So I've watched The Mummy (2017) twice, more disgruntled the second time than anything. It's bad. If you haven't seen it, be aware there are spoilers to the movie.
There are three versions of the Grinch now. The first, the ultimate classic, was the animated Grinch in 1966. Then in 2000, Ron Howard shook it up with a much more fleshed out story of the Grinch, played by Jim Carrey. Our newcomer is a familiar name even if we botch it half the time, Benedict Cumberbatch, in the 2018 version of The Grinch, directed by Yarrow Cheney. I had the opportunity to see it this week, and wanted to have a little ramble where I ponder over who played a better grouchy Grinch.
What even is this. This band came out in 2004, and it's currently the bitter end of 2018. In all those years before they never popped up on my radar, and now every personal mix on YouTube includes at least three of their songs. Though that probably has to do with the number of times I've replayed the entire Semipiternal album. I can't really answer my own question sadly enough, but what I do know is that I'm really happy they did pop up on my suggested videos because their songs are a mood.
I get pretty tired of the radio. Not the content so much as the format of it. They take a good song and proceed to viciously stomp its every beat and tempo switch into your brain to entice you to keep returning to that specific radio program—which, yeah from a business standpoint, I understand but as a music lover, it just kind of makes me tired. So most days I actually connect to my phone Bluetooth and cruise some channels on YouTube that I stumble upon at home when I've got the proper amount of time to coast the search results for whatever music style I'm digging at the moment. I've come across some real gems on YouTube, and I always suggest these channels to my friends when they admit to wanting to find some new music different from the overplayed "Top 40 hits."
Christmas is a worldwide holiday, known as a time of cheer and family.
The cursor keeps blinking on the screen of your laptop. The pen (or pencil if you dig those old school vibes) lays idly on the side of the notebook; sometimes you pick it up, thinking the feel of it will inspire some reflex that sparks up an idea before you lay it back down in defeat. You keep tapping the screen of your phone as you open up a tiny Notes app hoping at least a word will strike you.