Articles from Cheeseburger Gothic
I used to watch Lost in Space every day after school. It was on after Gilligan's Island and before Hogan's Heroes. I loved it.
Naturally I jumped right into the Netflix reboot as soon as it dropped. I'll cut to my take now; I enjoyed it hugely. But I can already see there are some who don't.
I keep reading this phrase, or variations on it in articles about China's purported interest in building a military base on Vanuatu.
The motives seem pretty clear to me.
And to the South China Morning Post too:
Brisbane has been struggling through a crime wave. Even better it's a foreign crime wave. Even betterer again, the foreigners are Irish and they've mostly been scamming food and drink, and stuffing too many potatoes in the toilet.
It never ends. But I have opened, or rather closed, a new front. Hired a carpenter to come in last week and close up the two holes the little bastards have been using to get in under the rear of the house.
Fingers crossed, we haven't had any more furry intruders since.
I so wish it was legal to discharge shotguns in the house.
I just wrote a long blog entry about The Washington Post including Amazon sales and 'reading' data in it's new 'best seller' and 'most read' lists.
Hit publish. Lost the lot. I'd left the desk long to go burn some pork crackling and while I was away, I'd been logged out.
My spirit is broken. I'm not gonna bother rewriting it, but I will throw in the feature quote, from Kathryn Rusch about the difference between the lists:
I finished my soy binge of Altered Carbon on Netflix this week. Loved it. I loved the book to when I read it over a decade ago, but that was so long that apart from one or two standout scenes (the concealed mini guns in the hotel, for instance) I had pretty much forgotten everything. It wasn't a bad way to go into the series.
Dragged my worthless arse back to the gym today. I haven't exercised since mid-December. In my defence, I did manage to pick up a case of something called 'walking pneumonia' just before Christmas and have only just got the all clear from my doctor last week. It was a helluva thing. Hacking, coughing, spluttering, fever, chills, the whole ninety-nie snotty yards, for seven weeks.