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It’s a strange thing, driving to Pickathon. You’re in the middle of Portland, tied up in its highway knots; you’re driving south on 205, trying not to feel like you’re heading home from the airport; you’re turning off an an exit that quickly begins to feel frighteningly like Agrestic, all matching complexes with intimidating names. And then you’re in the middle of nowhere. Continue reading
It’s time to just suck it up and accept that it does not matter if I feel like the entire internet has had its say about the last two days of Torchwood: Children of Earth. I am not the entire internet! And I still have thoughts! They’re just delayed, is all. And of course there are plenty of spoilers. Click here and read further at your own risk! Continue reading
I watched, I didn’t weep, I got a little choked up, I have a lot to say — but I had all kinds of Things that needed doing the last few days, so I’m a bit behind. And I watched Day Four and Day Five pretty much one after the other, so they’re a touch blurry. But I’m working on it. Your Torchwood posts, they shall return. In the meantime, if anybody wants to talk about it, I’m here for you, man. We could probably all use a good heart-to-heart after that. Continue reading
Well, that was kind of intense. Shall we talk about it? Let’s. “As a gift.” Day Three is a pivot point. The 456 arrives. A pillar of flame sinks into the glass tank at the top of Thames House (without burning anything in its path, I’d like to note). Something prone to splattering green goo against the walls is inside. We never see all of it, just sense a large, lumbering presence, strange and eerie. Continue reading
It’s a little funny that I was just discussing Torchwood’s “adult” content levels, given that Day Two gives us entirely naked Jack. (And to think I just read a quote from John Barrowman about eventually getting his kit off.) It’s not quite as hot as it might sound, though. Mostly, it’s rather unpleasant. But let me tuck this all behind a spoiler cut. (For an introduction to Torchwood and my thoughts on Day One, look here.) “I’m a PA. It’s what I do.” Continue reading
I admit it: I’m rapidly falling for Torchwood. Continue reading
Last Thursday, I went to Portland because of Twitter. Ok, that’s not quite true. I went to Portland because of Amanda Palmer, the singer-songwriter-force-of-nature who some folks may know as half of the Dresden Dolls. Palmer’s solo album is one of my absolute favorite records of last year, and I’ve long been complaining that of course I only fell in love with it two days after she played Portland in December. Of course. Continue reading
When do we get those high-speed trains? ‘Cause I need a faster, easier way to get back and forth from PDX these days. Today, I’m missing a press screening of Harry Potter Laughs All the Way to the Bank Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (thanks, Shawn Levy, for inspiring that strikethrough). I’ll go see it Wednesday and review it on this here blog the same day. I PROMISE. My fingers aren’t even crossed or anything. EDIT: I take it back. Continue reading
• The Village Voice’s Rob Harvilla, like myself, is obsessed with Janelle Monae. Unlike me, he’s gotten to see her perform live multiple times. I’ve had to make do with YouTube, which is a poor stand-in. Monae is appearing at this year’s Bumbershoot, which is pretty much enough to make me want to spend Labor Day weekend in Seattle. Continue reading
Internet miscellany: for when it’s stupid hot out and thus you I, stupidly, walked to the bank and now have the brain capacity of a dazed manatee. No disrespect meant to manatees, of course. Continue reading