I know this is meant to be spooky season, but you know what I’d like to talk about? Love.
Read the rest of this entry »Hello, fellow Jericheads (I’m workshopping our fandom name, bear with me). Sorry for the delay between recaps – I’ve been moving house and painting my eyebrows purple and writing Halloween article upon Halloween article for No But Listen.
Read the rest of this entry »Well, hey, there! Sorry for the radio silence over here at the Guignol; if you happen to follow me on social media, you may already know the reason, which is that I bought a house (!) and had to spend a lot of time pretending to be a real, functioning human adult instead of a Fall Out Boy fan with the hair and common sense to match. Oh, and, like, building furniture and stuff. You know how it is. Things will be a little slower over here for the next few weeks, probably, as I’m still painting and generally getting stuff set up, but spooky season is upon us and you know that I will not be passing up the chance to indulge myself.
Read the rest of this entry »When it comes to true crime, there’s something we have to admit upfront: it’s pretty fucked-up that we find it so entertaining.
Read the rest of this entry »So, in a move that seems very anti-Jericho, let’s talk a little about love.
Read the rest of this entry »Thank you so much for bearing with me during this short break – things have been enormously and unexpectedly busy the last couple of weeks, and, much as I love the chance to talk to you lovely people about this lovely show, I have mostly been lying face-down in piles of pillows and eating crisps by the multipack.
Remember when I said that I wasn’t going to talk much about my eating disorder recovery? What a gag. We’re back, bitches, and I want to talk to you recovery.
You know, I wasn’t sure how well this show was going to stand up.
The Cutprice Guignol 