In April, I again read just two books. <\/p>\n
With Terry Pratchett’s passing in March, I decided to finally read all of the Discworld<\/i> novels, as sort of my project for the year. Sadly, that’s completely do-able, now that it’s a finite number of books, the 41st and last out due out this fall. At the rate I’m reading, though, it’ll likely carry me over into 2016. Thus far, I’ve re-read The Colour of Magic<\/i> and read for the first time The Light Fantastic<\/i>. I liked both books, despite all the people say those are his weaker ones, and that you shouldn’t start there. That just means I have the really<\/i> good ones still to look forward to. I started Equal Rites<\/i> this morning, but that’s May, and will have to wait for next time.<\/p>\n
I watched four movies. <\/p>\n
First, the generically titled Animal<\/a>, which I link to not to encourage you to watch it — don’t — but because it’s so<\/i> generic a title I need to explain which movie it actually was. This was a terrible 2014 horror movie, only made enjoyable but watching (and mocking) it over Twitter with friends, chosen because<\/i> it was looked so terrible.<\/p>\n Better movies for the month included the rather appropriately titled Blue Ruin<\/i>, which starts with a strong, simple premise: what if you took one of those “man uses specialized skills to exact revenge” movies and took away the skills? It also included Alice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore<\/i>, which was odd — the only Martin Scorcese movie that was ever spun-off into a sitcom — and Furious Seven<\/i>, which, honestly, was one of the most enjoyable movies I’ve ever seen. Pure ridiculousness on every level, but so much fun because of that.<\/p>\n I read thirty-four short stories, not including those I’m reading for Kaleidotrope<\/i> or for my on-going writing workshop. Favorites include:<\/p>\n And as always I listened to some music:<\/p>\n\n