Despite my sci-fi nerd preparations over the weekend, the first day of testing was . . . well. . . let’s just say the thought of going through it again is about as pleasant as a life sentence on Rura Penthe. So, here are my top ten places I’d rather be today.
This week, my foe is an event: my state’s high stakes testing push. For my current school, it’s a Xanadu production number when compared to traditional schools where they have an actual building with real classrooms and a cafeteria.
The viewing public has somehow turned into voyeurs of dysfunction. At least in the days of gladiators, the people fighting each other had some modicum of skill as barbaric as it was. This notion of watching real people being terrible to each other, it doesn’t make sense that this would be entertainment but there it is. Is there a cure for Toxic TV. At this point no. Apparently the more vile and revolting the better. All you have to do is look at the journey one recent celebrity has taken down the rabbit hole of madness to see this proven. Not only is he getting more attention than he had before, but he’s turned his dysfunction into some sort of twisted entertainment.
Most penultimate episodes preparing for the season finale serve as a chance to build up momentum and tie all of the individual plot lines together. Devil in a Blue Dress succeeded in that regard, but that didn’t make the episode any less muddled or confusing.
by Jenn Kim
Hm. So it seems I’ve done a 180 about Aidan. Yes, I’m still unduly prejudiced towards the combination of butt chin and overly pursed lips on a man, but take that same man and have him play cards with a 10 year old boy, and suddenly I’m all, “Helloooooo, Nurse!”
So, you’ve been invited to a theme party and costumes are encouraged. Or if it’s one of my parties, they’re probably required. You’re either excited or dreading it with a passion. You might be thinking up excuses about why you can’t attend. I’ve only met a few people who fall into the gray area of ambivalence about dressing up. I think that people dread theme parties for a couple of reasons: they have no idea how to start putting a costume together or they’re worried whatever costume they wear won’t be good enough. Fret not, it is easy.
So, I’ve been following Paris Fashion Week, which is sort of an exercise in futility because whenever I try anything trendy or slightly beyond basic, I wind up looking like a three year old who dressed herself. Oh, I still want to wear it, but I fully accept that my fashion aesthetic won’t be acceptable until the fall of civilization.
One problem with these mid-season breaks is that I risk forgetting details like character names, and as a result I have to re-familiarize myself when the show continues. While I do have notes to consult, they have inconsistencies, such as using “MathGeek” for Eli. However I do remember the previous episode and its “cliffhanger” ending. I expected the Destiny’s rescue to come at the hands of a Deus Ex Machina, since I had already seen them abuse that with Telford’s arrival with the seed ship.
What actually happened ended up making sense instead.
Even if Nintendo decided today to stop making Mario games he has not only cemented his place in videogame history, he is the epitome of the longevity of this industry and an icon that we can be proud to call our own.