You can’t know your legacy.
You might have a guess, or an idea, but you can’t really know.
Society, writing, geekdom, politics, and errata. By Steven Saus.
You can’t know your legacy.
You might have a guess, or an idea, but you can’t really know.
Everything in that house was… well, supposed to be there. It didn’t belong anywhere else. There was already enough emptiness there; I was not going to make more.
I spoke at the funeral for Virginia Tennant – my grandmother – today. This is what I said.
Nobody exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere. Everybody’s gonna die. Come watch TV?
This film is perhaps my favorite horror film since *Cabin in the Woods*.
Did you see that thing about drugs and music? Did you think it was dumb and obvious? It was worse.