I babysat a four-year-old recently. He beat my ass at a video game. Quite spectacularly. And I’ve never experienced that. After the umpteenth time he took my controller and showed me what to bloody well do with it, he walked away and said “I’m kind of a genius“. That was an unexpected bit of humour to soften the blow of my modernity-based panic attack.
I could not function at work today. Maybe it’s a case of the Mondays, I said. Maybe it’s the heat, the fact that I’m tired. That’s what I told people, because shit like I can’t sit here designing a marketing strategy while there are people dying in Palestine is not likely to sit well with your new boss. No one believes you when you spout stuff like that.
That was some unexpected awesome right there.
It is rare, like a diamond in the rough, but it exists; a sequel that is better than the first book.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of Cracked, the first installment in Eliza Crewe’s book series of undetermined length; I loved the characters and the humour, but wasn’t overly impressed with the plot and pacing. I gave it three stars (bordering on four), but for the longest time I wasn’t sure if I was interested enough to pick up the sequel. Having then procured an ARC of Crushed, I thought I might as well, if only for a bit of fun. I was in need of a light, fun read at the time and expected Crushed to be as funny and entertaining as its predecessor.
Yeah. I didn’t anticipate the awesome.
I’ve pimped my blog out to a good cause for once! My little brother – He Who Is Too Good To Be True – is donating his 20th birthday to fundraise for The Water Project and he needs everyone’s help! If you follow me on Twitter/Facebook/Pinterest or are just subscribed to this blog you will probably be submitted to daily updates on the fundraiser and multiple pleas for donations. You know how shameless people can get with these things. But, if you donate today…you will still not be exempt from these promotions so best to donate a couple more times so my brother hits his target sooner rather than later.
Let me paint you a picture: family of supernatural hunters, specifically ghost hunters. Magical knife plays a big role. Dad is dead and the family keep moving around to crack different cases. Sounding a bit familiar? The main character is even called Cas…
A while back, an article was published called Why Disney Princesses would make terrible mothers. While the article was no doubt intended to ruffle a few feathers, needless to say I, and some of my friends, hit the Goddamn roof. It would be a different matter if the arguments in the article had any weight to them, but this nameless entity who wrote this piece of shit had absolutely nothing to work with, and therefore grasped onto the most pitiful semblance of potential reason in order to spew out this hunk of crap.