I feel you, Dorothy.
From Letters of Note. “The late, great Dorothy Parker, born on this day in 1893, informs her editor that she has writer's block…”
From Letters of Note. “The late, great Dorothy Parker, born on this day in 1893, informs her editor that she has writer's block…”
I almost got into it with a friend over on the Book of Face after he seemed to diss Charlize Theron’s The Old Guard as a John Wick Chick Flick.
But I couldn’t get past ‘John Wick Chick Flick’ as a smackdown, so I gave up. The exchange did remind me, however, of a great essay I read about the importance of that first John Wick movie to the action genre as a whole.
It's not much consolation—well, none actually—but at least I called it. To be honest, I'd prefer not to have the filthy 'rona back and on the loose but as soon as they opened up the border the clock started ticking.
I don't know if there are any other Patrick Rothfuss fans around here, but this one is hurting. I can't even remember when I first picked up The Name of the Wind – the first entry into his super long Kingkiller Chronicles – but given that it's been nine years since Rothfuss released volume two, The Wise Man's Fear, it was probably a while.
This is delightful. It’s the grunting and the self affirmations I find so… familiar.
This is a great version of a song I didn’t really dig much in the original form by Bowie. (Yeah, sue me). There is something wonderful and uplifting about it. Joy enough to carry you through another day of the never-ending ‘rona.