ORDINARY LIFE IS PRETTY COMPLEX STUFF.
by Liz Shannon Miller
My dad grew up in a small town outside of Cleveland, Ohio, and when we would go back to visit his family, the smoky gray skies always struck me, a girl used to California’s plethora of sun, as weirdly exotic. It’s a quirk I’ve…
Some thoughts about comic books, Harvey Pekar, and a self-examined life.
IN WHICH I ATTEND THE SXSW PREMIERE OF 21 JUMP STREET
by Hunter S. Thompson
I arrived in Austin already pretty far gone, and staggered off the plane into a smell cloud of barbecue, the need to vomit sneaking up on me like a friend I owed money. By the time I got to the cab stand, the line…
Hunter S. Thompson would have had a GREAT time at SXSW. I could only scratch at the surface of the chaos.
IT’S JUST LIKE DRIVING A REALLY BIG PINTO.
by Liz Shannon Miller
In most major metropolitan areas around the world, taking the bus is a natural part of life, with no stigma attached. In Los Angeles, though, taking the bus is seen by many as weird and dangerous; a last resort for those…
I have been writing a lot about the Speed movies recently. This one was significantly better than this one.
PEOPLE ARE GONNA WATCH THIS.
by Liz Miller
Nothing kills me in a horror film like the details. Endless CGI wastelands are not nearly so heartbreaking as a half-burned photograph of a family vacation, or a beheaded teddy bear waiting for the return of the child who loved it. Intimate…
Here are a bunch of my thoughts about the still-fascinating-to-me “Cloverfield,” if you’re interested.
I’m not the Liz Miller who signed up for all these wedding emails | Slacktory
I am, however, the Liz Miller who wrote about it for Slacktory this week.
Previously known as “Five Days For Uncle Steve,” Thought Catalogued for your convenience.
Alternate title: “First Paragraphs for Novels, Inspired by California State Tax Adjustments and Written to Avoid Finishing My Taxes*”
Thanks so much to Annie for reading it!
*I filed this morning. Don’t fret.
I had to see this at a midnight screening the day it premiered in order to file by 8 AM Friday morning. If this review seems cranky to you, that’s why.
My latest freelance piece for the horror blog FEARNet. As much as I wanted to like it, my answer for the headline is “no.” As such, here are some of my notes, jotted down while watching the show:
Glenister does that talking-to-himself thing common only to poorly written TV drama
Rupert — for fuck’s sake, the Watcher’s name is Rupert — warns that “they bite.” Then, Luke goes home, takes off his shirt (10 points there, show), and immediately has to fight off a biting demon. No need to build any suspense here, no siree bob.
Luke’s superpower seems to mainly consist of being able to catch stuff
And now Mina Harker is touching a demon’s poop to figure out psychically where it is. For the love of pete.
Why do all the demons wear hoodies?
Holy shit Ruby has been kidnapped and Luke’s running down the street and “Ruby” by the Kaiser Chiefs is playing and I want to kill myself.
I liked writing this post because I don’t get a lot of opportunities to simultaneously reference 19th century poetry and slash.
While covering Comic-Con 2008, I wrote over 2,000 words in one day. These were my favorites.
