I watched The Matrix for the first time this February. I know -- I'm quite behind. However, I was never too interested in the movie, because I'd heard its premise already and knew about the various cultural tie-ins, like the red-pill blue-pill thing. And to be honest, I found it kind of cheesy, with the... Continue Reading →
The Returning King: Truth Behind the Type
I read Ivanhoe two summers ago as part of a binge through British literature – that is, literature written by actual Brits, and literature about the Brits written by others. My literature course for the school year took a plunge into the Kings of Britain and the legends of Arthur, so I thought it... Continue Reading →

