As of today, I’ve finished watching the Gilmore Girls. It hurt me more than anticipated. That last scene from Lorelai and Rory peacefully chatting, drinking what would be their final cup of joe together at Luke’s diner, early in the morning, as seen from the building’s window frame? It severed my cold-hearted cover, leaving me weeping and moaning with feelings. Can you believe it?
About half a year ago, I took advantage of a sale to buy some classical books I’d been long longing for. Amongst others, there were Horace’s Ars Poetica and Lucretius’ De Rerum Natura. That may or may not be the reason why most of the Fortune Cookie sections on this blog are filled with Latin.
When I noticed The Mirror Has Two Faces had become available on a streaming platform, my watch list promptly got longer. It’s a nineties rom-com with brightly lit photography, the female protagonist is played by Barbra Streisand, who has made some great music. What’s not to like?
Since I spent the weekend revisiting some of the 2000s culture, and with the recent release of The Umbrella Academy fourth and final season, I started Monday eager for some My Chemical Romance. More specifically, for their glorious farewell, Danger Days. Its singer, Gerard Way, wrote the comics whose Netflix series is based upon.
On Friday, a friend told me about a film script he’d written eight years ago. He wanted me to give it a look, so that we could discuss its narrative development. When I saw it was 150-page long, I thought it would take me way longer than an afternoon to finish it. Boy, was I wrong. I read it all on a whim, despite my literary hungover of late.
