The summer season has started, which brings us two more shows, one is another mecha that has war drama all written over it and the other is Sword Art Online that returns for a second round. Mahouka continues on with the magical competition and Captain Earth ramps up the romance drama.
I put out a call on Twitter and Tumblr asking people the one thing they wish someone had explained to them how to clean, and the answer was overwhelmingly “ovens.” Googling “how to clean an oven” will yield you a lot of advice, mostly contradictory, so I’m going to try to break it down by method and take a look … Read More
When one reads a book published by Future Tense, one should expect to feel willingly uncomfortable with the author’s honesty. No matter the specific subject matter, there will be at least one moment, a feeling, a crash into clarity that makes one realize: I’ve been here too. Reading Wendy C. Ortiz’s excellent memoir, Excavation, is an experience no different.
It is hot in Scotland. Obscenely hot. Stupendously hot. Not only are we in double figures, we are in the twenties. I have been in shorts for weeks now. This, Persephoneers, is ice lolly weather. And this is how the Zoku Classic Pop Moulds came to live with us.
Guess what, folks! We’re almost to the end of this train wreck of a book! Now we’re going to get some resolution. As with the previous chapter, we’ll be covering this chapter in two parts just because there’s so much good stuff in it.
This essay is part of a year long series following one fed-up reader’s white literature “detox.” Read more here, and follow her book list here.
Years ago, I volunteered for an animal rescue. I adopted my dog from them, they asked for help, and I just fell into it. It was rewarding to help the animals, and I was new to that world. After a while, though, it wasn’t fun.