David Hyde Pierce did the voice of Abe Sapien in Hellboy (2004), while Doug Jones played the physical part. For Hellboy II, Jones also does the voice. The reason is because the producers hoped Pierce’s name would make the first film a box-office smash. But he refused to be credited because he felt Abe Sapien was Jones’ work.
Hellboy II: The Golden Army (2008)
Spidersilk: new cover time! by Alakotila.
Simpsons couch gag by french director Sylvain Chomet (La vieille dame et les pigeons, The Illusionist, les Triplettes de Belleville).
Daniel Radcliffe can’t tolerate contact lenses, so in the scene where Harry is possessed, his eyes are digitally changed.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)
Jennifer Lawrence feels her powers fade as Lupita Nyong’o rises to become the next supreme
While growing up we had cats, plenty of cats. Yet, our family is not solely a cat family. We had cats and dogs and sometimes the cats and dogs would be pals. A misconceptions my husband has about our family is that we favor grey cats. The thought is not accurate even though I can see why he thinks that, plus our cat Pixel just happens to be a furry grey nuisance.
The grey cat craze started back about 14 or so years ago when a older couple from town decided to give my brother and I a kitten. I think it may have been afternoon when school had let out, we came home and our disgruntled father told us to retrieve the kitten from his garage. We, super excitedly, went in search of our new companion. That day we met a beautiful grey kitten with bright green eyes, hungry for attention and love, as well as food. Eventually her name became Fat Momma, Fat Cat, and Momma.
In the coming years she out grew the old hat of my grandfather’s which she slept in and added two more precious cats to the household, Fuzzermuffin a solid grey and Snickerdoodle a grey with vanilla splotches. We occasionally referred to Snickerdoodle as “Gollum” or “the bear kitty”. There is a picture of my great uncle and Fuzzermuffin sitting together and it is a wonderful funny kind of picture. Momma and Snickerdoodle became very close to my brother and if he wasn’t around I would become somewhat of a substitute.
My brother is off at college now and I’ve moved out of the house. Fat Momma is in the reluctant care of our father man. This morning, years after the first meeting between that lovely little grey kitten and two chubby young kids, I watched that wonderful small, yet fat, cat barf up some food she ate too quickly. I cleaned it up and patted her on the head while I told my father that he should scatter the food bits around the floor so she has to slow down her eating instead of inhaling it all at once. That was my brother’s idea and it works pretty well.