Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word Crackpot Theories. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
I caught this piece about International Science Fiction Reshelving Day (November 18th) over on the Magers & Quinn blog yesterday and it made me laugh. Being a bookstore, their concern regarding ISFRD is legitimate. Being a bitch, mine is haughty. The mere fact that the SciFi nerds have a day where they can “reclaim” books [...]
Okay, I’m still working on this theory, but it’s been bubbling inside of me ever since I picked up Frank Portman’s Andromeda Klein. The book clocks in at something like 430 pages (I’d go look but it is upstairs and I am downstairs). That’s a lot of pages, especially for a young adult novel. I [...]
The change of seasons is fucking with me. I love fall and usually spend much time rejoicing in the cooler weather and school supplies. But this year it’s just putting me on edge, making my skin greasy, and generally leaving me feeling unsatisfied. I want to gnash my angry monkey teeth at the world and [...]
There are many things I don’t understand. Physics, how the average person can tolerate seeing or hearing Gwen Stefani without wanting to punch someone in the neck, and the weird, fanatical love lavished on Jack Kerouac’s On The Road. Since this year marks the 50th anniversary of the book’s publication there’s been much ballyhoo about [...]
I don’t even know how it came up last week at class, but for some reason Kelly, Jags, and I got to talking about boys and Google. This allowed me to espouse Crackpot Theory #48: The Google of the sexes. After writing iwilldare.com for some six and a half years I have noticed a difference [...]
In class on Thursday we workshopped a story that had a wonderful premise. In the story a man is afflicted with all the diseases ever, a condition called Itisitis. With the Itisitis comes a superpower, the ability to give it away. Anyway, like I said, the premise was pretty kick ass. So, as it often [...]
I’ve been listening to Of Montreal’s “The Party’s Crashing Us” on repeat today. I’m not sure why, but it’s working wonders at alleviating the exasperation I’m dealing with today. It surprised me upon listen three that “The Party’s Crashing Us” has totally over come its genesis, which is usually not an easy thing to do. [...]
Today is my friend Kelly’s 30th birthday. I envy her the magic of turning 30. Without a doubt, my 30s have been the best decade of my life. Of course, when I was in my 20s I probably would have said the same thing. But when I look back I realize I was entirely too [...]
I’m in the midst of suffering through Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls. I’ve often proclaimed quite vehemently that I dislike Hemingway. Most of this was based on whatever the hell Mrs. Vold made me read in 11th grade English class. I can’t even remember what we read, I do remember that I hated it. [...]
+6 minute songs: musical masturbation that should not be forced upon my ears or musical genius you stupid word-needing heathen? discuss.
MN Reads PW.net
