Errata is a web journal written by Robert Davis who has neither spent a night in a ghost town nor pulled a turnip from the earth. He doesn't even know if turnips grow in the ground. Perhaps on trees, like candy corn. Therefore, Errata is a non-commercial project.

Observation #1: It may be appropriate, when leaving a movie theater, to say "mysterious."

Observation #2: It may be appropriate, when leaving a movie theater, to say "mysterious" at the top of your lungs. Bring your eyebrows together before you say it. Effective!

Observation #3: Same for books. Even at libraries.

There is a prize for people who correctly guess the thing about Metropolis, Nevada.

Except where the text specifically states otherwise, Errata's vagaries are indicated vaguely and its authors are indistinct in the traditional way of the Internet, except where the authors lay claim to their work. In some cases Robert Davis lays claim to work that is not his own but has been abandoned like so many ghost towns. Except where held presently, fistfuls of dirt are suspended via dispersal, or dispersed via suspension (in the air), and thus their dissolution is their transcendence, or their transcendence is their dissolution. And yet our eyes tear, and our vision is impaired, demonstrating for the umpteenth time that one entity's gain is another's fit of sneezes. Except where indicated, storms shall outlive the clay upon which they rain, unless storms are improperly delimited by their clouds, which dissolve, rather than by their inevitable return. Thus the clay loses, unless the clay is said to own the storm, to use it to make itself heavy, to make itself cling to white garments, refuse dispersal, cake upon the facades of abandoned buildings, and sit like Man [sic] upon the earth where it is pelted by a storm that it owns. In which case the clay still loses, if you ask us.

Some of the above is legally binding and should be considered a mental contract between Errata and those upon whom it acts. The bit about the prize should be considered an overstatement insofar as prizes differ from dirt and prize dispersal differs from dirt dispersal. Please recall that ownership is a weight and, therefore, hope that you do not win the prize.

One day Errata or its representatives will call upon you for a favor. It is expected that you will hop-to without delay.

You may contact Robert Davis by email unless it's about the rock that was thrown in anger. The rock is more properly called a clod. Why do you continue to raise the topic?

13 June 2004

Errata ambivalent about Terrance Stamp's godhood

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A number of readers have written to us under the impression that a certain correction on this site implies that Terrence Stamp is God. It does not. A slightly smaller number of readers have written under the impression that it implies Terrence Stamp is not God or is perhaps a sort of anti-God. It does not. Although it's true that all movie figures represent either God or Not God and all movie figures are portrayed by either Mr. Stamp or not Mr. Stamp, we did not mean to conflate the two statements in an allegory about holes in walls nor weigh-in on the debate of Mr. Stamp's ambiguous mortality. The most we can say is that we enjoyed his performance in John Boorman's Eight Point Five where he plays Dr. Toby Poe, an aging, just-out-of-jail rock musician who's determined to confront a record company executive (Christopher Reeve) to find out what happened to his daughter and his convertible. As far as we can tell, the intern responsible for the fist-sized hole where our photo of Mr. Stamp used to hang was not thinking of this or any other movie when he lashed out but was instead driven to the brink by a piercing tone that was not the fault of Mr. Stamp. We correct here and now any misunderstandings our readers may have in regard to this matter and dismiss any complaints premised upon erroneous assumptions.

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