Is Stranger Things overrated? That question has been haunting me, especially after all the growing praise its gotten, including our official stranger things review.
Damn, just when you thought ’80s nostalgia wore out your welcome, Netflix’s Stranger Things gives you another reason to rue the absence of ’80s punk mixtapes and trapper keepers.
For any of you who have been anxiously waiting for the season finale of the standout podcast series Serial (following the case of Adnan Syed), the following somewhat embarrassing information about myself will make sense to you, at least in the context of the show. And for those of you un-hip, living under a rock types, please do yourselves a cultural favor and get with the times! (Fair warning: Spoilers ahead for the uninitiated.)
It’s no secret that I thoroughly (and I do mean thoroughly) enjoy the Showtime series Homeland, if nothing other than to watch the spectacular performances put on by leads Claire Daines and Damian Lewis. But the storytelling is equally as thrilling and compelling.
The last thing on my mind when watching the series? Tourism.
I’m not sure why I was compelled to write about this, but I guess it’s one of those “truth is stranger than fiction” moments that seems somewhat worthy of a mention.
Ok, this has got to be one of the coolest things I’ve read about today. Apparently, mad, scheming scientist bent on creating powerful cyborgs (who will one day take over the world and enslave us all) have been busy again. Or, perhaps they are just well-meaning scientists hoping to cure blindness. Regardless, of who they are, this is still awesome.
One thing that has sometimes bothered me about atheists is just how fundamentalist they can be. That’s not to excuse all the saints on the other side of the fence who are just as rigid. But to me, they often seem like two sides of the same coin.
There is a piece on NPR about a minister who recently lost her faith and subsequently converts to atheism. There was a bit of time where she would go about her duties as a minister, while inwardly, she had lost her Christian belief.
Here’s how she describes her conversion:
Dear Geoffrey Chaucer,
For the sake of full disclosure, I’m not the go-to columnist for advice on the big L Word.
We want to get into your pants with as few obstacles as possible (kidding … sort of).
I recently happened upon Elephanteer Andrea Balt’s article, “What women really want,” and I couldn’t help but hit the über-belated reply button on her excellent pocket guide (which I’ve tattooed, backwards, on my forehead) to understanding the Rubik’s cube of Womankind.
Kim Jong-il’s death made me sentimental. This is what I actually said to someone when recently asked about my feelings on his passing. Yes, sometimes, I’m rather inarticulate. In such moments, my temporal lobe probably grasps at lingering plumes of an alien language learned first and long since forgotten. Also, my friends don’t associate with many Koreans, it would seem. So I get asked things like this from time to time.
I have a question…
Have you ever wondered where you end and where others begin? Does it stop with your body or the perimeter surrounding it? Are you sure?
Are you also present, in a way, wherever your thought goes? Or are you completely confined within the limits of your skin?
Sometimes something new isn’t necessarily good. It’s like that old t-shirt that you’ve had for many years that fits just right, or the memento that you’ve held on to for so long because it reminds you of a time gone by. There’s nothing that could replace it.
It’s nearly inevitable to think about these things at the turn of a year. Not that I’m much of a sentimentalist when it comes to these things. The midnight countdown came and went while I occupied myself with an online computer game. I was never one for tradition.