If you’ve been living under a rock for half your life, you are probably an invertebrate. Also, you might not know about The big bang…
CIPC #106: Ao no ekusoshisuto, Chapter 15
Today I’m absolutely in terra incognita, but sooner or later it had to happen. In this day and age, one cannot be a critic of…
CIPC #105: The bone collector
The bone collector. With a title like that, who can blame me that I was expecting a thrilling tale of ruthless rivalry, fierce competition, and…
CIPC #104: The Strokes, You only live once
This is perhaps the hardest one I have ever talked about. But it’s not my fault! No, the culprit is Julian Casablancas,1 or whoever came…
CIPC #103: Bertina Henrichs, Die Schachspielerin
The long-time readers of this blog might remember how, quite a while ago, I made a few blog posts about my impressions while watching movies…
CIPC #102: Grand master rabbit
I’m not really sure were this cartoon comes from. It can easily be found on YouTube or Dailymotion, but none of the about five bazillion…
CIPC #101: Boyz II Men, Motownphilly
In the beginning of the nineties, things were changing fast in the popular music scene. Hair metal and soft rock were going out of style…
CIPC extra: The best and worst of 2018
Another year, another fiftyish posts, another sample set of qualities of blog posts, approximately normally distributed around a far too low mean. Since it is…
CIPC #100: Vacanze di natale ’91
As the number of blog posts you’ve written increases, the speed at which you encounter nice, round numbers unfortunately decreases, so you have to savour…
CIPC #99: The supersizers eat… the fifties
I have a rare psychological condition were I have an immediate antipathy against almost anything with punctuation in the title.1 Some things – like periods,…