No, this isn’t a treatise on evolution. I haven’t even my mother’s (non-evolution-focused, hence “even”) biological doctorate, so I’d be beyond out of my depth on it. Anyway, of course, I’m referring to the adaptation of things like, well, comic books (okay, not “like” them, I mean “actually them”). I’m still watching Arrow, and the truth […]Read More On the nature of adaptation…
I think the nicest part of doing things this new way is that it allows for my extremely incoherent kinds of rambling, leaping from topic to topic as desires warrant. Which is what I’m about to do, of course. I mentioned the onelinedrawing album The Volunteers, recently, but was distracted by the Wombats. I can’t […]Read More Make me into a sincere mess dummkopf hopeless hypocrite
I was just talking to Brian about why I still love Under the Blacklight, despite the anger it incites from standing Rilo Kiley fans (I know a lot of ’em, too…), and the general distaste for Blake Sennett, comparatively. It mostly feeds into my reflexive irk at “Oh, the singer makes the band,”–an unstated but largely […]Read More I Never Felt So Wicked, As When I Willed Our Love to Die
Look, stop now. Stop and consider: I’m about to carelessly blow the lid off of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Spoilers galore! Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is unfathomable. I mean–that’s not entirely true. It’s like a catchy song you hate, or a tasty food that makes you feel like a terrible human being after eating it, questioning your decision to […]Read More Agents of ???