Here it is, for the third week running: everything I read, watched, played and listened to in the last week ranked from worst to best. And here's a warning in advance: there are spoilers for The Walking Dead's latest episode.
The Wheel of Time: Winter Dragon TV Pilot: Okay. This may take some explaining.
The Wheel of Time is a series of fantasy novels/paving slabs by Robert Jordan. It's immensely popular, and in the wake of Game of Thrones there has apparently been some interest from TV and movie studios. Unfortunately, many years ago Jordan sold the licensing rights to a company called Red Eagle, which has done nothing but cock things up ever since. The rights were set to return to Jordan's estate on February 11th, but lo and behold, look what showed up at 1.30 am on the FXX channel, right in the middle of the infomercials: a completely unheralded TV pilot. In other words, a hastily slapped together bit of telly made so that Red Eagle can retain the rights to the series.
This show has to be seen to be believed. It's one of the worst things I've seen in years, and I watch wrestling. Billy Zane is in this, playing one of the major villains of the series. Billy freaking Zane! It's a delight watching him attempt to deliver dialogue about "the nine Rods of Dominion" and the "One Power", all while smiling affably. Here's a link: http://io9.com/watch-that-weird-wheel-of-time-tv-show-pilot-here-1685036791. Check it out, Wheel of Time fans, and see just how bad an adaptation can be. This may be the worst thing on my list, but to be honest it's one of the things I enjoyed the most.
A Beard of Stars by Tyrannosaurus Rex: Okay, so bear with me: I'm going to write about some music here. This is not something I know how to do, so forgive me if I make even less sense than usual. I'm in uncharted waters.
With that out of the way, can we all agree that A Beard of Stars is an amazing, incredible album name? Okay? Good, because understanding how radical that name is will help you to know how let down I felt by this album. A few years ago I went through David Bowie's entire catalogue, and that was a positive life decision. T Rex is a band that often gets mentioned in the same breath as Bowie, so long as we're talking about his glam albums, so I thought I'd check them out. I went with A Beard of Stars because it had the best title (it was a toss-up between that and Futuristic Dragon), and I think I may have gone a little too early in their chronology. Instead of glam I got psychedelic folk rock, which is a genre I have an affinity for, but I didn't exactly warm to this album. Most of the melodies felt awkward, and I found Bolan's voice grating. Don't hate me, Bolan fans, I'll probably give one of their later albums a spin at some point.
Resurrection season 2, episodes 2 to 6: I'm still not loving this show, but I am getting a little more invested in it. Some of this is the growing focus on the conspiracy angle, which is more interesting than how such-and-such or so-and-so is feeling about their emotions this week, but mostly it comes down to Michelle Fairley, and her portrayal of the newly revived family grandmother. She's the most heinous character I've seen on TV in a while (and yes, I do watch Game of Thrones). Basically, I'm sticking with this to see her get set on fire or something.
The Walking Dead season 5, episode 9: The Walking Dead is back from its mid-season break, and it's also back to its old trick of killing off all the black men. Seriously, it's absurd how many have pegged it at this point. Have the creators not noticed, or are they taking the piss? There are still two left in the cast, but one has a gammy leg and the other is a nervous priest. The odds don't look good for either of them.
As for the episode itself, it was decent enough, but it still feels like the show is treading water, and has been since half-way through season 4. Rick and co. have decided to go to Washington, and see what's there, which I guess is a direction, but it's not really a compelling one. I think I know what's in Washington, anyway. I'll give you a hint: more zombies.
All-New X-Men #18-21 by Brian Michael Bendis and various artists: In the aftermath of Battle of the Atom (which I reviewed last week) the original X-Men have defected, and are now living with Cyclops and his team of revolutionaries. It's a move that makes sense, as it gives the core cast a whole new set of characters to interact with, and that's what Bendis does well. That's not the focus here, though. Instead we have the introduction of X-23 to the team (she's a female clone of Wolverine. Don't ask.), and a battle with the Purifiers, a group of militant religious mutant-haters. Bendis gets good material out of X-23, and particularly her rapport with the young Scott Summers. Not so much the religious fanatics, but those stories tend to be pretty one-note anyway. The series is holding up quite well so far. (I hate the new costumes, though. So much uglier than the 1960s designs.)
Morning Phase by Beck: Like everyone I saw Kanye making a knob of himself at the Grammys, but it did have the positive effect of reminding me that Beck is a thing that exists. His latest album is a mellow acoustic affair, with a lot of heartfelt, slightly melancholy tracks. I can see why Kanye dissed it: it's an album for introspective middle-aged white people. I liked it a lot.
Daredevil (2011 series) #1-21 by Mark Waid and Chris Samnee: I'm revisiting this run of comics before I read Waid's final issues, and I feel pretty safe in saying that this is the best super-hero comic of the last five years. Waid took the character back to his swashbuckling roots after a decade of unrelenting noirish misery, while never ignoring the many terrible traumas that exist in Matt Murdock's backstory. The action is sharp and inventive, the emotional beats hit hard, and the art is crisp and sublime. If you want to read some Daredevil before the TV series begins, this is the one. (Oh, okay, there's also the Frank Miller runs. And the Bendis run. And Brubaker. But I like this one the best. It has Stilt-Man.)
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Friday, February 13, 2015
Sunday, October 26, 2014
The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan
I finished this book months ago, and I really ought to have gotten to this by now, but time has slipped away from me. You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little vague on the details, because... Wait. Hang on. This is The Eye of the World? Book one of The Wheel of Time? I've probably read this thing ten times or more. No worries, then, I've got this sorted.
So, Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. This is a big one for me. I first encountered it when I was around 15 years old, and that's probably the exact right age for it: too old for simplistic "farmboy saves the world" fantasy stories, but not yet old enough to have grown out of that sort of thing.
Make no mistake, The Wheel of Time is a "farmboy saves the world" story, and we've all read our fair share of those. I feel like it transcends that description, though. In a lot of ways it's the ultimate story of its type. Certainly it's one of the longest, at over 4,000,000 words. But more than that, it takes the tale in messier directions than the norm, exploring things like what actually happens when a farmboy becomes a king. But that's for a later time; for the moment, we're in more familiar epic quest territory.
The first book begins the story of Rand al'Thor, the aforementioned farmboy, and how he and his friends discover that they are important in the battle against the Dark One. Most of the story finds them on the run from the Dark One's minions, trying to get to the safety of Tar Valon.
I was struck upon this reading at just what a sudden lurch the finale of this book is. The characters spend the whole book with one goal in mind: to reach Tar Valon, home of the Aes Sedai (lady wizards, basically). Then, with about one hundred pages to go, they abandon that goal to head off into the Blight to foil the Dark One's plan to "blind the Eye of the World and break the Wheel of Time". It comes out of nowhere, and in some ways it feels as though Jordan hit a deadline and had to rush the ending. It doesn't seem likely, because he's usually a very meticulous writer, but this particular instance stands out to me.
On the other hand, there's a moment that I used to feel came out of nowhere, but is actually foreshadowed quite well: Rand's ability to channel, and the revelation that he is the Dragon Reborn. Upon my first reading, as a dumb kid, I had thought this done poorly. I don't know what I was thinking, because it's obvious in hindsight. There's even a scene where Rand is cornered by bad guys, and they get mysteriously struck by lightning. Dumb kid me got so angry at that scene, because, well, it's a stupid, random way to get the hero out of trouble. Except it wasn't a random lightning strike, it was Rand using the Power. Not to mention the episodes Rand has where he alternates between nausea and madness, exactly the symptoms described for becoming a channeller elsewhere in the book. Like I said, I was a dumb kid.
There's one strength Jordan has that is on display in this book in spades: planning. The guy planned the hell out of this series, and reading the first book it really shows how well he did so. There's foreshadowing all over the place, and a scattering of prophetic visions that all pay off down the line. It can't be stated enough how difficult it is to plan a book, then stick to the plan during the writing phase: especially so in a book spanning fourteen volumes.
Still, for all that planning there are a few unexplained oddities in the first book. Most of these come from the finale, which... well, it's confusingly written. Deliberately so, I'm sure; it's all from Rand's perspective, and he seems not quite in his right mind at the time. But a number of things happen at the end of the book that never get resolved. Was it really Rand's mum being held by the Dark One? Who was that ALL-CAPS VOICE? We'll probably never know for sure, but I'm cool with that. Every work of art should have its ambiguities.
I probably haven't made it clear, but I LOVE this book. As I mentioned above, it took hold of me at exactly the right age, and Jordan became a massive influence on me as a writer. I spent a good number of years attempting to emulate his style, before swerving off into a totally different direction with Jack Manley. Later on, the series gets bogged down in detail and side-characters, but here in the first book it's a relatively tight coming-of-age quest story that does what it does very, very well.
So, Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. This is a big one for me. I first encountered it when I was around 15 years old, and that's probably the exact right age for it: too old for simplistic "farmboy saves the world" fantasy stories, but not yet old enough to have grown out of that sort of thing.
Make no mistake, The Wheel of Time is a "farmboy saves the world" story, and we've all read our fair share of those. I feel like it transcends that description, though. In a lot of ways it's the ultimate story of its type. Certainly it's one of the longest, at over 4,000,000 words. But more than that, it takes the tale in messier directions than the norm, exploring things like what actually happens when a farmboy becomes a king. But that's for a later time; for the moment, we're in more familiar epic quest territory.
The first book begins the story of Rand al'Thor, the aforementioned farmboy, and how he and his friends discover that they are important in the battle against the Dark One. Most of the story finds them on the run from the Dark One's minions, trying to get to the safety of Tar Valon.
I was struck upon this reading at just what a sudden lurch the finale of this book is. The characters spend the whole book with one goal in mind: to reach Tar Valon, home of the Aes Sedai (lady wizards, basically). Then, with about one hundred pages to go, they abandon that goal to head off into the Blight to foil the Dark One's plan to "blind the Eye of the World and break the Wheel of Time". It comes out of nowhere, and in some ways it feels as though Jordan hit a deadline and had to rush the ending. It doesn't seem likely, because he's usually a very meticulous writer, but this particular instance stands out to me.
On the other hand, there's a moment that I used to feel came out of nowhere, but is actually foreshadowed quite well: Rand's ability to channel, and the revelation that he is the Dragon Reborn. Upon my first reading, as a dumb kid, I had thought this done poorly. I don't know what I was thinking, because it's obvious in hindsight. There's even a scene where Rand is cornered by bad guys, and they get mysteriously struck by lightning. Dumb kid me got so angry at that scene, because, well, it's a stupid, random way to get the hero out of trouble. Except it wasn't a random lightning strike, it was Rand using the Power. Not to mention the episodes Rand has where he alternates between nausea and madness, exactly the symptoms described for becoming a channeller elsewhere in the book. Like I said, I was a dumb kid.
There's one strength Jordan has that is on display in this book in spades: planning. The guy planned the hell out of this series, and reading the first book it really shows how well he did so. There's foreshadowing all over the place, and a scattering of prophetic visions that all pay off down the line. It can't be stated enough how difficult it is to plan a book, then stick to the plan during the writing phase: especially so in a book spanning fourteen volumes.
Still, for all that planning there are a few unexplained oddities in the first book. Most of these come from the finale, which... well, it's confusingly written. Deliberately so, I'm sure; it's all from Rand's perspective, and he seems not quite in his right mind at the time. But a number of things happen at the end of the book that never get resolved. Was it really Rand's mum being held by the Dark One? Who was that ALL-CAPS VOICE? We'll probably never know for sure, but I'm cool with that. Every work of art should have its ambiguities.
I probably haven't made it clear, but I LOVE this book. As I mentioned above, it took hold of me at exactly the right age, and Jordan became a massive influence on me as a writer. I spent a good number of years attempting to emulate his style, before swerving off into a totally different direction with Jack Manley. Later on, the series gets bogged down in detail and side-characters, but here in the first book it's a relatively tight coming-of-age quest story that does what it does very, very well.
Friday, February 7, 2014
What I Read in 2013
Here's the list of books I knocked over last year:
About Time vols. 2-5 by Tat Wood and Lawrence Miles
Marvel Comics: The Untold Story by Sean Howe
English Grammar Essentials for Dummies
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Marvel Masterworks: Golden Age Sub-Mariner Vol. 1 by Bill Everett
Sandman vols. 1-9 by Neil Gaiman
A Memory of Light by Brandon Sanderson and Robert Jordan
The Quest for Tanelorn by Michael Moorcock
The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Time Machine by H.G. Wells
The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G. Wells
The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells
The First Men in the Moon by H.G. Wells
The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth by H.G. Wells
In the Days of the Comet by H.G. Wells
The Sleeper Awakes by H.G. Wells
The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
The War in the Air by H.G. Wells
The Wheels of Chance by H.G. Wells
Kipps by H.G. Wells
Tono-Bungay by H.G. Wells
Foundation by Isaac Asimov
Foundation and Empire by Isaac Asimov
Second Foundation by Isaac Asimov
A Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules verne
Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne
The Armageddon Rag by George R.R. Martin
The Warlock of Firetop Mountain by Steve Jackson and Ian Livingstone
The Citadel of Chaos by Steve Jackson
The Forest of Doom by Ian Livingstone
Starship Traveller by Steve Jackson
City of Thieves by Ian Livingstone
Deathtrap Dungeon by Ian Livingstone
Doctor Who and the Claws of Axos by Terrance Dicks
Good On Paper by Andrew Morgan
So I read fifty-two books last year, which is the most I've done in a long while. It came at the expense of my comic reading, but them's the breaks.
H.G. Wells was the obvious winner here, with twelve entries to his name. I have a lot of time to listen to audiobooks while I'm at work, but I also don't have a lot of money to spend; consequently, I've been listening to a lot of works in the public domain. I started with Mr. Wells, determined to get through as many of his books as I could find, naturally starting with the sci-fi and working outwards. I enjoyed his better-known works well enough, but was surprised to find some gems further down the list. The First Men in the Moon was particularly entertaining, and I was oddly touched by The Wheels of Chance, a book about a downtrodden draper's assistant going on a bicycle holiday. On the whole I think he's a better writer when working outside of the science fiction genre; the characters are more vivid, the worlds more well-realised. His sci-fi books were more innovative, and more immediately iconic, though, and thus much more well-remembered.
I also delved into the other two grandfathers of sci-fi, Jules Verne and Edgar Rice Burroughs. Verne was enjoyable, if a touch episodic for my tastes. Burroughs I loved. The first Tarzan book is much better than you'd expect, and his John Carter novels are tons of fun. They get repetitive after a while, and Burroughs' reliance on coincidence borders on the absurd, but for pulp action-adventure of the era you can't do much better. He's possibly the earliest author that I'd read for pure pleasure.
George Martin's The Armageddon Rag was very good. A Memory of Light was a fitting wrap up to the epic Wheel of Time series. Sandman was pretty much as amazing as I'd been led to believe.
The Worst Book I Read in 2013: I'm giving this to the gamebook Starship Traveller by Steve Jackson. It's a lazy piece of design from a normally brilliant gamebook writer. Doctor Who and the Claws of Axos by Terrance Dicks was a contender, but I had to admire the ruthless efficiency of its prose; while I didn't enjoy it particularly, it certainly did the job it set out to do. Marvel Masterworks: Golden Age Sub-Mariner Vol. 1 was also in the running, but in comparison to other comics of the 1940s it's rather good.
The Best Book I Read in 2013: This is tough. Looking at the list objectively it's probably Moby Dick, only I found that book to be extremely tough going. The Armageddon Rag was damned good, utterly gripping. There are probably a good four or five Sandman volumes that could win it. The Warlock of Firetop Mountain is my favourite book of all time, but I'll discount it on the grounds of nostalgia-blindness. A Memory of Light must be acknowledged for the sheer magnitude of the task that Brandon Sanderson pulled off, and pulled off well. But I think I'm going to give it to Sandman Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections by Neil Gaiman and various artists. It's a volume of short stories mostly divorced from the ongoing saga, but each of them is brilliant. I find that I like Gaiman's work best in the short form, and here he knocks it out of the park with every story.
Reading Plans for 2014: I'm going to continue with the classics, as I have an iPod and the spare time to use it. Once I've listened to all the Burroughs books in the public domain I'll branch out into some less genre-based stuff, maybe Jane Austen or Dickens. I'd also like to read some more modern works. Of all the books I read last year, only three were written within the last few years, so I want to focus on some genre fiction by modern authors. Perhaps China Mieville or Patrick Rothfuss or Joe Abercrombie. My tastes have become a little stale and old-fashioned. Also, I want to read more comics. There are literally tens of thousands of stories set in the Marvel Universe that I haven't read. I'd like to remedy that.
WHAT ELSE I'M WORKING ON:
It's still the three major projects at the moment. I'm nearly finished a first draft of part 1 of The Lightless Labyrinth. Once that's done I might fling it out into the wild to be savaged by vicious alpha readers. I've nailed down a format for the Marvel Guidebook I'm working on, and am now knuckling down to do the writing. I plan on creating a test volume containing all the Marvel super-hero comics from 1961, just to see how it comes out and whether it actually makes for a good read or not. Finally, I've just about hashed out the story for Jack Manley and the Interchronal Deathmatch Tournament, which will be the opening storyline if I decide to go ahead with an ongoing serial.
PROGRESS THIS WEEK:
The Lightless Labyrinth - 1,948 words
Marvel Guidebook - 1,455 words
OTHER TIME-WASTING ACTIVITIES:
What I've Been Reading
Daredevil by Brian Michael Bendis & Alex Maleev Ultimate Collection Vol. 1 by those guys in the title
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs
What I've Been Watching
Transformers: The Movie (the rad animated one, not the crap recent one)
What I've Been Listening To
Armageddon by Guy Sebastian (not by choice, even though it's quite a good pop record)
What I've Been Playing
Super Mario Galaxy on the Nintendo Wii
About Time vols. 2-5 by Tat Wood and Lawrence Miles
Marvel Comics: The Untold Story by Sean Howe
English Grammar Essentials for Dummies
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Marvel Masterworks: Golden Age Sub-Mariner Vol. 1 by Bill Everett
Sandman vols. 1-9 by Neil Gaiman
A Memory of Light by Brandon Sanderson and Robert Jordan
The Quest for Tanelorn by Michael Moorcock
The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Warlord of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Beasts of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Time Machine by H.G. Wells
The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G. Wells
The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells
The First Men in the Moon by H.G. Wells
The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth by H.G. Wells
In the Days of the Comet by H.G. Wells
The Sleeper Awakes by H.G. Wells
The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
The War in the Air by H.G. Wells
The Wheels of Chance by H.G. Wells
Kipps by H.G. Wells
Tono-Bungay by H.G. Wells
Foundation by Isaac Asimov
Foundation and Empire by Isaac Asimov
Second Foundation by Isaac Asimov
A Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules verne
Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne
The Armageddon Rag by George R.R. Martin
The Warlock of Firetop Mountain by Steve Jackson and Ian Livingstone
The Citadel of Chaos by Steve Jackson
The Forest of Doom by Ian Livingstone
Starship Traveller by Steve Jackson
City of Thieves by Ian Livingstone
Deathtrap Dungeon by Ian Livingstone
Doctor Who and the Claws of Axos by Terrance Dicks
Good On Paper by Andrew Morgan
So I read fifty-two books last year, which is the most I've done in a long while. It came at the expense of my comic reading, but them's the breaks.
H.G. Wells was the obvious winner here, with twelve entries to his name. I have a lot of time to listen to audiobooks while I'm at work, but I also don't have a lot of money to spend; consequently, I've been listening to a lot of works in the public domain. I started with Mr. Wells, determined to get through as many of his books as I could find, naturally starting with the sci-fi and working outwards. I enjoyed his better-known works well enough, but was surprised to find some gems further down the list. The First Men in the Moon was particularly entertaining, and I was oddly touched by The Wheels of Chance, a book about a downtrodden draper's assistant going on a bicycle holiday. On the whole I think he's a better writer when working outside of the science fiction genre; the characters are more vivid, the worlds more well-realised. His sci-fi books were more innovative, and more immediately iconic, though, and thus much more well-remembered.
I also delved into the other two grandfathers of sci-fi, Jules Verne and Edgar Rice Burroughs. Verne was enjoyable, if a touch episodic for my tastes. Burroughs I loved. The first Tarzan book is much better than you'd expect, and his John Carter novels are tons of fun. They get repetitive after a while, and Burroughs' reliance on coincidence borders on the absurd, but for pulp action-adventure of the era you can't do much better. He's possibly the earliest author that I'd read for pure pleasure.
George Martin's The Armageddon Rag was very good. A Memory of Light was a fitting wrap up to the epic Wheel of Time series. Sandman was pretty much as amazing as I'd been led to believe.
The Worst Book I Read in 2013: I'm giving this to the gamebook Starship Traveller by Steve Jackson. It's a lazy piece of design from a normally brilliant gamebook writer. Doctor Who and the Claws of Axos by Terrance Dicks was a contender, but I had to admire the ruthless efficiency of its prose; while I didn't enjoy it particularly, it certainly did the job it set out to do. Marvel Masterworks: Golden Age Sub-Mariner Vol. 1 was also in the running, but in comparison to other comics of the 1940s it's rather good.
The Best Book I Read in 2013: This is tough. Looking at the list objectively it's probably Moby Dick, only I found that book to be extremely tough going. The Armageddon Rag was damned good, utterly gripping. There are probably a good four or five Sandman volumes that could win it. The Warlock of Firetop Mountain is my favourite book of all time, but I'll discount it on the grounds of nostalgia-blindness. A Memory of Light must be acknowledged for the sheer magnitude of the task that Brandon Sanderson pulled off, and pulled off well. But I think I'm going to give it to Sandman Vol. 6: Fables and Reflections by Neil Gaiman and various artists. It's a volume of short stories mostly divorced from the ongoing saga, but each of them is brilliant. I find that I like Gaiman's work best in the short form, and here he knocks it out of the park with every story.
Reading Plans for 2014: I'm going to continue with the classics, as I have an iPod and the spare time to use it. Once I've listened to all the Burroughs books in the public domain I'll branch out into some less genre-based stuff, maybe Jane Austen or Dickens. I'd also like to read some more modern works. Of all the books I read last year, only three were written within the last few years, so I want to focus on some genre fiction by modern authors. Perhaps China Mieville or Patrick Rothfuss or Joe Abercrombie. My tastes have become a little stale and old-fashioned. Also, I want to read more comics. There are literally tens of thousands of stories set in the Marvel Universe that I haven't read. I'd like to remedy that.
WHAT ELSE I'M WORKING ON:
It's still the three major projects at the moment. I'm nearly finished a first draft of part 1 of The Lightless Labyrinth. Once that's done I might fling it out into the wild to be savaged by vicious alpha readers. I've nailed down a format for the Marvel Guidebook I'm working on, and am now knuckling down to do the writing. I plan on creating a test volume containing all the Marvel super-hero comics from 1961, just to see how it comes out and whether it actually makes for a good read or not. Finally, I've just about hashed out the story for Jack Manley and the Interchronal Deathmatch Tournament, which will be the opening storyline if I decide to go ahead with an ongoing serial.
PROGRESS THIS WEEK:
The Lightless Labyrinth - 1,948 words
Marvel Guidebook - 1,455 words
OTHER TIME-WASTING ACTIVITIES:
What I've Been Reading
Daredevil by Brian Michael Bendis & Alex Maleev Ultimate Collection Vol. 1 by those guys in the title
Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar by Edgar Rice Burroughs
What I've Been Watching
Transformers: The Movie (the rad animated one, not the crap recent one)
What I've Been Listening To
Armageddon by Guy Sebastian (not by choice, even though it's quite a good pop record)
What I've Been Playing
Super Mario Galaxy on the Nintendo Wii
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