I did a review of John Cusack’s oh-so-pointless Edgar Allan Poe flick The Raven today. You can read it here if you like.
Got sent a bunch of things to review for Blogomatic the other day, so in lieu of having done interesting things I can talk about on here I’ve just been watching new and not-so-new movies that I’ll rant about later on.
An interesting surprise that came with the free DVDs and game (the Ratchet & Clank Trilogy, score!) was that the two YA novels I’m getting paid(!) to review come to about 1200 pages when put together.
And that’s to say nothing of the additional book I’m being sent. Did I mention I’m a slow reader?
It’s gonna be a long weekend. Sod it, it’s almost halfway over already.
I’m off to the pub to watch a friend drum himself into a frenzy and then convince him to quit one of the four jobs he’s currently working – with no real financial need – and despises.
GETTING PAID MUST BE SUCH A BLOODY CHORE. I HAVE TO, LIKE, TOTALLY READ A COUPLE OF BOOKS SO I CAN GET MONEY. WHY DOES NO-ONE UNDERSTAND MY LIFE IS JUST THE WORST?