Wendy I'm flailing all over the place over the new Rat Queens trade out this week. Jamie I'm loving the settlement credits I am getting from amazon.com and bn.com -- apparently there was something involving the prices of ebooks on the NY Times Bestseller list. So both companies credited me back some of what I'd
I’m flailing all over the place over the new Rat Queens trade out this week.
I’m loving the settlement credits I am getting from amazon.com and bn.com — apparently there was something involving the prices of ebooks on the NY Times Bestseller list. So both companies credited me back some of what I’d paid. Which means YAY FREE BOOKS with the credit!
I’m loving the 1989 horror movie Death Spa. I saw a special screening at the Alamo Drafthouse, and if you love cult movies, this is a real buried treasure. A vengeful woman’s ghost haunts her husband’s futuristic health spa, turning the gym equipment and steam rooms against the hapless jazzercisers. Death Spa features possessed computers, erotic asparagus, death by flying fish, the worst Mardi Gras ever, and more legwarmers than an Olivia Newton John music video. And, oh yeah, lots of gratuitous nudity. Death Spa is completely bonkers and is coming to DVD/Blu-Ray this May, but this is the kind of movie that begs to be seen in grainy VHS for all its 80s glory.
I’m slowly falling in love with Lana Del Rey’s newest song: “West Coast.” I’m not an overall Lana Del Rey fan and her music is more of a miss than hit for me. I’ve only enjoyed “Young and Beautiful” for the Great Gatsby soundtrack and her rendition of “Once Upon a Dream” for the Maleficent soundtrack. There’s something fatalistic about this song which is weird when it’s a love song basically. A lazy west coast love song. Love by the beach song.
I have this new belt. It’s pink, extra-thick ribbon elastic, and the buckle is a huge solid bronzed metal bow. It makes me feel like a sculpture, or statue.
I’m ecstatic about a few upcoming things. First and foremost, theSuperAwesome: Art and Giant Robot exhibition is opening at the Oakland Museum of California this week. While I was always more of a Juxtapose reader, I am thrilled to see contemporary art with a pop-culture focus presented in a traditional museum space. The exhibition includes original artwork by artists who have participated in Giant Robot over the last twenty years, including two of my favorite artists EVER, James Jean and Deth P. Sun. I cannot wait to see their art in person for the first time.
Secondly, SOMARTS currently has an installation titled “X-Factor: The Feminine Mystique” by Dean Disaster and Diego Gomez, with a closing reception next Thursday, April 24th. “X-Factor” examines feminism, X-Men and “the connection of visibility and equality that are expressed both by Mystique in the movie”. The the closing reception will also feature a “Fake Docent Tour.” Um, yes please.
I’m addicted to Bag It, a free mobile game app that came out a few years back. Grocery stores stress me out, but this little grocery bagging game with its grouchy milk cartons and pirate melons, makes me happy.
I’m thrilled about the second season of Hannibal. I love love looovveeedd the first season. Everything was so artfully done. At first I was hesitant about what the second season could offer with Will imprisoned. But, after thinking about it I’ve changed my tune! In season one I really appreciated how sparingly the show depicted Dr. Lecter committing violent acts–when he did do something Hannibally it almost always caught me off guard in some sense. When you combine that with the way they depicted Will Graham’s decline you really get a feel for what an uphill battle Will has ahead of him. If I (the viewer who knows who Hannibal is all along) am, to some extent, surprised by behaviour I should expect of him, Will has one heck of a job to do to convince others of the monster Hannibal really is. I’m excited to see Will beat Hannibal at his own game and am very curious to see how Dr. Bloom figures into all of this. Will she just be fodder to Will’s character development, or will she steal the show?