The Year of My Socks, Two-Thousand and Eighteen
I’d fully intended Monday’s post to stand as a sort of personal affirmation about the shift in my nightly focus away from binging on superheroes in high definition and towards kicking ass and taking names my own self, on my own projects. However, shortly after the post went up, it was pointed out to me … Continue reading A Day In The Life
I’m sort of embarrassed to admit that for as much Netflix and/or Hulu as I watch, I end up restarting episodes entirely too often. Like, almost “on every day of the week that ends in –y”, too often. But that’s what happens when you fall asleep in front of the TV all the time. Well, … Continue reading Replay From the Beginning
Loved a show. So muchGulped it down, Solo-cup style Empty cup. Now what?
Dear CW Executives, You got me. I am fully prepared to admit it and I’m don’t even feel bad. I resisted, at first, because I’m a grown-up and have grown-up responsibilities. I have a job to work at and books and posts to write and kids to raise. The stupid dishwasher still doesn’t empty itself … Continue reading An Open Post To The CW Executives
I think that when the inevitable unauthorized autobiographies of my life begin to come out (expect one at your favorite bookseller about the same time that Hell freezes right the hell over), one thing will be made abundantly, irrevocably clear:I am an embarrassingly slothful person. And if it weren’t for the Puddinette, I would never … Continue reading A movie in 100 words or less: Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this or not (and quite frankly, I’m too lazy at the moment to open a web browser and type in a couple of search terms to find out, which seems like I’ve leveled into a whole new echelon of slothfulness, if you ask me), but I’ve been doing an … Continue reading A movie in 100 words or less: Here Comes the Boom
Usually, the disc-sleeve inside that familiar red DVD envelope from the mail gets torn open the evening after Pete the Postman slips it into your mailbox. It's like you're a 10 year-old all over again and Santa just came and you've not only got a G.I. Joe with kung-fu grip, but also a full-scale Millennium … Continue reading A movie in 100 words or less: The Perks of Being a Wallflower
It's not uncommon then I find myself waiting for a specific movie to arrive in the mailbox in that bright red envelope that's now almost as familiar as the back of my own hand. Looper was one such movie. This business, unfortunately, happens to me often, probably owing to the fact that Netflix likes to … Continue reading A movie in 100 words or less: Looper
Roses are, um, redViolets are...oh, screw itPoint is, I ❤ you I hope everyone manages to have a great Valentine's Day, whether you buy into the commercially driven love-fest or not. Whatever you do—and whatever your, um, situation—why not use today as an excuse to live life like a rockstar. Just, you know, maybe without … Continue reading A Puddintopia Valentine’s Day Haiku
Image courtesy of Wikipedia.org After reading today's earlier post, in which I declared my beach-trip maidenhood, the Puddinette was quick to make one key editorial suggestion. See, while it's certainly true that I've never been on a vacation dedicated to spending most of one's time on a beach, that's not to say I haven't ever … Continue reading The Beach Trip (an update), with bonus movie triviality
