On the way home from school, Indy asked about King Henry, and I said there had been several of them, from about 1200 to about 1550 (I was wrong, they started in 1100, but close enough). I said Henry VIII was the last one, and that after him his son Edward had been king, and then his daughter Mary had been queen, and then finally his daughter Elizabeth had been queen for a long time, and she’d never married or had any children. Why not, queried my child, and I…
I didn’t really find the Oscars all that comedic (save for the dynamic duo Tiffany Haddish and Maya Rudolph, who should absolutely 100% host the Oscars next year, and possibly every other award show ever), but the home events around the Oscars were sort of comedy-of-errors-ish. Anyway, so I haven’t watched the Oscars since I came to Ireland, because the state station only carries an abbreviated version, the night after, and what’s even the point. But I really, really wanted to see Keala Settle perform “This Is Me” in this…
February has not been quite as busy as January, because January was shockingly busy, but I have also not slept enough in February, either, which is definitely one thing I did the same as January. Still, I got quite a lot done: – finished dissecting a book to see how it worked. it was really interesting and the post about that will be up soon at my Patreon – wrote a fairly intensive 40 page grant proposal – did about 15K on the new book – read a couple of…
Yeah, so this is a low-blogging month, partly because I didn’t want to review Black Panther the day I saw it because I got to see it earlier than Americans and spoilers, sweetie!, and partly because we’ve fallen behind in Marvel movie watching, and partly because I’ve been working a lot, or alternately, because I haven’t been working much at all. It’s hard to tell. Anyway, mid-term break was the second half of last week and the only thing that kept me writing at all was doing this #100DaysOfWriting thing…
Recent Reads: She-Wolves: the Notorious Queens of England was a Christmas gift, and I’m making an effort to get through my stacks of non-fiction this year (oh, god, I haven’t updated my TBR page for 2018 yet…), so I dug right in. It’s what it sounds like: a history of England’s most notorious queens, and it reads, I’m afraid, like someone’s dissertation. There’s a great deal of “this is what I’m going to say” “here’s me saying what I’m going to say” “now that I’ve said it, let me summarize…