With elections approaching, I’m reminded of Kerri Strug, the itsy-bitsy US gymnast who won hearts when she cracked her ankle, yet managed to smile though it.
Mr. Dickens’ Workshop is great. The kids learn all about the Industrial Revolution while having a chance of being pulled into the rusty, blood-spattered mills.
Glance at the sleeve art once or twice, take large chunks out of the press release, and intersperse it with random phrases from your little sister’s diary.
Gen X’ers and Gen Y’ers should quit believing all that stuff about how great it was back then, and start enjoying life, because things are a lot better now.
This issue finally has that INTERACTIVE thing. Sure, not every band reviewed has one of them neato extension numbers after them, it’s a work in progress…
It had always been at the back of my mind that I could be the only person who existed. It was just a matter of cracking through the clearness to realize it.