scott-lynch has posted the entire prologue of The Republic of Thieves on his website. That funny sound in […]
For those of you who are fannish, yet have somehow missed the news, HBO have released the next update on casting for the pilot of A Game of Thrones.
Crikey: Usain Bolt!
After my recent attempt not to rant about just how badly Michael Bay demolished Middle Eastern geography in […]
For your viewing pleasure, the trailer for Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland – released next March. Well it […]
I have taken a couple of stabs recently at re-reading iconic cyberpunk. I read Neuromancer years ago and […]
As we approach our eighth anniversary, my boy and I have been reflecting intermittently on what it is that draws us together. One popular theory is our willingness to (indeed enthusiasm for) take the piss: not just partners, but sparring partners. Another, often revisited, is our uncanny tendency to think and say the same thing at the same time. Last night, watching the rather good Public Enemies, our shared frame of reference and ability to follow random cues was the key: as the film introduced a Chicago villain, my boy leant over and murmured without preamble “Proper fucked”.
Possibly the rest of the audience were curious as to why I found that particular scene so funny, but he was absolutely right. I haven’t a clue what the actor’s name is either, but it was certainly him. And he was, as it turned out.
My random observation of the day: it is oddly reassuring to see a pair of legs stuck out […]
1) Metaphors aside, boys should never, ever, wear rose-tinted glasses. 2) Should a boy choose to do so, […]
Possibly to apologise for the hormonal overload to which I’m being treated this week, my body chose to […]
Ways to tell you are, in fact, growing up rather than just getting a bit older: 1) Your […]
At least, I’m putting this down to a default message, rather than deliberate humour – but with Empire, […]
In the interests of diverting myself from ranting incoherently, I’m going to stop reading Christians try to explain […]
There is no other choice to round out the weekend’s viewing. There nearly was, but the Loom of […]
No sooner did I compare myself to Achilles (or at least my choice not to emulate him), than […]