Man, there’s a show on TV where Martha Plimpton is playing a grandmother. Let me repeat this: One of the Goonies is a grandmother. A fictional grandmother, but still. Hmm, is that the chilly specter of mortality I feel creeping up behind me?
Anyway, I regret to announce that I am responsible for all but one of tonight’s mini-write-ups. Sorry about that, kids!
Medusa Heads: This one is by Marc Host, so that’s a relief.
If it makes you feel better, within the context of the story she got pregnant when she was fifteen. So, you know, she’s a really young grandmother.
I get that she was TEEN PREGNANT, but still!
I know a guy a that’s a grandfather at 32, but I live 2 blocks from what most of you people reading this would call the hood ( Asbury Park, NJ). Apparently, waking up to the sounds of gunshots, fired a mile away, then hearing sirens a minute later isn’t a normal occurrence for most people. It is for me. I’m an e-thug, I guess.
Since the Internet tells me that the Metroid franchise now is as doomed as a runaway train full of explosives speeding towards a cliff full of molten lava (with Denzel Washington being like a 1000 miles away…and crippled, mind you), the Metroid article made me think of a game in the vein of the recently announced Resident Evil: Racoon City where you play as an Anti-Galactic Federation agent who’s saving Metroids and trying to kill whiny Samus.
That could be Samus herself, considering how things are left after the events of Fusion.
Dude, I am totally digging that Metroid writeup. Pure hilarity.
Thanks, but I am haunted by what this article was supposed to be: a propaganda pamphlet! But I ran out of steam and just needed to get the issue out. I am a lazy butt.