So as I’ve mentioned a number of times, we got in the habit years ago of watching television and movies with the subtitles turned on, because when Dennis the Vizsla got to be a Little Old Man Dog he would, on occasion, decide it was Time To Go To Bed, and when he decided that, he would stand in the living room loudly proclaiming it. (His brother Tucker, on the other hand, when he was a Little Old Man Dog, would just hie himself off to bed and burrow under the covers on his own. Tucker liked to take the initiative that way.)Continue reading “We’re Making Good Words Go Bad”
So a while ago I mentioned that we were watching Lodge 49, the short-lived comedy-drama set in, of all places, a Masonic*-type lodge up in Long Beach. The show only ran for two seasons**, so even at our snail’s-pace approach to bingeing TV shows, we already finished it. Towards the end, most of the regulars plus a few guest stars piled into a vehicle for a road trip to Mexico in search of a stolen set of ancient scrolls that putatively contained long-sought alchemical secrets. But while the characters were focused on obtaining the scrolls, my wife was focused on something else.Continue reading “Carpet That Bad Boy”
So this week I was reading The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black, in which vampirism has spiraled into a sort of pandemic due to one vampire’s decision to start infecting (but not killing) people right and left. Needless to say this quickly results in the near-breakdown of society, until the government herds both the vampires and infected humans into walled cities, known as Coldtowns, that are sort of like leper colonies, only with fangs. Oh, and YouTube feeds.