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With one key exception (the screwing up Mat in Book 12), I was very happy with how Sanderson wrapped up the series. It's clear that his writing style is quite different from Jordan's—something that Sanderson acknowledges quite frankly. But it was a monumental task, and I felt like Sanderson pulled it together really

As long as we continue to objectify her.

I think they should hand out copies of Bluebeard at the doors of every modern art museum.

In the interests of honest contrarianism, I've quite enjoyed everything I've ever read by Klosterman. I appreciate that he's searching for meaning in every aspect of life, and sometimes he is genuinely insightful. He also has a distinctive literary voice that I find pleasant to read.

I picked up A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius not knowing a thing about Eggers, and spent about 30 minutes laughing at the introduction in the bookstore. That persuaded me to buy it . . . and then I got home, and the first chapter opens with both his parents vomiting because of their cancer treatments, and

Upvoted for demonstrating thoughtful self-awareness.

But to what extent can you say that it's natural for writers and artists from a given country to focus on their own country? American comics have been about Americans because for much of their history they were written by and for Americans. We write what we know.

The Karmeleon?

All survival is temporary.

Man, I remember that one. It's not cool when you get excited about all your favorite cartoon characters on the same show, only to find that that show is incredibly depressing.

Thanks to a lifetime of objectification, Pamela Anderson has been a thing pretty much from the moment she entered the public consciousness.

*grudgingly upvotes*

I feel like if you asked Hillary Clinton who her favorite musicians are, she would (without hesitation) give you a focus-grouped list of bands, 90% of which would be safe favorites with key demographics. The other 10% would be carefully selected offbeat bands hand-picked to show some personal flair.

I just went to a wedding in Concord (home of the Avett Brothers!) and really, it was a lovely town.

The only legitimate reason I can think of is to save water, since urinals are a little better about that. Some of the new urinals I saw in Arizona don't flush at all—it has a liquid that is less dense than urine, so the urine sinks to the bottom and the liquid on top traps the smell. I'm unclear on how the urine is

The film really is more of a parts bin of ideas than a compelling story in its own right. While I think the plot for the film is okay, it's executed in such a cartoonish way that it's tough to avoid feeling like you're getting force-fed The Film's Message.

Not to mention Coburtle the Turtle . . .

In fairness, Sorbo was pretty wrecked by an aneurysm that caused him to have multiple strokes.

Ah, but you can argue that no matter what they name the ship, this contest was wildly successful. If they never held the contest and just bureaucratically determined that the boat would be The Polar Explorer or something similarly generic, you're right that people wouldn't care. But because of the contest, a ton of