Against being broken

I’m not good at this whole “love” thing. I’m not good at this whole “family” thing. Not because I’m somehow prejudiced against these concepts, or because I find them boring, but because I’m a fractured person. I’m an old-time painting. Look closely, and you can see the cracks in the paint. I’ve discovered that theContinue reading “Against being broken”

No, there’s no “Batman franchise curse”

There’s just tragic coincidences – and one deranged fucker who shot people in a theater (and the deranged fucker even looks like Kevin from “We Need To Talk About Kevin,” based on the photo released to the press at this time). But I do think that the franchise is associated with a lot of darknessContinue reading “No, there’s no “Batman franchise curse””

Thank God we can’t afford Burberry Baby

… I guess? Then again, I can’t imagine most well-adjusted parents buying novachek booties. And by this I don’t mean that Alyosha and I are particularly well-adjusted. We just happen to find sanity an admirable quality. I am amused, and slightly petrified, whenever I observe so-called helicopter parents from a distance. And by this IContinue reading “Thank God we can’t afford Burberry Baby”