After my positive review of Lucifer season 1, I feel obliged to also present my far less positive review of season. Season 2 manages to do just about everything wrong that season 1 did right.
So, spoiler warning: I’m going to break down season 2, revealing a lot about season 1 in the process. Note that I haven’t seen all of season 2 yet, but I’ve seen enough for a review. Also, it will take another month or so to soldier on through the last few episodes and my scathingness is now fresh.
I read a rant last week from somebody angry at impersonal or clearly incorrect rejection letters that are often sent in response to job applications. I’ve personally been at both sides of the table, so I’m going to weigh in on the matter.
Shakespeare famously wrote ‘to thine own self be true’ in Hamlet. This saying has been ripped from its original context and misapplied for centuries since. Let me add to that mess with regards to the concept of ‘originality’.
I read ‘the Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck‘ the past two weeks. I won’t be reviewing the book itself, rather I want to take a look at how this book applies to two important parts of my own life: being a writer and being a dad.