Good evening, gentle readers.
It's Monday and I am lying here in bed, reading about DEATH. Or maybe that should be DEATH.
Specifically, I'm reading Smoke Gets In Your Eyes by Caitlin Doughty. The book is about Ms. Doughty's first six years working in the American funeral industry.
I first discovered Ms. Doughty via YouTube. She has an interesting channel, mordant and witty, where she does videos ranging from how to deal with the passing of a beloved pet, to the dark questions children have asked her about what happens when we die.
So far, I've found her book both interesting and entertaining.
There are worse ways to spend your Monday evenings.
Trust me.
I know.
What next? DEATH.
But, not like, immediately next.
Just, y'know, at some indefinite point in the far, FAR future.
Hopefully.
^_^
Monday, November 30, 2015
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Into the Badlands S01E01 'The Fort'
Into the Badlands is described as "a genre-bending martial arts series" loosely inspired by the Chinese tale, 'Into the West.'
The premise certainly sounds interesting, but the first episode was anything but. Although visually striking, the show lacks any real depth. To be quite honest, this first episode bored me to tears. Even the fight scenes, although well choreographed and performed, seemed to lack any real intensity. The actors shamble through the scenery with all the vigor and vim of a troop of zombies.
Perhaps the show improves later, but after watching this premier, I have very little interest in wasting more time to find out.
The premise certainly sounds interesting, but the first episode was anything but. Although visually striking, the show lacks any real depth. To be quite honest, this first episode bored me to tears. Even the fight scenes, although well choreographed and performed, seemed to lack any real intensity. The actors shamble through the scenery with all the vigor and vim of a troop of zombies.
Perhaps the show improves later, but after watching this premier, I have very little interest in wasting more time to find out.
Thank you
Hello, gentle readers.
Tomorrow, here in the States, it will be Thanksgiving.
I just wanted to take a moment and say 'Thank you,' to all my readers.
I appreciate your support.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving.
- G.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Jessica Jones S01E01 "Ladies' Night'
So, I just watched the first episode of Jessica Jones on Netflix. I have to admit that I went into the show with some bias; I've read Alias, the Marvel Comic that inspired the series. Honestly, I didn't think much of that, and, apparently, neither did the bulk of readers because Alias was cancelled after twentysomething issues.
Gentle readers, I wasn't impressed with Jessica Jones. The acting in the first ep was mediocre, the plot was uninteresting, the pacing was atrocious. Thirty minutes into the episode, I wanted to turn it off, but decided I should tought it out.
I regret that.
On a scale of 1 to 5, I would give this show 2 stars. I have no desire to watch another episode. However, in all fairness, Daredevil doesn't do anything for me either.
Gentle readers, I wasn't impressed with Jessica Jones. The acting in the first ep was mediocre, the plot was uninteresting, the pacing was atrocious. Thirty minutes into the episode, I wanted to turn it off, but decided I should tought it out.
I regret that.
On a scale of 1 to 5, I would give this show 2 stars. I have no desire to watch another episode. However, in all fairness, Daredevil doesn't do anything for me either.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Black Birds
My life is full of poisonous birds,
black as sin, black as pitch,
that lurk in the branches of skeletal trees.
They descend upon me, en mass, these black birds,
and rip and tear at me,
my face, my hair, my clothes,
with their black razor beaks and claws.
I wave my arms about my face,
shouting and swearing,
head bent low as I run for cover.
The birds follow.
I take refuge indoors,
peering through paper-thin glass panes,
peering at the birds,
watching me watch them.
They sit in black lines along tree limbs
and power lines and the tops of fences.
The black birds sit and watch and wait,
sharpening their beaks and claws.
My life is full of poisonous black birds,
black as sin, black as pitch,
waiting for me to step outside.
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