
why do women wear sexy cosplay costumes, anyway?
Um, why are you asking me? I’m not a cosplayer. You should be asking cosplayers. But since you insist, I’ll make a few guesses…

Um, why are you asking me? I’m not a cosplayer. You should be asking cosplayers. But since you insist, I’ll make a few guesses…
I’ll be on a few panels, and may organize an informal meetup for readers, if some of you will be in attendance.

One of my housemates just pointed out to me that there are wild blackberries growing in our garden.

Volunteers at the Tower of London “planting” red ceramic poppies for the installation “Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red.”

I can’t believe no one has done this already.

The menace from the Continent has crossed the Channel.

Appealing performances, a few tweaks to genre clichés, and a sincere desire to counter outrageous racism go a long way toward making this worth a look.

Delightfully bonkers stop-motion vacuumpunk madness comes to an abrupt halt in this mysteriously truncated version of Michel Gondry’s latest romantic whimsy.

I’m sure there is a cool meteorological word for a blob of rainbow all by its lonesome up in the sky, but I don’t know what it is.

This dreary, drippy period romance is sorely lacking in juicy melodrama and some sizzle among supposed stifled lovebirds.