I decided I wanted to spend some time really deep in a long read, so I decided to start on Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky. I’m not even 100 pages in yet, but there’s already a very feverish intensity to it- the feeling of someone going mad.

Because we’re adult enough to know that when you bleep something, you’re mind fills in the blank, so it’s a waste of time.

Matt Rhys and Keri Russell didn’t win and I am here within minutes to register my disgust on the internet.

*Darth Vader turns to leave room*

The internet can introduce you to amazing stuff you never got to hear about normally (Thank you to introducing me to Joy Division/New Order/Stone Roses) but man some of the fan communities can be the fucking worst.

“He was a wonderful collaborator, but we’ve decided that his ‘sandblast away all traces of charm and personality’ approach just wasn’t right for that project.

I liked S2. I liked the sense of heat and sweat and malaise that came across through the cinematography. Was the story a tad convoluted? Sure. But it was no more convoluted than S1. I certainly didn’t want a continuation of the “time is a flat circle” bullshit. That would be retreading old territory.

S2 was engaging…

I got the chance to see this in a theatre recently; unfortunately, it was part of an all-night horror festival, and the audience was only there to be rowdy and talk throughout the movie. Boo! It was one of the first movies I ever bought when I first got a DVD, btw.

Nice tongue-in-cheek headline there, folks.