And I feel qualified to say this, because I am a former Led Zeppelin diehard. Continue reading
So I sit here on a warm Friday night, warming my gullet with some Skinny shit vodka and diet coke It’s cucumber flavored vodka too. It smells a bit like a brand new purse and tastes like licking leather, which isn’t quite the same as toilet hooch (I’m guessing) but it’s enough to put me in that Orange Is The New Black zone. But I don’t want to binge on this, largely because I have work in the morning, but also because I swallowed the first season in one night and ended up forgetting half of it. I’ll be responding to this season in dribs and drabs over the weekend, decompressing slightly after each episode, as this leather liquor swirls in my gullet and the weekend passes. Continue reading
Greetings! During this intermission in posts, I am asking my readers for a favor. I have set up a survey to explore some hypotheses I have around the word “feels,” used as a count-noun. You don’t have to know what that means. You don’t have to know what anything means. But you do, if you have a minute, have to complete the survey. Or, bad things will happen.
It goes fast. It’s only 10 questions. You’re welcome to go into as much or as little detail as you would like. This is an informal academic type thing, so it doesn’t need to have all that scientificalness.
Thank you so much!
Up until about a day ago, Normcore was only a whisper in the dark. Sometime in October, a group of art people made some kind of mention of Normcore being the accessible appeal of the generic smiley face. Now, NYMag has decided to call this non-thing a thing, the internet’s eating it up like cat-picture pudding, and I smell bull dookie. I don’t think normcore is a thing, and here’s why. Continue reading
This new season of House of Cards was a delectable assortment of political goodies. Yet, it was missing something. (Spoiler Alert) Continue reading
In case you’ve been encased in jello for the last two weeks, the Olympics have been on, pre-empting all of your regularly scheduled Thursday night programming and generally causing you to either avoid television or watch it obsessively. I voted for the latter because I’m a sucker for anyone who rides on quarter-inch-thick metal on the icy surface of a rink that may have piranha and kraken living beneath it (it’s a frozen pond in Russia, you can’t prove me wrong).
Syfy has a long history of alienating its viewers. I could explain why but I’ll let the following image tell the story: Continue reading
I’m a few days late: sue me. But I want to say goodbye to a show that made me happy.
I’m doing my best to come back from a post-amazing hiatus. To do that, I spent a lot of time watching TV last night. And then I watched more today. Don’t ask me how I kept my five year old niece out of the room while I watched Dexter. It wasn’t pretty. Either way, four things were on television last night, and I intend to run them down for you in a rapid and haphazard fashion consistent with someone who is still dodging a five-year-old looking to play spaceship with my laptop’s new hard drive. Here is what I watched from Sunday night in order of best to worst.