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…
I totally had to look up “Pharisees” on Wikipedia to make sure it actually meant what I wanted it to. It may wind up coming across way harsher than I wanted when I get into the actual topic of this blog, but, hey, that’s the price we pay for alliteration.…
(Yes, I know this is long. But I’m out of the country come Monday, so this makes up for no blog next week.) I love surprise endings. I enjoy reading them — nothing makes me feel more satisfied with the ending of a book or movie than a well executed…
Greetings, people of Earth! Our superior alien race finds your puny starships laughable. The extent to which you hu-mans rely on “dilithium crystals” is outrageous. Why, what will you do when the supply runs out in approximately 345.3 Earth years, or, as we like to say on Arcturus, 93 h’waxlobs?…
SPACE RACE update next week when I have all the requisite photos for a glorious illustrated entry. In the meantime, they’re baaaaack…
(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…
“I’ll tell you something,” said Francis, urgent with shoe-lace, “if we keep on saying things weren’t when we know perfectly well they were, we shall soon dish up any sort of chance of magic we may ever have had. When do you find people in books going on like that?…
Listen, I know I don’t fit most of the ideological and behavioural criteria for being Jewish, even supposing there are criteria, and whoever wrote them can have the moral right to make that call. I don’t believe in G-d or in the divinity of the Torah; I don’t celebrate most…
You know what makes me feel super accomplished? Putting together IKEA furniture. An essay is just, “So what?”, because when you’re done, all you have is a slightly larger Word file on your computer, and you can never finish a story just the way you wanted it when you set…