This felt like a real rollercoaster of a read. As a child of the 90s, I knew the Jim Carrey adaptation of this (and the animated adaptation of that) existed, but I never encountered them. At some point, I learned that there was an original comic source to all of that, but I never expected to read it.

I approached the book with open curiosity, hated the first part of it, and then got mostly won over by the rest. It’s interesting in art and premise, it is dark without being too much so, and I appreciate it for what it is.

Peut-être que c’est bête de tellement aimer un petit « storyboard » qui n’a même pas de fin, mais ça fait un moment que je m’intéresse à l’art de Boulet, et ça m’a fait beaucoup de plaisir de m’offrir une petite bd en numérique à quelques euros seulement. J’aime l’histoire, j’aime surtout l’art, et j’espère que les Éditions Digitales vont trouver beaucoup de succès parce que j’aimerais bien acheter plus de choses comme ceci.

This movie was just as good as I remembered. The humor is great, the lines are quotable, and if I would write a few things differently, not even John Cleese’s xenophobic ramblings can ruin this movie for me.

Vampire stories aren’t really my thing, but as far as vampire stories go, this is a good one! 90s New York is an interesting setting, I like the cultural shake-up, and the art is a lot of fun.

I’m glad I watched this, but I was surprised to not enjoy it as much as expected. Part of it is the usual caveat of watching on my phone while doing chores, and part of it is age (in that its innovation has become mainstream and in that John Cleese has really taken a scary turn). Yet, I’m glad I watched it, and I’m ready to watch some other Python stuff.

Hellboy reminds me a lot of Atomic Robo. I love the idea, I like the art, it’s pulpy in a fun way, but after a while, I just get bored of it.

Horror is not at all my jam, but I’ve recently discovered analog horror, which works better for me. I didn’t like the gorier aspects of this movie, but I did find that it captures what I like about Parsons’s original short—and the genre of analog horror in general.

Also, if it wasn’t intended to be a commentary on generative AI, it sure stumbled right into that. A “poorly remembered” reality that produces extra fingers and may be dangerous to humans but whose creators think is the most important thing for us to understand today? C’mon.

Okay, so I didn’t actually read the final TPB. I cobbled together individual issues from hoopla (boooo, hoopla) but couldn’t be bothered to review them individually.

That’s probably good, because I didn’t like the first issue at all—I had trouble remembering what had happened in the previous TPB and struggled to get back into the plot. I still think the plot is kind of dumb, but reading the remaining issues reminds me that I like Guillory’s characters, art, and clear personal investment in this story. I’m being generous with my rating, but I think he’s earned it. (Chew is still too weird for me to try, though).

There’s so much about this series that shouldn’t work. The protagonist is clearly meant to be feminist but borders on angry manhater and is clad in typical comic book superheroine attire. Would it surprise you to know the creative team is all male?

Yet, for all of its very clear faults, there’s something about it that works? Or at least that I found to be an engaging read. Maybe there’s something here under the problems, or maybe I’m just part of the problem. 🤷🏼‍♂️

I chuckled at the Ben Reilly scenes in the second Spider-Verse movie because I know the jokes about 90s superhero comics, but I hadn’t actually experienced 90s superhero comics.

While, now I have, and I get the jokes even more. This was hard to convince myself to finish: It felt like a trying-too-hard attempt to build an interesting comics universe, but it just wound up being dumb and sometimes poorly illustrated.

Queen has always had a place in my musical heart, but my exposure was mostly limited to the one CD I bought in high school. Turns out that I’ve been missing out on bangers like Under Pressure and Radio Ga Ga.

I wasn’t sure if I would like Irish Breakfast, because I have mixed experiences with English Breakfasr blends, and I knew this would be stronger. I think I like it stronger, though!!

This was okay. Kind of boring, too, but in an “enjoyable but not life altering way” and not a “I hoped for more from this blend” way like the chaimander.

Maybe this will grow on me as I finish the sampler pack I bought, but I don’t see myself buying any more. It is not bad so much as boring.

I’m slowly coming up on a year since I migrated my exported Facebook posts into Day One, and while some of it (much of it) is cringeworthy, it still surfaces gems every once in a while. Fourteen years ago today, I posted something that was actually on my mind earlier this morning and that (like other parts of my life) Jacques Ellul’s work has given me a framework to understand better. Here’s the post:

Hey, guess what, I bought a sampler from this company, so I have a bunch to review. This was good and reminded me of drinking the blood orange-flavored Orangina knockoff I would buy with my roommates (read: fellow Mormon missionaries) from an E. Leclerc in Ferney-Voltaire and bring across the border to where we lived in Geneva.

I haven’t had yerba maté in a while, and it definitely has a distinct flavor to get used to, but the chocolate mint flavors of the rest of the blend are super helpful in that regard.

It’s hard for a tv show to follow up on an amazing season 1 premise with a solid season 2. This definitely has some creaky spots in it at the beginning, but it works up to something that won my trust back. What a deliberately, excellently weird show this is.

I understand why this movie is well-regarded, and if I were watching it from the perspective of someone seeing it for the first time in 1991 (which I couldn’t have, because I was 3 and from a no-R-rated-movies Mormon family), I might have different thoughts.

Instead, though, I noticed all the obvious ADR, I learned the context for all the lines I already know from playground conversations and pop culture osmosis, I shrugged at the over-the-top action, and I thought about how much more banal the threats of AI are these days than Skynet and a T-1000. It was a real meh for me.

Today is the first day I’ve ever had to think about how I pronounce the word “almond,” and it’s not how I expected.

One day, I will own a Fairphone.

Some English words see a g-to-w difference when compared to French (e.g., gaufre ↔️ waffle, Galles ↔️ Wales) BUT in some cases, English has both the different AND original versions, so we have near synonyms like warranty/guarantee and warden/guardian.

Sometimes The Onion is at its best when it’s at its most morbid.

Look, to enjoy this film, I had to set aside a lot of concerns about the glorification of war and violence, uncritical U.S. patriotism, and more besides. I did set those (mostly) aside, though, and it’s a fun, well-done movie. I wish there were more Stellan Skarsgård (the actor) in it, but I really enjoyed Jerry Westerby (the character from another franchise) popping up as the Soviet ambassador.

I’m not proud that I’ve switched feed readers twice in six months (hi Tapestry, you’ve finally won me over), but I am thrilled to now have one interface filled with train pictures.