Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 1119

November is a terrible month. Its Finnish name, marraskuu, comes from an archaic word for its very nature. The word, a cognate of the Latin mors, is death. Everything is wet, cold, miserable. Golden leaves turn into brown mush, rain turns into humid air, which in turn turns into smog. November, not April, is the…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 1019

As I am writing this, as always, very procrastinated procrastinator’s log in the evening (or late afternoon, but since winter is coming they’re fundamentally the same dark thing), it’s only polite that I should greet you with a warm good ebening. I will readily admit that I find this little compilation hilarious, while at the same…

Procrastinator’s Log Stardate 0919

So I decided I’d start this entry with a bombshell and confess that, as opposed to basically all of my friends and acquaintances who give a toss about cinema, I didn’t like the new Tarantino. (I am however not alone, and as such I quite enjoyed this mildly incendiary little piece by Paul MacInnes.) Nor…

Procrastinator’s Log, Stardate 0819

I left for my unusually long (end of) summer holiday adamant that this would be, finally, ‘offline’ time. No more checking the latest insta snaps of friends with evidently better lives than mine, no more refreshing emails just in case, no more ending up on Bored Panda browsing cats with their heads stuck in tubes,…