“Read the book, watch the movie. You’ll pick favorites. You’ll get sucked into the game. If you were in Panem, you’d watch.” Jenny Walton is bloodthirsty, after all.
“Well, ladies, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but Tim Riggins is on Mars and is totally, batshit crazy in love with the Princess of Helium.” Jenny Walton sheds some light on this Friday night movie option.
“Single or not, I’ve never hated Valentine’s Day. I have no qualms with all the pink and red and candy and flowers and candy and horror movies and candy. Did I mention the candy?”
Sure, we had to wipe up a bunch of gore. But our slush pile is clean again, and we’ve chosen winners in our Hard Boiled-Down Noir Fiction Contest. See the winners here–and read all the stories next week in Punchnel’s.
“We’re not kidding, Super Bowl fans. This place, Outpost, has just opened in the Murphy Art Center in Fountain Square. Just head southeast out of Super Bowl Town on Virginia Avenue, and you’ll run right into it.”
“It was a little like going to a party and no one talking to you for two hours while you sit in the corner.” Shame on you, Jenny Walton, for not having read the book.