Not exact matches
That's the sort of
dreck pundits and TV commentators dredge up to make themselves look like that have insights
into the complex workings of English football.
That is all... vigilance for those of you who will cram
into primetime showings of this
dreck.
The snow is melting, your Christmas debt has (hopefully) been (mostly) paid off, and the stench from the
dreck the studios farted
into your local cineplex during the first two months of the year has largely evaporated.
It is actually quite embarrassing when a real friend, someone I often see in the flesh, wants me to buy their artistic product, they need the money to pay for its production, and I don't want it; or I was cornered
into buying it and I think it's
dreck.
Five - plus years
into the self - publishing boom, many readers express wariness about self - published books; overlooked gems do have a chance to find an audience in the self - pub realm, but an awful lot of unedited
dreck has poured forth, too.
There's just such a HUGE percentage of people self publishing who DO fit
into that stereotype of publishing
dreck that was rejected because they can't bear to edit or kill one little darling.
Unfortunately a metaphorical TON of indie work doesn't get that polish or care, and a reader stumbling
into the «indie» world can get a horrible taste in their mouth from some of the
dreck that is put out there.
Lloyd is as much
into the hardware of projectors, screens on shiny metal poles, the techno -
dreck of wires and boxes, as the images of cranes and bridges, motorbikes and bodies they project.
Memo to writer Emily Grube who continues to churn out this awful
dreck at the behest of her employer: This was a civil trial and you used the language of the criminal world by waltzing
into the guilt - innocence issue.