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Snakes On A Plane

By jelewis8 ⋅ August 22, 2006 ⋅ 2 comments

Snakes On A Plane does not pretend to be a great movie. It does not put on airs, or give itself license to imagine it is great. It is trailer house trash designed to appeal to the puerile, adolescent mind whose only requirement is vapid entertainment of the sort normally seen in Wile E. Coyote [...]

Two Vows

By jelewis8 ⋅ March 6, 2006 ⋅ 3 comments

Unfortunately, I broke two pacts this weekend. One was my intention not to watch the Oscars. The other was not to see any theatrical movies this year. The shame is minimal, as you might expect from breaking a pair of baseless, unprecedented vows. It’s not like I slept with a hooker or anything. And it’s [...]

Cocoa Krispies and Haircuts

By jelewis8 ⋅ October 6, 2005 ⋅ 4 comments

You haven’t lived if you haven’t eat Cocoa Krispies for breakfast. No, wait, what I mean to say is, if you want to live, don’t eat Cocoa Krispies for breakfast. Or any other meal, for that matter. This is clearly a cereal marketed toward the part of a kid’s brain that has no intention of [...]

Christ’s Return

By jelewis8 ⋅ July 11, 2005 ⋅ Post a comment

Has Rehnquist stepped down yet? No official word yet, but it’s expected. Timing seems to be the issue. Rehnquist has every intention of retiring, but it seems cannot find a convenient time to do so. First O’Connor retired. Then London was bombed. Then Dennis struck the South. Perhaps Christ will return next thereby permanently ending [...]

Knowing Thyself

By jelewis8 ⋅ January 20, 2005 ⋅ 3 comments

Inspired by a post by Ambra Nykol, Greg Piper writes of the uncertainty he’s faced, both in the past and currently, of how to be focused in his writing, and perhaps more importantly, how to define the genre in which he sees himself and his work. The questions he (essentially) poses to himself are ones [...]

Life As a Beachhouse

By jelewis8 ⋅ October 23, 2003 ⋅ Post a comment

Junk For Code is reminded of the purity of a 1930′s architectural example as he looks at beachhouses along an unnamed seaside. The commentary on transitional living reminded me of the vacation home on the coast of Northern France that is one of the settings for my first novel (still in progress). There, four disillusioned [...]

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