Went to see Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters tonight with My Sweet Honey and the Queso Kid. I hadn’t really planned on watching this until it came out on video. Effects were fine, the acting was passable, but it just didn’t really connect with me.

Don’t get me wrong, I liked the books. In fact, I liked the books a lot. That may be part of why it didn’t really click with me. But there were also a couple of moments where I felt like someone – and I couldn’t really put my finger on who – cheated a little bit. And… I think they created a lot of problems for themselves if they plan on making any sequels (which shouldn’t be too much of a surprise, as this was book 2 in a series of 5.

Cheated. What do I mean by that? Well…



With Maybe Some Pacific Rim Spoilers Past the Jump

Earlier today, on my tumblr site, I posted a link to a talk given by Meghan Cox Gurdon, given at Hillsdale college earlier this year. In it, she talks about the need for “Good Taste in Children’s Books.” I guess a couple of years ago, she got into a bit of a scrum online when she lamented the state of children’s literature – particularly how dark YA was getting.

And it has me thinking a little bit today about authors and what it is that we’re doing, and a little about parents and what it is that we’re doing, and how to best raise kids.

Brain Fries With a Side of the Bard

After a long day of technical word-herding I find myself sitting down again for a swipe at blogging.

But there’s a good chance that it’s not going to get posted in time, because as I’m writing this, my website appears to be down with a 502 error. Ang mga problema ko!

Ah well.

The writing I was doing basically consists of taking the various rules of civil and criminal procedure for both the Federal and State courts and creating lists of deadlines for when things have to be submitted, how much time is allowed to respond to this or that, a general idea of how soon a court will respond to one thing or another, etc., etc., etc.