A podcast hosted by Emma Newman who, with her politely evil butler Latimer, interviews authors, illustrators, agents, and all kinds of people over tea and cake. After which, the guests find themselves in some form of peril they must creatively escape.
Each week finds Emma and Latimer in a tea lair as well, and since acquiring their time machine, this can be anywhen as well as anywhere.
“Sequential Comedies of Literature” as it says in the subtitle. John S. Troutman reads classics from the Norton Anthology and draws comics about whatever comes into his head. Hilarious, amusing, pick your adjective.
Another podcast, this one by a set of authors. Brandon Sanderson, Howard Taylor (who writes and illustrates the webcomic Schlock Mercenary), Dan Wells, and Mary Robinette Kowal (who also narrates audiobooks) talk about writing and everything to do with it. A must listen for writers, especially their series of podcasts on elemental genres.
Stick figures and diagrams have never been so entertaining. Written and drawn by Randall Munroe, who manages to explain complex things with simple words in a way that I actually understand what he’s talking about but don’t feel talked down to. Some comics are just silliness. Either way, read the hover text, it’s always funny.
Let’s Pretend this Never Happened is the memoir of Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess. It’s an irreverent and delightful, at least to me, look into a life even weirder than my own. Let’s Pretend This Never Happened is Jenny’s first book and contains stories of her childhood, youth, and some from adulthood. It is, like her second book, a look at all the fucked up in life and finding the humor in it.
Heroine Complex is a hilarious and touching story by Sarah Kuhn. Told in first-person perspective, it’s the story of Evie Tanaka, personal assistant to San Francisco’s superhero, Aveda Jupiter. When Aveda gets injured, Evie has to pose as her boss/best friend and disasters ensue.
And kittens, and statues, and celebrities. Little is known about the demons that periodically invade San Francisco, and only San Francisco, except that they imprint on the first thing they see and that they love the taste of human blood. The portals appear at random and leave behind stones with strange writing on them. Nate, the demonologist in team Aveda, collects and tries to decipher them. Continue reading “Heroine Complex—Learning to Embrace Anger and Power”→
Crimson Peak is a gothic romance-horror movie directed by Guillermo del Torro.
The ghosts in Crimson Peak were both creepy and gross, being skeletal-muscular and either black or red. The movie builds good atmosphere, especially via the butterflies and conversations. There’s some violence, mostly at the end, and someone gets stabbed in the face. That was sufficiently gross, despite a lack of gore. Most of the gore is in the ghosts themselves. Continue reading “Crimson Peak—Creepy but Slow”→
The movie version of Miss Peregrin’s Home for Peculiar Children lacks the charm of the book. It starts off slow, gets really morbid, the ends as a fluffy action movie. It also had some time travel consequences that didn’t make sense to me, namely the grandfather coming back to life—I know I’ve mentioned I hate time travel, something that didn’t even occur to me while reading the book. Also, I didn’t buy the romance between Emma and Jake.
It wasn’t all bad though. The monster designs were cool, and the special effects were great. Worth seeing once for the scenes in the underwater ship. I also liked Eva Green’s performance as Miss Peregrin.
So yeah, I didn’t realize the show was on hiatus mid-season, not breaking between seasons. In any case, the second half of season two of Lucifer was pretty fun, even if the romance between Lucifer and Chloe gets derailed because status quo is god. Lucifer gets more character growth, Amenadiel has whatever the opposite of a crisis of faith is, we get to meet God Johnson who is just a hoot, and we get an appropriately dramatic season finale, with happy endings of all sorts. And then of course Lucifer gets knocked out and wakes up in a desert with his wings back. Nice hook for season three, which as previously stated, I’ll be watching.
A series of articles wherein “two modern Mythos writers get girl cooties all over old Howard’s original sandbox”. Rithanna Emrys and Anne M. Pillsworth summarize a story and the comment on it. Both ladies have great commentary on the cosmic horror stories. Continue reading “Reading About Other People Reading”→
I’ve mentioned before that I have thing for Prohibition era supernatural stories. Black City Saint, by Richard A. Knaak, is told from the first person point-of-view of Nick Medea—aka Saint George—as he battles Oberon for the fate of both Feirie and the mortal worlds.
Or Nick as he prefers to be called, was bound to the dragon he killed. Said dragon, who goes by “Eye”, had been the guardian of the Gate between Feirie and the mortal world. Now Nick is that guardian. He has access, when the dragon allows, to the dragon’s abilities/body parts, such as his eyes which can penetrate magical glamours as well as more mundane darkness. Also claws, and sometimes wings. Though the dragon occasionally snarks at Nick. Continue reading “Black City Saint—Saint George Is the Dragon”→