(But first, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, and happy birthday, Banana Boy! (Hey, you don’t like your real name used on the Internet, so be grateful I didn’t pick the more embarrassing of your childhood nicknames…))
… but mostly, yeah, they still are. Also, I need to define “jerkwad,” because by the rules of storytelling, pretty much every fictional character in whom I have an interest is a jerkwad to someone. There’s an antagonist, and no matter how good our hero or heroine, sometimes sh*t gets…
I don’t know why I’m beginning this new entry now (Monday morning), when I’m not really sure where I’m going to take it, when House, M. D. starts up again tonight* and will probably inspire me to a variety of rants and/or analyses. Then again, I’m winging this one with…
(See? See what I did there?) I’m blogging today about three works that made me think a bit more about how expectations and knowledge can affect the way I experience stories. Yeah, you’ve been warned.
Did I already give a blog entry this title? I could swear I did. I could probably go through the archives and check, but that would be Letting the Terrorists Win. (Also, for those of you picking this up on Facebook, I’d just like to maintain that I really do…
When the season finale of House (or Dexter, or The X Files, or whatever single TV show I’m into) airs, I promise myself: next season, I will not fall for the same old trap. I will not seek out spoilers from Wikipedia or fanboards. I will not skim through fanfiction.net…
(PRE-POST NOTE: There are lots more important things to blog about this week than what I prepared for today. But it takes me a long time to think about things until I’m satisfied with my conclusions and even longer to write them up in a way that makes sense to…
Disclaimer: any time a familiar story chooses to do an installment from the point of view of a character not the protagonist, I immediately and involuntarily compare it to the Pinky’s POV episode of Pinky and the Brain. You’ve been warned. *sigh* It’s about House again. Sort of. One of…
Or, “You Can’t Go Holmes Again”? Let’s face it, between Sherlock and his more modern incarnations like Dr. House, there’s a lot of scope for puns when discussing the Master. Anyhow, so I saw Sherlock Holmes over the holidays. Did I like it? Yeah, overall, it was great. But wait,…
I read Sarah Rees Brennan’s novel The Demon’s Lexicon last weekend. It was quite enjoyable (although I still don’t understand the title, but nevermind, I’m always missing details by the end of a book), and I recommend it. However, I’m bringing it up mainly because it reminded of something I’ve…