In honor of the list-making obsession that kickstarted this very site, here’s a list of lists. More specifically, it’s a round-up of ten interesting “Best of the Decade” lists that are currently saturating the internet. I’ve mostly avoided the Best Songs/Movies/Books categories in favor of
According to A Song of Ice and Fire author / miniature knight painter / NY Giants fan George RR Martin’s blog, a big piece of the HBO casting puzzle is in place. For the few dead-eyed unfortunates who haven’t been anticipating the greatest entertainment spectacle
Last Friday’s season finale – and possible series finale – of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles struck a fine balance between the mopey fatalism that’s come to define the mood of the show and absolute balls-out insanity. In the unlikely event that anyone reading this
Halfway through William Gibson’s 2003 novel, Pattern Recognition, a character says this: “The people who designed all the early Nintendo games drew them on long rolls of paper. There was no better way to do it, and you could unroll the whole thing and see
Mastodon drummer Brann Dailor considers Genesis’ 1974 concept record The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway to be his favorite album of all time (Note: a few years ago I had to go to the Macintosh Genius Bar to have disc 2 of Lamb extracted from
Gary Lutz is not a well-known fiction writer, and barring some massive, unprecedented shift in consumer taste, will never be famous. He doesn’t seem to be reclusive – there are a few interviews available online – but the number of publications or websites interested in
There’s an interesting moment in the Metallica documentary Some Kind of Monster when drummer Lars Ulrich explains that there won’t be any guitar solos on the St. Anger album because he doesn’t want the record to sound “dated”. Lead guitarist Kirk Hammett responds quite reasonably
First-person narration is a tricky art. If a writer has the ability to transfer a character’s unfiltered thoughts to the page, how does he or she know when to shut the hell up? How many this-is-what-I-think-of-smoked salmon/winter mornings/Black Sabbath digressions flesh out the character or
Everybody knows that as we get older, the awe-struck wonder of childhood is replaced by the bleak, meaningless drudgery of adult obligations. There is no Santa Claus, only long lines and traffic jams and airport delays and family problems and a shitty economy. But lucky
The primary message-board criticism leveled against John Connor (played by Thomas Dekker) on the show Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles is that, for the future savior of all mankind, he sure does act like a huge pussy. Here’s a random sampling of vitriol from Fox’s