I’m into stuff. Also, junk. Occasionally, things. Oftentimes, occasions. I also dig people, places, things. Oh, I said things? Well, these are these other kind of things. Here are the kind of things I dug this week.
Booky book –
The Giant’s House by Elizabeth McCracken
Oh man. This book was so good. There was sobbing, there was wrenching of the cardiac muscle, there was swooning. It’s the story of a boy who doesn’t stop growing and the people who love him.
I am not a girl who enjoys the romance. It sets my teeth on edge, bores me and gives me hives. I recently read a great book about a woman recovering from prolonged, brutal attacks and the thing that made me squirm was the beautiful love she shared with her husband.
This book is definitely a love story. But it’s not a romance. Nothing heaves or quivers, but I was completely moved, swept up, wrecked.
Not Too Deep with Grace Helbig – Episode 34 Grace and Mitchell’s Rants: Podcast Edition
Holy cats, do I love little Miss Fabulously Awkward. She is srsly totes hilar and she apparently is a full on rage on the You Tubes with the baby Milennials. She is also kind, inclusive, unawkward and v hard-working and chill.
Add Mitchell Davis to Grace and motherfucking podcast gold ensues. Give it a listen. It makes me not want to kill myself. (Highest praise)
Yeah, I’m a big ole comic reading nerd. But even non-comic reading, non-nerds watch superhero flicks now. This one was a barrel and a half of fun.
First of all, Paul Rudd. There isn’t a human alive that could resist the charms of this individual. He’s clever and fearless and he will probably make fun of your dead dad. The. Best.
The movie rollicks, rolls and delivers big in the humor department. I could nitpick a bit about Wasp, but I won’t. I try to enjoy these movies separate from the comics. And this one was enjoyed muy mucho by me.
Comic book –
Nimona by Noelle Stevenson
This began as a webcomic and now can be held in the palm of your hand in the form of a book, a graphic novel if you’re nasty. Or nice. It’s really just a graphic novel without any qualifications.
The art is fun and energetic and juicy in the way that a big fat ass is juicy. Dat ass. The story springs and bounds and cavorts. The title character is a girl-shaped rocket, a celebration of feminism and forging your own path. A thoroughly satisfying journey to witness.
No, I have not gone Sporty Spice on you. I have only the vaguest idea as to what lacrosse entails. But I am old as shit and I have the aches and pains to prove it.
I have tried many kinds of self-massage products. (Insert sly snark re vibrators and dildoes here). My chiro sells these little balls for $5. Your body weight controls the pressure. I put mine between my shoulder muscle and the wall to ease muscle tension.
These little guys really get in deep for intense satisfaction. Ooh yeah. I love it when the knots in my back and neck release and I can walk upright like a true home sapien. There is no ecstasy quite like the absence of pain. Buy yours today.
What cool shit is on your list this week?