These two. It’s like somebody sat down and said let’s invent something that will make your heart explode. If the actors sucked maybe my chest wouldn’t ache.
Continue reading “A Different Kind of Prison: Game of Thrones Thread”
So you’re Sansa Stark, and you’ve just been promised to marry a lion.
Continue reading “Never Quite Awake: Game of Thrones Thread”
So you’re Sansa Stark, and you’ve just been promised to marry a lion.
Continue reading “Never Quite Awake: Game of Thrones Thread”
God’s not supposed to talk back. That’s kind of the point.
How many times can you get back up? Always one more. Continue reading Rise Up Again: Game of Thrones Thread
How many times can you get back up? Always one more. Continue reading Rise Up Again: Game of Thrones Thread
Spoilers within. And let’s keep book spoilers out of the comments as much as possible, so that those who don’t know what’s going to happen beyond tonight can have the experience I did, of yelling “WHAT THE SHIT GEORGE RR MARTIN WHAT THE GAH HELP NO GAH NO SERIOUSLY GOD” and chucking the book across the room.
Continue reading “Made to be Broken: Game of Thrones Thread”
*pokes head in door* Hi, guys! Tommy called me on the super-seekrit First Draft sat-phone and told me somebody tried to smuggle a komodo dragon into the crack van “to feng shui it,” and last he checked on Claire she was drinking Jude’s bong water while Doc fed Riot all the Doritos and peanut butter I was saving for my lunch. He also said Adrastos let some hippie camp in the yard. I assume that’s where the goat came from. I HOPE THAT’S WHERE THE GOAT CAME FROM. In all sincerity, thanks for your patience while I made a valiant … Continue reading BAAAAAACK
A reminder that if you want to get your authentic Irish on, you can always purchase this book. Since you know the authors and all. Mike will be signing up at the Village Vintner in Algonquin from 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. I’ll be there too, mostly to just drink. Come say hi if you’re in the neighborhood! A. Continue reading Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
A reminder that if you want to get your authentic Irish on, you can alwayspurchase this book. Since you know the authors and all. Mike will be signing up at theVillage Vintner in Algonquin from 1 p.m. to 3 p.m. I’ll be there too, mostly to just drink. Come say hi if you’re in the neighborhood! A. Continue reading Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
It’s institutional malakatude week here at First Draft. This has nothing to do with Google’s desire to conquer the cyber world, that’s what big ass tech corporations do. I have a more specific lament: they’re 86-ing Google Reader effective July 1. I’ve used it for years and really like it so I’m pissed. Do any of you lot have any suggestions as to what a poor boy can do to replace this service? I’ll let Split Enz have the finally word. Why? Why the hell not? Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Google
It’s institutional malakatude week here at First Draft. This has nothing to do with Google’s desire to conquer the cyber world, that’s what big ass tech corporations do. I have a more specific lament: they’re 86-ing Google Reader effective July 1. I’ve used it for years and really like it so I’m pissed. Do any of you lot have any suggestions as to what a poor boy can do to replace this service? I’ll let Split Enz have the finally word. Why? Why the hell not? Continue reading Malaka Of The Week: Google
Michelle Fairley is a badass also: In person, Fairley speaks with the same deep, smoky tones with which Catelyn so often counsels war-leading son Robb, but she’s a lot more fun: wide-eyed and enthused, at one point she apologises for slapping our leg in a fit of laughter – “Oops, I shouldn’t have done that, you might charge me with sexual harassment!” It’s only when we cheekily ask her about details of season three that we get a flash of that trademark Winterfell sternness. “Life wouldn’t be worth living [if I told],” she says, eyeing the publicists in the room. … Continue reading Catelyn Stark is My Spirit Animal
Michelle Fairley is a badass also: In person, Fairley speaks with the same deep, smoky tones with which Catelyn so often counsels war-leading son Robb, but she’s a lot more fun: wide-eyed and enthused, at one point she apologises for slapping our leg in a fit of laughter – “Oops, I shouldn’t have done that, you might charge me with sexual harassment!” It’s only when we cheekily ask her about details of season three that we get a flash of that trademark Winterfell sternness. “Life wouldn’t be worth living [if I told],” she says, eyeing the publicists in the room. … Continue reading Catelyn Stark is My Spirit Animal
*pokes head in door* Hi, guys! Tommy called me on the super-seekrit First Draft sat-phone and told me somebody tried to smuggle a komodo dragon into the crack van “to feng shui it,” and last he checked on Claire she was drinking Jude’s bong water while Doc fed Riot all the Doritos and peanut butter I was saving for my lunch. He also said Adrastos let some hippie camp in the yard. I assume that’s where the goat came from. I HOPE THAT’S WHERE THE GOAT CAME FROM. In all sincerity, thanks for your patience while I made a valiant … Continue reading BAAAAAACK
President Obama’s geek cred is on the wane after he said this earlier today: “Even though most people agree that I’m being reasonable; that most people agree I’m presenting a fair deal; the fact they don’t take it means I should somehow do a Jedi mind meld with these folks and convince them to do what’s right.” Uh, Mr. President there’s a Vulcan mind meld and there are Jedi mind tricks. One isStar Trek, the other isStar Wars but the trekkies got there first. TheTweeter Tubeis, quite predictably, going bonkers right now since they’ve finally gotten over Seth MacFarlane, and … Continue reading Holy mixed metaphor, Batman
Jacob, writing about Bill Adama:
Bill sits alone, in a Raptor, in the black. He reads Searider Falcon; his fingers on its pages, its scent in his nose. It keeps her close. On the wall behind his head there’s the flash of a jump, and the proximity alarms go off. Louder than they’ve ever gone before.
Bill heads to the cockpit, refusing to blink, younger than ever — is it the flightsuit? — and scans the sky for more. It’s just that one. Just her. He refuses to take his eyes off her, as he straps in for the approach.
The hatch opens, on a Baseship deck as alien as anything, and as close as home. He makes his way toward her without pomp, with a fair amount of grace, like a boy. She tries to speak, twice. This is his show.
“Missed you.” He is the bravest boy in the universe.
He was so terribly young then. He’s older than that now.
Continue reading “Battlestar Galactica: Blood & Chrome Thread”
Jacob, writing about Bill Adama:
Bill sits alone, in a Raptor, in the black. He readsSearider Falcon; his fingers on its pages, its scent in his nose. It keeps her close. On the wall behind his head there’s the flash of a jump, and the proximity alarms go off. Louder than they’ve ever gone before.
Bill heads to the cockpit, refusing to blink, younger than ever — is it the flightsuit? — and scans the sky for more. It’s just that one. Just her. He refuses to take his eyes off her, as he straps in for the approach.
The hatch opens, on a Baseship deck as alien as anything, and as close as home. He makes his way toward her without pomp, with a fair amount of grace, like a boy. She tries to speak, twice. This is his show.
“Missed you.” He is the bravest boy in the universe.
He was so terribly young then. He’s older than that now.
Continue reading “Battlestar Galactica: Blood & Chrome Thread”
The Galactica: Blood & Chrome thread will go up sometime tonight, after I actually have a chance to watch it. And there will be a crack van for the State of the Union tomorrow night, so be here or miss out on the kitten noises. A. Continue reading Housekeeping Stuff
President Obama’s geek cred is on the wane after he said this earlier today: “Even though most people agree that I’m being reasonable; that most people agree I’m presenting a fair deal; the fact they don’t take it means I should somehow do a Jedi mind meld with these folks and convince them to do what’s right.” Uh, Mr. President there’s a Vulcan mind meld and there are Jedi mind tricks. One is Star Trek, the other is Star Wars but the trekkies got there first. The Tweeter Tubeis, quite predictably, going bonkers right now since they’ve finally gotten over … Continue reading Holy mixed metaphor, Batman
It’s one of my favorite books, but I decided I was over musicals a while back, and then the previews came out, and then Anne Hathaway who is my motherfucking homegirl, and I haven’t seen it on stage since high school, so hey, why not? Spoilers within. Continue reading EVERYONE TALK TO ME ABOUT LES MISERABLES
TWO PHONES, ONE HEAD, MOTHERFUCKER.
Dan Rather, from a while back:
Things I especially liked (and know to be true based on my own experience): How a newsroom springs to life when a big breaking story hits. (The example they used is the Giffords shooting in Arizona.) How it’s nearly always true that some good reporter gets fixated on some “way out” story (The example for this is the “Big Foot” story that won’t die.) The sleepless nights of anchormen (and women), who, if they are any good, have more of them than most people—sometimes for good reasons, sometimes for trivial ones.
Because that’s it, you know? The passion’s right. The rest of it, forgivable, fixable, whatever. But this gets the dynamic right.
Continue reading “Just This Side of a Snuff Film: The Newsroom Thread”
Either you’re slingin’ crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot. So at some point between unloading our last, shitty domain company and taking on the new, hopefully less shitty domain company, the chinchillas who run our servers saw a sliver of daylight under the door and made a run for Tijuana. When Jude caught up to them they were blind on the cheap shit and one of them was nuzzling Karl Rove’s leather slave. Jude sobered them up, I posted their bail, and the best road trip ever would have ensued but for the border patrol, who objected … Continue reading Apologies
