Our constant attempts to live in the past provoke laughter in older generations, given that we’re all under the age of 35.
The news of Elmore Leonard’s death got me thinking, because one of my favorite writers passed away recently, too, and Twitter isn’t trending her name.
There are mixed reactions to the casting of the 12th Doctor, most of which have little do to with the man and more to do with the fact that he’s not a POC or a woman.
I didn’t always live in fear of fireworks. I still think they’re pretty in small doses on very rare occasions as long as I know when they’re going to start and stop. I realize that much structure is anathema to the idea of fireworks, but if you’re a pet owner in a dense part of the city, then you know my pain.
The Huffington Post is running a really fantastic series of articles this week on asexuality, and the thought-out, respectful, and in-depth reporting is a welcome surprise. Reading some of the articles, particularly the ones on relationships and ‘corrective rape,’ made my breath catch in my throat.
With the exception of fan-favorite Felicity Smoak, the women of Arrow seem to be defined by their relationships with leading man Oliver Queen.
A couple months ago, I gave my one-year-old shepherd-spaniel mix Chiana a new toy to play with. She was, at this time, on probation with regards to getting the run of the house. Though she enjoys destroying things, we figured she couldn’t do much damage with the doors to all the bedrooms closed. What I failed to take into account was that her new toy was flat enough to slip under the living room sofa. As best we can figure it, she attempted to retrieve her toy, and with her sharp little claws tore into the base fabric of one of the 24-year-old pink leather couches – the cushions of which had already been torn by her and Pilot.
I’ve been in revision mode since the beginning of the year, which is why my podcast is sporadic and my blogging has been pretty lax. Despite the number of hours in the day, when I’m really trying to tune my focus, taking time for anything else feels like cheating, or wasting precious moments that should be spent correcting typos and eliminating the word ‘just’ from my manuscript.