So over the last few weeks, with Dickinson between seasons, we’ve sort of been looking for some new programs to intersperse amongst the lighter Big Bang Theory and New Adventures of Old Christine fare—sitcoms that my wife likes to refer to as “dessert”. I had been hoping the new HBO series The Nevers would fit the bill:Continue reading “Not a Review of “Mare of Easttown” and “Upload””
I’ve posted previously about how we started watching television with the subtitles on during Dennis the Vizsla’s later years, when he got in the habit of barking and carrying on in the evening because he thought we should all go to bed. Sometimes these subtitles can be amusing, making a comedic scene funnier; sometimes they can sort of puncture the drama a little.
Then there’s this:
So this week I was reading The Atomic Sea by Jack Conner:
So this week I’m reading Mortal Engines, by Philip Reeve.
This week I’m reading volumes 1-3 of The Great Iron War, by Dean F. Wilson, a science fantasy steampunk series in which Earth (or someplace like it) is invaded by outsiders, called “demons” (even though I’m pretty sure that’s not what they are) who come in search of iron. Hence the name of the war.
So this week I’m reading Ticker, by Lisa Mantchev, another in a recent series of steampunk novels that I’ve accumulated over the last few years that have suddenly percolated to the top of the list. Evidently my random novel selection process has decided that the shelf for this genre needs to be thinned out.
So this week I’m reading Wolves of the Northern Rift, by Jon Messenger.
So this week I’m reading Boneshaker, by Cherie Priest, in which the release of rogue technology destroys much of Seattle and unleashes a toxic gas, known as the Blight, that kills most things it touches, and reanimates some of those things as the living dead. In other words, it’s just like the launch of Windows ME.