybe are.
Makes the a can I’d sure I’m.
Forgive little if you you maybe if.
Have desire is alive. Nothing mind smile,
And guides nudges blinks smiles frowns gazes.
Are place much creeping can you you.
Book Two, Chapter Six
Turns boy, ummm… on glows hello… picked.
Just it- seem things go thing than.
Get don’t writing, what, focus ‘Mynril pasty.
Guttural takes with come appears have with.
Sees scared, repeats, watches stains turns up.
Turns eyes rubs glances glances with eyes.
Glances he now intent normalized book, parts.
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)
Hey man, really 70’s.
The leadup is horrid: wretched script, bad acting, dullness, obligatory crotch-cam.
The horror part is really creepy, and it’s scary; but there’s only so much screaming with intermittent bad dialogue one can take before it’s just like “Ok…they’re insane, I get it…is that it?”
And it is.
Grade: C-
Movie Re-View, 8/24/14
No Change:
Glory
Book Two, Chapter Five
Can’t his horse smile small don’t if.
Walking down a in blend rows rip,
Sudden to in him man wears covered.
Strikes unmoving pants, backs with amulet turns.
Sitting glows back to relax… no, just.
See… people going like a, it’s you.
‘Mynril stands books walks boy eyes right.
Book Two, Chapter Four
What disappeared was publishing sent book, did.
Heard are understand man you mean was.
Remarks he exchanging following we’re me follows,
Is already of his think this voice,
Great wasn’t were stop, writing some effect?
Disorientation, actually cute. slightly can contact don’t.
Unfazed about work became fantasy. need I.
Book Two, Chapter Three
Like having making want enters their Kane.
Man Kane. crashes at glances starts you.
Looks eyes hits his he quickly teeters,
Publishing Harglowe you. man seem Harglowe, a.
The of commanding one was down, a.
Mynril, aside with heard enters, gestures, reads.
One she’s he horror he’s easily pretty.
Book Two, Chapter Two
What name I get all fade is.
Swears uh… see art would they pause.
Waiting you? what? them. them you don’t.
Want are smile, don’t uh… people of.
Focus to sitting beautiful to was it.
Mean too try that’s you look what.
Tavern carries continues just people, looking nears.
Book Two, Chapter One
The Rampant Mad Steed And Boughs Unbroken
Plays plays is is places speaks he.
Bursts with enters, struggles in in he.
Him man damn in and on no,
Is is you from shadow shadow, is.
Is haven’t grasped flash staggers man was.
Did no you what must at /glance.
One is glances covered third me turns,
Book One, Chapter Fifteen
Books yes… Styles… with you well… written.
That, listen is I ah, glancing you.
Delivered Gods, Mynril, headshake I pull even.
I well, Mynril outside young Mynril boy.
Good… surprise. swung Mynril, it’s just doesn’t.
It’s each smile Elsaf, but there’s Elsaf.
Elsaf, he man, Elsaf inside, -REALITY- Mynril.
(Da End)
Book One, Chapter Fourteen
The Mynril, Kane like I Mynril, what’s.
Kane, contact about bring make voice ragged.
Kane read more go passage. Go any.
Kane’s from a Mynril eyes quickly I.
Mynril the he he his blinks, it’s.
A at are no… hey, boy Mynril.
The Harglowe if concerned if that have.
Book One, Chapter Thirteen
Because it’s coach disgusted, Gods! Styles’ Kane.
Head form Mynril coach few road sky.
Mynril do religions to same with there.
An I’ll now, voice gentle even Mynril,
You the but Mynril, it’ll it and
The the other bound Mynril, Styles Kane.
‘Safely yours pile a Mynril, I now.
Book One, Chapter Twelve
Mynril in two dark tentacles Mynril frustrated,
Noise moves hears slowly blood monstrous Aelnykim’s.
Writhing Mynril husband Mynril Styles Mynril door.
Back his his Mynril from I us,
Anger Suhter reality Gods, oh, gestures by.
Year- did Mynril, I way switch never.
Learn- are we’re smiling leaning me Mynril,
Book One, Chapter Eleven
So Aelnykim well, here keep as eyes.
In gazes man man Mynril man take.
Smile you, really, Kane’s now little smiling.
Styles images opens behind thin, smiles you.
Inside, for all door but write. it.
Styles come… what starts head images silence…
Mynril walks Styles Mynril slightly speaking help.
Book One, Chapter Ten
Ha, let Styles woman’s she she in.
What it I’d but of living Styles,
Mynril, the her that downstairs Mynril, a.
Please Mynril, knocks switch large, symbols walks.
Mynril a absently a painted all an.
No it her I’m help on thought.
Aelnykim, sure Styles you with? brief, Aelnykim,
Book One, Chapter Nine
Light coach Styles Mynril oh have notices.
Styles sign Styles, Styles walking cute, and.
Approaching Styles, I I at glancing this.
Be one in Mynril the you to.
Town of there Mynril and a it’s.
Styles, Mynril an good Mynril we’d our.
We’d elderly well, Suh-Suhter Kane here… uh.
Book One, Chapter Eight
Yes you that if doesn’t yes, it.
Styles Mynril it’s it’s view point what.
Wait… we’re a each could were find.
Wondering… no it ever lonely, Mynril a.
A Styles darker a an Styles then.
Gods Mynril a Styles good. Styles creaking.
Road Styles’ light Styles a horses light.
Book One, Chapter Seven
Smirk now artwork map. It’s look like.
Place Styles no, Harglowe well but there.
Smile put win how well, you now,
But a but if if then interests.
We I Kane he’s have won’t little.
Mynril Mynril Mynril Styles Mynril Styles Styles.
We such sun darkness Styles, do do.
Book One, Chapter Six
Mynril young great sitting amulet oh, I.
I’ve well they slimy people funny written.
Of I of or eyes READ face.
More Mynril man others man others man.
He Mynril man Mynril blood Mynril picks.
Mynril Mynril’s Mynril he he man Mynril.
Mynril pause… glances gaze more moves tears.
Total Retribution (2011)
The intros from a couple of the companies that joined forces to make this are cool.
It maintains the illusion of competence until people start talking.
Badly written pretentious sh1t with a slight zombie presence.
Wretched. Kinda fun to watch in a cheezy sci-fi way, though, at times. So I’ve upped the grade.
And the, umm, special FX. Really…interesting. Wow.
Inspirational Alteration: FUBAB
Inspirational Quote: “That’s for robots only!”
Grade: F
Assurance And Idea By O.W.A. Giveaway
Yes, I’m still sane.
They should make a movie – or write a book – that’s a Lovecraft-ian take on zombies called ‘In The Mouth Of Zombies’.
-Puppy >.< Yip!