I read Seth Dickinson’s The Traitor Baru Cormorant earlier this month, and it still smarts. (If you haven’t read it yet, fear not: I won’t reveal anything past what you might gather from the cover copy.)
So I was gearing up to write about The X Files revival (short version: I think it’s a lot of fun, minus the -isms and -phobias that shamefully pop up on– and offscreen), and then the second episode made me realize that’s not what stuck with me at all. Without spoiling XF…
This year, I tried for the second time to play an installment of Phoenix Wright, mystery-solving, case-winning video-game lawyer extraordinaire. And, for the second time, I gave up in frustration close to the beginning of the game. I did this even though this particular game was a crossover with Professor…
I don’t remember much about Square One‘s Dragnet parody, Mathnet, apart from the fact that I loved it, that the Christmas episode of Shining Time Station prevented them from ever airing the solution to their wrestling mystery serial, and that one plotline sticks out in my memory. The two Mathnet…
I am an expert in reading last books in awesome series. You can tell this because at the time of writing this blog entry, I have no fewer than three on my shelf, bookmarks firmly ensconced. (For the curious, Dexter is Dead, Monsters of Men, and, of course, Ancillary Mercy.)…
Dear friends and family: so many of you are waiting for the next installment of George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Fire and Ice saga. I can’t say that I feel your exact pain, since I’m not into Game of Thrones, but I do know the frustration of waiting…
Last week, when I was sharing some thoughts about Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra, I mentioned that including diversity of sexual orientations in a story doesn’t necessarily mean including sexual acts. I’d like to expand on that. The place and profession where I’m most cognizant of…
When I was thirteen, there was a group of people on the Internet who were completely, objectively incorrect.
I’ve got nothing exciting to talk about this week because my brain is fried. Why, you might ask? Because acting will do that to ya. Don’t worry, your brain is in no permanent danger if you come to see Terry Pratchett’s Wyrd Sisters (Toronto, Red Sandcastle Theatre). But your funny bone might…
Coffee’s for closers (warning: bad language in linked video), and libraries are for last-pagers. You heard me.