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This was like Rogue Nation but better. But I wish that we got more of Walker and I like how the movies are kind of just excuses for Tom Cruise to get paid to try and die dramatically.

I think the movie needed a lot more of Brandt and Luthor arguing. Also, the stunts in these movies are absolutely insane. I'm just waiting for Ethan to do a backflip off the moon. 

I thought it was going to be revealed to be a time loop. But I find it funny that Arthur figured out that Yellow wasn't John because he was actually nice to him.

Plus, Arthur ragebaiting Yellow is pure gold. Also, I like how Arthur is far colder to Yellow than John because he isn't John. But he is far more understanding and patient of Yellow than he originally was of John. Almost like an old person that adopted a child after their kids already left the house and they are running rings around the kid.

Now, I feel that Arthur is wrongfully projecting his bad blood with John onto Yellow. Because subconsciously, this is John if he wasn't Arthur's friend. So, Yellow in Arthur's POV is a guy that killed his best friend and took his body. Even after that, Arthur has more understanding of the world around him and can still pull himself up thanks to his friendship with John.

Yellow is kind of just John if he had a fully developed sense of humor and not as big a taste for theatrics.

"Weakness isn't wishing to be mortal or to enjoy life. It's thinking more power makes you more valuable."

My goodness the writing is getting better. But I like how Arthur is far more empathetic and treats Yellow with some semblance of respect almost. Like he has some bias in the treatment of Yellow even though he hates him because of John.

Even though Arthur is an incredibly intelligent man, he is so socially stupid that it hurts me through the screen at times.

The dance was unexpected and I kind of imagined it was like that one scene from Rango where they dance before going to the spout.

I think that all of these characters served with one another in the Vietnam war.

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Here's some evidence for my claim.

This photo is in Sean's office and from the fact he has the photo, we can assume that he owned the camera, thus meaning he was probably the one who took it.

You can obviously see that the person on the left is Llewelyn because he joined the military in August of 1966. That would make him 24 at the time of the story as he was 36 during the events of No Country which takes place in 1980 which means he was born in 1944. So, Llewelyn obviously didn't have a lot of time in his life to change up his look and that's just what guys who were in his area during the time looked like. He was a sniper in the 12th infantry which has about 600-900 people in one of their regiments at a single time during the war. But we can assume from the fact that he is well of at physical confrontation he did in fact see some active combat (see him winning against Anton in their shootout even though he was out of practice for 12 years by that time.)

I assume that Wayne is the one on the far right as he has a similar haircut and glasses. Wayne Hays is roughly around the same age as Llewelyn and joined up around the same time as when he talks about Freddy Burns, he says that when he was his age, he was in the jungle (Vietnam) and because of the fact that the war began to rise in the 1960's and Freddy was in his twenties when he brought it up. During his time in Vietnam, he was a LRRP. In the Vietnam war, LRRP's were in fact in the 12th infantry.

Even though I can understand what Beckett was, I do believe that he wasn't justified in the killings of his family. 

You know the drill. Seven short stories, essays, and poems a week along with writing one short story a week for a thousand nights. This is week two. Hoping for the best.

Day 8:

Essay: Kenya's Patas Monkeys Life on a Fast Track by Lisa Moore LaRoe 8/10 Short Story: Cain Rose Up by Stephen King 4/10 Poem: Autumm by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 8/10

Day 9:

Essay: Dark Ages by Henry David Thoreau 6/10 Short Story: The worst thing I've done for an A by Yobro1001 9/10 Poem: Fair Haven by Henry David Thoreau 8/10

Day 10:

Essay: Aulus Persius Flaccus by Henry David Thoreau 7/10 Short Story: The Mulatto by Victor Séjour 8/10 Poem: Voyagers Song by Henry David Thoreau 8/10

Day 11:

Essay: The Service by Henry David Thoreau 3/10 Short Story: A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson by H.P. Lovecraft 8/10 Poem: Friendship by Henry David Thoreau 6/10

Day 12:

Essay: Natural History of Massachusetts by Henry David Thoreau 7/10 Short Story: Polaris by H.P. Lovecraft 8/10 Poem: The Bluebirds by Henry David Thoreau 8/10

Day 13:

Essay: The Ecology of Memory by @sociopathethics 4/10 Short Story: My dad told me not to go outside that night. He never explained why by ishusharama 8/10 Poem: Your World by Brandon McMahon 6/10

Day 14:

Essay: Review: Supergirl (2026) dir. Craig Gillespie (non-spoilers) by @krainareviews 6/10 Short Story: My boyfriend called me a final girl by T0RC0R 7/10 Poem: The sun burns brighter than the migrant, leprous star above you by @teetheandflower 7/10

Lost in a Library

When I went into the library, I didn't know how to read. I certainly didn't know much about books. As my feet went through the doors to the library, I felt nice. Really nice. Just something about the place made me feel like I was at a home away from home.

Despite this feeling of extreme recognition, I was only there to drop off my son. He was a book worm. Sure, he was shy, but I loved him and when he asked for books, I did my best to get them for him.

Now, when I had gone in there this morning, it was a Friday. I was dropping off the kiddo at the library shortly before heading to work. The plan was that I would pick him up for lunch, drop him off again, and pick him up at five, I got off at four forty-five, and the library closed at five. We would head to some restaurant before going home.

When I arrived at five o'clock, I was ecstatic to see him. Work was a draining experience like always and when I went through the doors to search the halls that were as foreign to me as Ancient Greece. When I was searching through the rows and rows of books, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and a chill run down my spine.

Shortly thereafter, my body tired. I wondered if the lights would turn off. After hours and hours of walking, I was curious to the end of it all and sat crisscrossed. My son was in there. I would find him. With nothing much to do now that I was lost in the labrynth of literature, I took a random book off the shelf and tried to read it. Hilariously, it read, How to Read.

For three whole hours, I walked in a straight line and read the book. By the time I finished it, I had dropped it on the ground and picked out another one. Now I understand why he likes these things. As I did this over and over again for days on end.

When I read fourteen or so books, I had finally found myself somewhere. That being right back where I started. I was finally at the reception desk, waiting there was my son and a small stack of books. He gave me a small smile and almost like I was automated to do so, I reached into my back pocket and took from my wallet a library card.

I swiped it, checked out the books, and we were off. I can't explain it. But it was something strange that walk. When I finally reached the car, it was like I was a different person. A different person in the same place.

P.S

Interesting story but I didn't find it as good as the first one. Also, I absolutely adore the idea that Sherlock Holmes just starts spouting profound quotes every time he gets drunk.

But one thing about the movie that confuses me is how is Sherlock Holmes rich if he hasn't met Watson yet? The entire reason in the original stories (to my knowledge because Moriarty the Patriot is my only Sherlock exposure) that Sherlock met Watson is that way they could split the rent on 22B Baker Street because Sherlock alone couldn't afford it until Watson wrote A Study in Scarlet and Sherlock became famous because the book blew up.

I like how in this movie we actually get to see Sherlock actually act like Sherlock, a brilliant brawler who takes cocaine all the time. Though give Henry Cavill his flowers because dude lost his mustache in a movie where everyone is wearing a fake mustache.

This movie was funny and a pretty good mystery. It's strange remembering that Sherlock Holmes actually had hands back in the day.

Are you sure about that?

This was good for a Mission: Impossible movie. Tom Cruise, Simon Pegg, and Jeremy Renner all did good jobs on this one. 

I'm surprised that Josh Holloway showed up and didn't get the, talking without moving your tongue award.