Most Listened Albums Of 2020
The world may continue to prove that blaming 2020 for our problems was like blaming a garage full of oily rags for being on fire, but I wanted to take some time to celebrate some great music from last year. Doing so at the last possible moment last year’s records is part of the conversation. As per the usual cosplay music critic's tules, . . .
Bleary-Eyed And Anxious
This was before the Call of Duty militia stormed the Capitol, so there are probably far more things to write about withholding the anxieties of the adult world, but there are other essays for that.
I feel bad letting this space lay fallow for months, but on the other hand I am typing this very post on my phone . . .
An Unscheduled Departure
There was supposed to be a nice column about changes in my life, but it seemed stupid to put something pleasant here when the army of unfuckable hate nerds (h/t to Marc Maron for the best description for these cretins) gets a VIP pass to trash the Capitol. Cory Doctorow explains how unlikely the “unprepared” party line . . .
Médiathéque: Pulp by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips
Ed Brubaker's crime comics are always fun. Pulp has a fitting name as it slams together a noir and a western story sprinkling in a satisfying enemy getting punched in the face. Like Bad Weekend that I reviewed last winter, this is a standalone story. Brubaker's and Phillips' style is fitting of the title. The art is full . . .
Brinkmanship of the Dammed
We are in the home stretch of the election now. If I did not have a constant stream of training for work, I would still be avoiding the majority of coverage. I have been dropping back from most podcasts and news sites that I read, as all three rings of the circus are full of constant distractions, and everyone is leaning into it.
Médiathéque: Summer Reading List
As a side effect of not getting much time to write, I have a pile of unreviewed books I've been reading this summer. A few of them are relatively slight, fitting a digest of quicker reviews than entire standalone reviews. (I'm also rolling up all of the reviews under the Médiathéque banner from here out.)
To Rouse Leviathan . . .
Self Care In The Age Of Doom-scrolling
Looking at the last published date is a bit weird for me. Granted, I don't keep a strict weekly schedule here, almost a month without writing is pretty bad. On the other hand, I have been trying to juggle doing training classes for work at night and keeping some kind of downtime, so I don't pull the remaining few . . .