Music Monday: Dilaudid by The Mountain Goats

Welcome to the first every Music Monday! I’ve been wanting to get more active here, but lacking the energy (possibly the time? Life seems to be nuts, as it often is) to create the kind of quality content that one could desire. So here you have Music Monday. Sometimes I will play you songs. Sometimes songs and commentary. But there will always be music to brighten up your back-to-work day.

This week: Dilaudid, by The Mountain Goats, and a tiny example of how to make a cliche rip your heart out.

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Why I’m Excited About Ghostbusters (pre-viewing)

Ghostbusters (to be clear, the 2016 reboot) may end up being brilliant, or a hot mess, and usually I would wait and see how the reviews go. However, I think I’m not going to be able to take my time on this one. There’s a simultaneously simple and complex reason why I’m excited about Ghostbusters: gender bending. Specifically, the fact that the mostly female cast has been allowed to embrace the traditional male comedic stereotypes. And the fact that there are FOUR FEMALE LEADS, in a movie that is about ghost fighting and not girl power, family, or romance, just rocks my socks. Continue reading Why I’m Excited About Ghostbusters (pre-viewing)

Colloquial idioms: Or, what is that when it’s at home?

the hand-written words just me and my handbasket

I go on language kicks every once in a while, and lately the communication quirk that has been delighting me is colloquialisms. Possibly idioms. Maybe regional metaphors. Those turns of phrase, whatever they may be called, that completely fit with a character, region and environment but may not actually be common usage. Continue reading Colloquial idioms: Or, what is that when it’s at home?

Unreality in writing: feature or bug?

Blocks of cheese with adorable artificial mice

Different places around the world have their own flavor, their own look. Obvious right? But here’s the interesting bit: it’s also really hard to believe. It’s not that the human mind doesn’t like thinking about differences, it’s that difference is mostly inconceivable, until it’s been felt. Continue reading Unreality in writing: feature or bug?

Three secrets of successful procrastination

the hand-written words just me and my handbasket


cultivate many hobbies, that way when you have an overwhelming desire to not do one thing you have multiple back up plans to keep your life Activity Filled. I myself enjoy drawing writing, reading, movies and occasionally intense bursts of stress cleaning.  I never have trouble avoiding that one thing that I really don’t want to do.


(So, ironically enough, I started, but did not finish this post, and now I have no idea what the other two secrets to successful procrastination are.

In all reality, if you can master the secrets of NOT procrastinating, that is better in the long run. If you figure those out, you should share them with me.

You know, whenever you can get around to it.)

Hipster? Undefined. 

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I feel that the definition of a hipster is incredibly vague. Like, you know it when you see it?

I associate hipsterism, accurately or not, with the vague feeling (which strikes me sometimes) that anything Everyone likes can’t possibly be Good.

(This sentiment isn’t consistently true. There are really popular things which are horrible, and some that are excellent, and many which fall in the awkward sweet spot in between.)

Anyone have a better definition, or is this like youth ministry, and it just hasn’t existed long enough to be well defined?

Hoity Toity Brainscapades: Frankenstein edition

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I wrote yesterday about my first impressions of The Maze Runner and the concept of hoity toity brainscapades came up.

In addition to being fun to say, such brainscapades are one of the cornerstones of great literature, and they can become tiresome.

Frankenstein is a great example. It’s an engaging, primal sort of story about creation, arrogance, ambition, cruelty, and f*ing things up.

Basic plot (and SPOILERS for those who worry about such thing) is that Dr. Frankenstein creates a monster out of spare parts. The monster (contrary to popular culture) is very intelligent, articulate and perfectly aware of his monstrousness, and begs the doctor for a companion so he can hide away from the world without loneliness. Only at this point does the doctor get cold feet and run away from what he has done. The monster follows him and, in revenge, destroys everything he holds dear.

Much of the beauty of Frankenstein comes from brainscapades. The doctor first has to justify what he wants to do, then what he has done, and finally NOT doing what the monster asks of him. He goes back and forth making up ever more complex justifications while the world falls apart around him and innocents suffer for his arrogance.  The doctor is a highly intelligent man and None of his excuses are simple. Kudos to Mary Shelley for the beauty and complexity of his thoughts, as well as the underlying structure of the novel.

Yet when you strip the book of Frankenstein’s brainscapades, you are left with a violent and horrific story. Children are slaughtered. Innocents live in terror and then are killed through no fault of their own. And all this disaster comes from the arrogant choices of a blame-shifting jerk.

Hoity toity brainscapades mean that you never stare the horror full in the face but only catch it in fits and starts.

Awesome storytelling, no doubt, but not exactly straightforward.