I am horrible at reviewing work. I can’t do it. I can’t pick something apart and try and lay out its flaws, because honestly that is what apparently reviewing is supposed to be about. When I review something I want to do so because I loved that piece of media so much I want to climb a tall house and scream from the roof about how it watered my plants, groomed my dog, and healed my stubbed toe.
So, from now on, Taff Reviews is called Taff Screams and no one’s going to stop me.
‘Cause I am not here to analyse someone’s work while donning a thinking cap or some such thing. I just want to declare my appreciation for their dedication, creativity, and general brilliance.