I found a movie that I liked. Just, yknow, on its own merits and everything. Yeah, I was amazed, too ( Read more... )

Everything's changing ( Read more... )

First, two paragraphs of preface:

In the interest of my not having to waste keystrokes debating whether Sex Is Ebul, let me just say that this essay assumes ours to be a Sex-Negative culture, and that I will be taking a Sex-Positive tack. If you don't know what these terms mean, please to be following the above links to Wikipedia before reading ( Read more... )

It is an odd thing, to be born an American and yet somehow crave English culture. It's stigmatized enough to where I feel embarrassed to admit it, and still uncommon enough to be stared at by slack-jawed Americans when I use the word "anglophile" to describe myself.

Now, I've worried a lot over the years about my love of the UK. I think there's ( Read more... )

Well, slap my knee and call me an optimist; two happy posts in one month.  Last time, I discussed my love of jalapeño pizza.  This time I wish to express my abject glee because I am watching a four-part episode of oldcore Doctor Who in which the main villain is, I shit you not, a cactus.

No, no, I don't mean there's the usual sci-fi person-in-a- ( Read more... )