I’d like to walk into 2020 with a large bottle of spirits, except that I’m cutting back.

I’m nearing 70, and they’ve been telling me that the world is going to hell for most of my life. Either it hasn’t gotten there yet, or it’s already here.

I r-read the last chapters after the finale so I was surprised that they cut out Asriel telling her he knew about her lovers and and didn’t care.

Midway through re-reading the trilogy finale, and to complement my fix I re-watched the movie. I thought that they actually did a not bad job of telling the story, Nicole Kidman was reportedly Pullman’s choice for Mrs. Coulter anyway, but of course not having the religious theme was ludicrous and the ending is a huge…

In point of fact, this is EXACTLY why fan fiction exists. Some people want to know more about the characters: how did they meet? What happened in their past? Did the Mandalorian have other bad experiences with droids? Was his relationship with his lady pal (the one played by Tonks) sexual once upon a time, and if…

I got to see the first 3 episodes, and oh god............ Makes a crone young again.

I am very dumb or just old, because I have no idea what happened. Or what didn’t happen. Someday it will be spelled out in words of one syllable for me.

It used to be a real literary feat: you had to respond in Welsh, in rhyme. I knew someone whose grandfather was quite good at it.

I had meant to celebrate the Winter Solstice on Saturday but instead stumbled across Rogue One on TNT’s Star Wars marathon, so watched that instead. (It’s the one with Felicity Jones that ends just before the action of the original Star Wars. I never could keep all the titles straight.) I’d seen it before, but in…

I saw the Mr. Magoo version lo these many years ago, and I still remember some of the songs.

I’ve been giving a lot of thought lately, in response to this series, the latest Star Wars, and His Dark Materials on HBO, to the way we as readers/consumers interact with stories. As with Star Wars, a lot of time has elapsed since the last dramatic installment of The Expanse, with which I was immediately captivated.…

To people who are devoted to promoting respect for all persons, I would advise not using demeaning, derogatory terms such TERF for people with whom you disagree. Otherwise you cannot claim the high ground.

Nothing racially insensitive about this. If Jesus is the son of God he doesn’t have to look like Joseph.

It is so dispiriting to see well-known stories dragged through the mud so that we are left with no doubt as to the ugliness of the world. (For one example, the last several takes on Robin Hood.) We are not edified, but end up being served an orgy of brutality for its own sake.

What we need is a movie about a batshit author.

Omigod, I’ve been outed!

I guess I should be happy that I’m looking at the clip on a computer and it looks fine.

The whole concept of a movie of a musical, especially one with very little dialogue or ordinary action, is faintly ridiculous to begin with, unless it’s a theatrical simulcast of the Metropolitan Opera. Yet I will probably go see the movie, because oh why not.

Just wait...

Maybe he (or you) can find a nice Air BnB.