As today was a P.A. Day, and I am not yet a real-life paid and employed teacher (someone hire me, darn it!), I spent the afternoon preparing favour boxes and decor for my son's upcoming birthday party, all whilst watching season one episodes of Lost. As a result, today's poem is a silly little tribute to my favourite character from the series, Mr. ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning with a random urge to listen to this song, and it is just about making my Monday morning.

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And yes of course it makes me think of this.

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Cersei: Pour the Lady Sansa some wine.
Sansa: I'm not thirsty.
Cersei: So? I didn't offer you water.

(Yes, I'm still in season two. Book four, but season two. Be patient with me.)

If my idea of a fun game is coming up with specific, awkward, and/or original similes, where is my place in the court of Weirdo Geekdom? "As lacking in subtlety as a dream about driving through fog", "as florid as the hotel lobby couch whereupon you lost your virginity, all the chandelier crystals above more dazzling than the experience itself". ( Read more... )

Initially I hadn't planned to write a post about Cory Monteith's passing. Certainly people die every day, and why should one man's death receive more attention just because he was an actor in a popular television show. No man is an island and all that. I'm writing one now, though, because, to me, he seemed so full of light and so talented, and ( Read more... )

I was incredibly excited to read today that National Theatre Live will be showing encore screenings of Danny Boyle's Frankenstein in the fall - source. I saw the version with Benedict Cumberbatch as Victor Frankenstein and Jonny Lee Miller as "the monster" last year, and, if it comes back to Windsor in the fall, I definitely plan on availing ( Read more... )

"There is only one god, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: 'Not today.'" (Syrio Forel. Game of Thrones, season one)


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It was only a happy accident that found me in the audience at the Matchbox Twenty show at Caesars Windsor last night - an extra pair of tickets and a why the heck not? shrug of the shoulders. Sure, I'll admit to owning copies of Yourself or Someone Like You and Mad Season. I have car danced to "She's So Mean", and, okay, Rob Thomas is still ( Read more... )

I've only just reached page 258 of the 415 page novel that is Gillian Flynn's Gone Girl, and I already have Things I Want to Say about it, things that defy the 140-character increment limitations of Twitter, even.

This is to the novel's credit. ( spoilers up to page 258 )

This happened! Somebody, quick, come here and jump up and down and shriek with me.
( spoiler for New Girl: Closer )