Where the Wild Things Are, the new Spike Jonze and Dave Eggers venture based on the classic 1963 children’s book by Maurice Sendak, who also gave his blessing to the project, had a lot of hype, hope, and hipsters to live up to. My friends, it is lovely. Simply lovely.

I think we can all agree that Vampire Diaries is no True Blood, but summer is over, and we must make do with what we can now that we know winter is around the corner. If you forgive the bad metaphor, if True Blood is a real suntan, then Vampire Diaries is our fake bake.

As the most excellent Season 2 of True Blood draws to a close, fans are left with one glaring, obvious truth that no one has yet to mention: Hoyt Fortenberry is the best boyfriend EVER.

Based on the popular YA series by L.J. Smith, The Vampire Diaries is the latest franchise of babes and bloodsuckers to ride off of the popularity of Twilight. Fortunately, this new show, which premiered on September 10 on The CW, owes a greater debt to Buffy than Bella.

Calling this album a soundtrack is a bit of a misnomer, as one would consider a “score” and a “soundtrack” to be two separate bodies of music used to tell the same story. For a story that is as musically centered as The Time Traveler’s Wife, the utter lack of rock (let alone punk) music was disturbing.

As a fan of The Time Traveler’s Wife, The Adventuress, and The Three Incestuous Sisters, I was expecting to read a chilling story, sublime in its terror and mounting dread, and moving in its tale of love, history, and time. Fortunately, Niffenegger does not disappoint with her newest release.

No matter how hard I try to maintain a cool air of pretention through obscure music tastes, or by going to hipster bars, or even by (gasp!) shopping at Urban Outfitters, it is all in vain. I can’t hide from the evidence. I am a geek. And I am not alone.