An appeal to the well-read.

I am not very well-read. I know more about cinema than I do any other art form, and I suspect it’s hampering my abilities to communicate – at least in appreciation of shared contextual comedy and avoiding general ignorance. Therefore my New Year Resolutions (yes, they’re made to be broken – I’ll try not to)┬áinclude the following two. I’ll write …

For Gallifrey! For VICTORY!

For the least original blogpost in all history. Someone pinch me, 2010 was the year that someone actually remembered that Doctor Who is supposed to be fun. When it’s scary, it’s fun. When it’s light and funny, it’s fun. Matt Smith is blessed with the kind of natural eccentricity and downright weirdness not seen in the Doctor since Tom Baker. …

I have ascended to the ranks of the gainfully employed.

I’m terribly happy. Right now, even as I type, I’ve got a glowing ember of joy in my chest; the kind of simple bliss that we all had when we were eight and knew Christmas was a couple of days away, or that first visit to a pretty girl’s bedroom. Even the simple act of breathing kindles it and spreads …