When Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was released, the same weekend I graduated from high school, I waited in line at midnight. And waited again, two years later, for Half-Blood Prince. But after the midnight release of Deathly Hallows, just prior to my final year of college, I started to close the Harry Potter chapter of my life. So when Scholastic released the script to the ‘8th Harry Potter story,’ nine years later, I didn’t rush to Amazon or my local book store. I waited. I forgot. I didn’t know if I wanted to read it at all. And then eventually, because friends wanted to talk about it, I cracked the spine on Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.
Since it all began in June of 2008, this blog has been many things: a place to vent, an archive for commentary on television and comic books, the occasional crafting tutorial, advertisement for my various entrepreneurial enterprises, and a chronicle of my ongoing war with the responsibilities of adulthood.
They call my generation ‘Boomerang Kids’ – Millennials who left the nest for college, then turned right around and moved back in with Mom and Dad post-grad because the wider world is terrible, and depressing, and an empty nightmare of struggles to find affordable healthcare.
I’m thirty years old, and there’s almost nothing adult about me.
Kelly Sue DeConnick’s comic about a prison planet populated by women who defy the patriarchy is supposed to be set in the future, but has an awful lot in common with the present.
There’s been a recent resurgence on the topic of the importance of paying artists for what they produce – but more importantly, changing the cultural consciousness until this is not some sort of far-out, radical concept.
Calling all Whovians! This Saturday, August 30th, Golden Apple Comics is showcasing the world’s largest bluetooth speaker – which just so happens to be a talking, moving, menacing life-size Dalek.