This EP is a warning: you’re about to drown in a pool of fire. Continue reading
Oh, gawd, if any post on my shitty little blawg needs a trigger warning, I suppose it’s this one. but more than that, don’t read it unless you’ve watched Bobcat Goldthwait’s latest unconventional film. Continue reading
It started with a casual stroll through a basement. Like any strange point-and-click game on the internet in the mid 00s (I’ll punch anyone who says the word “aughties” in the throat), Submachine included a series of thematically aligned puzzles and several unusual bits that made no sense. Why would there be a random music box controlling a drawer? Who would use a spoon to overload an old generator? Why is the music so DAMN unnerving? But back in those days, puzzle saps like me used to foam at the mouth for so called “room escape” style games, which were basically point and click adventures where one had to collect items and solve logic puzzles. The genre had a pretty solid fanbase eager to wade through wave after wave of free content, even if it meant downloading buggy-ass flash games made by half-wit stoners. And usually, those games involved puzzles that made absolutely no damn sense. But Submachine was one of several high-quality exceptions, in that a simple basement adventure unfolded into something nobody expected: a journey into isolation in an infinite and unimaginably chaotic world. Continue reading
There are nearly eight billion people on Earth. Most of them will never love you.
The day started strange enough. Since Dan Harmon’s odd “I’m going away for awhile” tweet, my timeline was awash in some kind of strange gloominess. I saw Community fans tweeting how glad they were that they became friends with other Community fans. They were thanking each other and themselves. I spotted one tweet “hoping they stay friends.” It had all of the hopeful but final aura of a high school graduation. Reality was going to set in. But, it felt oddly different than all of the other times I faced down the end of my favorite show. Continue reading
I had to stop for a while. As much as I love this blog and love talking about television, the job that gives me the money to pay for this little blog is usurping most of my time. Teaching is time-consuming, exhausting, and soul-crushing, but also inspiring and liberating. I’m lucky to like what I do, I’m just not lucky enough to have time for the other things I want to do.
I’m still watching TV. Though I had to abandon some shows and relegate others to the sidelines, I still caught a solid bit of what’s been happening the last few months. If you read my twitter, you will know. Here are some brief thoughts on what I watched, and what you should be watching.
I am going to miss her. Continue reading
Check out this piece I did for Shameless News about Sunday night’s episode and Shameless’s history of writing stories about sexual violence on men.
The first time I heard these men play, they blew my ears out as I sat in on a raucous rehearsal to see how the sausage gets made. Even though they were just building up the first few songs they had created, something in the room felt bigger than all of us. Nox Cult is an in-your-face musical explosion, with all the rage of young punks and all the skills of old pros. Nox Cult is creating a monster bigger than itself. Right before Christmas, Soda invited me over to chat the band up and see what’s making this time bomb tick. Continue reading
Leaving things unfinished is somewhat of a family tradition–at least on my Dad’s side of the family. Definitely not on my mother’s side-or at least not on Kat–our beloved blogmistress’ side of the family. She and her siblings all managed to finish college, get proper jobs, and live in homes that didn’t have some form of sheetrock dangling in the background.