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Neil Gaiman’s ‘Sandman’ being adapted … as a TV show.

By Borys Kit and James Hibberd (article from hollywoodreporter.com)

“The Sandman,” the Neil Gaiman-penned comic book series considered a seminal work in the medium, is in the early stages of being developed into a TV series.

Warner Bros. TV is in the midst of acquiring television rights from sister company DC Entertainment and in talks with several writer-producers about adapting the 1990s comic. At the top of the list is Eric Kripke, creator of the CW’s horror-tinged “Supernatural.”

“Sandman” told the tale of Morpheus, the Lord of the Dreaming, a deity who personifies dreams. The book began in the horror realm but quickly made its mark in fantasy and mythology as Gaiman introduced the Endless, a group of powerful brothers and sisters named Destiny, Death, Destruction, Despair, Desire and Delirium (as well as Dream).

The book helped establish DC’s Vertigo imprint and won several awards. It also was one of the few comics that segued from the comics crowd, entering the intellectual and art worlds, winning over a large non-comics-reading audience, particularly a devoted female following.

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Music heads, I need your help.

So there’s this instrumental song playing @ 15:53 in High Fidelity — that scene where Rob tells the 1/2 of the musical moron twins Dick about his break-up with Laura.

I need to know what it is. Otherwise, I won’t be able to sleep.

You and your beautiful screwed-up eyes.

You and your beautiful screwed-up eyes.

Asked by Anonymous

Thanks, kind stranger =)

I want to kiss you. Shadow your jaw like against touch. Touch you scent of musk. Saltwater and sea foam clean. Want to kiss you near God. Amongst strangers I dare either to stop me. Keep me. Want to kiss you bitter. Tired of waiting, wondering. Want to kiss you empty. Steady as forever. Small as favor. Maybe kiss you curve where shoulder meets neck or silk of throat. Perhaps rough of chin, inside elbows, wrists, then rest, smooth of chest. Back, hip to hip. Dip of belly. Want to hold you and twine like vows. Palm against palm. Fingers laced and waiting. I want to kiss you unbroken, before too many hearts snap like dried and dead things. This longing, like fire, like hunger, like nothing before or since. Just one, small, solitary kiss. No questions. No worries. No words. Just a kiss. Quiet. Quick. Subtle. Silent. It’ll probably speak volumes.

I Want To Kiss You / Bassey Ikpi

Here’s one of the photos I took during the LDP Hip Hop Summit, which I will be writing a separate blogpost for in a while. I saw this kid one time, walking around the SDA lobby. I just am not sure what exactly he was doing there. Whose kid is this, anyway? If you do know, kindly tell the badass parents that their kid has a redonkulous amount of cutesy. 
Zankyoo.

Here’s one of the photos I took during the LDP Hip Hop Summit, which I will be writing a separate blogpost for in a while. I saw this kid one time, walking around the SDA lobby. I just am not sure what exactly he was doing there. Whose kid is this, anyway? If you do know, kindly tell the badass parents that their kid has a redonkulous amount of cutesy. 

Zankyoo.