I'm desperate to prove that the forces driving True Detective: Night Country's story aren't supernatural. Throughout the three episodes we've seen so far, I've pointed to Ennis's isolated living conditions, the darkness, its residents' lack of sleep, and the town's clearly-the-wrong-color drinking water. I stand with Detective Danvers (Jodie Foster)! There can't possibly be some "voodoo E.T. cosmic coompa loompa bullshit" going on in Ennis, right?! Then, at the end of Sunday night's epsiode, a guy jolts out of his hospital bed and yells some nightmare-inducing words to one of our detectives. Can't really explain that one away, huh? |
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Buy one of these and never look back. |
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As regulars here in the shebeen know, we are always on the lookout for stories regarding the quest to make sense of, and to cure, Alzheimer's Disease. In the Washington Post, we find a story about the latest therapies, which seem promising, but which also are finding getting to all the people who need them sadly complicated. |
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And where to buy them at every price point. |
| Shop the classic style with picks from J.Crew to Champion. |
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I was a beautiful man once. You wouldn't know it to look at me now. But once upon a time, all of this was tight. I woke up, ate two or three Pop-Tarts, and hit the streets giving everyone within viewing distance the thrill of their lives. There are nude photos of me from that time somewhere on the Internet, and I don't care if you see them. Oh, yes. I was a beautiful man once. It's a good thing, too, because gay men don't care for non-beautiful men. Our world is built brick by brick on appearances. When I came out, I remember being astounded by how specific and precise the nitpicking could get. |
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