The Shelf of Shame is out of control. I have all these cool new books to read that I planned to write about and, well, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. I can’t decide.
Then it dawned on me– YOU can decide.
I think that most people reading this had a lot of their formative years during these decades, so let’s check out some movies from the time period!
It’s been my gift (and curse) that I seem to remember hundreds of terrible TV shows that only aired for half a season and dropped into the abyss half a century ago. I can’t tell you what my bride asked me to pick up after work tonight, but I sure as hell can tell you who starred in ‘A Year at the Top’ 42 years ago, because that’s how the blob of electric jello in my skull works. If I have to know this crap, so do you.
Last night it was hot, as in at 4 AM it was 29c and heading for a 39c day. Sleep was difficult to find and, not surprisingly, my thoughts turned …
How exactly do comics publishers in the MU and DCU survive? Here they are, printing stories about people who commit multiple murders on a whim, or freeze entire cities instantly. …
If I were capable of feeling shame, this might be my guilty pleasure, but there’s no guilt involved. I like musicals. It’s just a damn shame that I can’t sing or dance, because I’d love to be in musical theater. I often listen to musicals at work, sometimes old classics like Camelot or Chicago, sometimes more obscure works like Threepenny Opera, or recent shows like Something Rotten, and every so often I go looking for stuff I didn’t know existed. Some of it is on the odd side.
