So, they’re talking about remaking Princess Bride. I have some thoughts. One, more rhyming Fezzig. Two, bring back the spider and the blue door. Three…. The movie opens with a young girl, sick with a cold, laying on a couch, playing on her phone. Dad, played by Fred Savage, comes into living room holding a steaming bowl of chicken soup… Read more →
Category: Essays
Webcomic review : Love Not Found
Webcomic review time! Love not Found , https://lovenotfound.com/ I found this through an interesting advertisment on another comic I read last night, and suddenly two hours were gone and I was reading the most recent comic. PHEW! First, since some people care about it, the art is consistent, wonderful, and COLORFUL! colors are used very symbolically and thematically, are bold,… Read more →
The Decade Mark
Thump. Thump. Thump. Squeak. THUthump. The large round balloon that I have tied off to the handle of my grocery cart keeps thumping me in the side of the head. I turn a corner and it bounces twice. Memory flows. Part of my brain is imagining a pink dinosaur puppet with a pan. “NOT THE MOMMA!” A bigger part remembers… Read more →
Music Review: Open Beta
“Hey brother, a friend’s band is playing on your side of town that I want you to see tonight. You in?” This was the greeting I received after answering a call from one of my oldest friends, about two years ago. Sadly, I was already booked with family stuff that night. This was the first, but far from the… Read more →
The Angel Ensign on my Shoulder.
So, I’ve just received the second piece of art to be put permanently on my skin. Uncle Josh with Lost Dutchman Tattoo put it there. Wonderful artist, great guy, a delight to work with. Go buy his art, both on your skin, and on paper. Behold, Wesley Crusher. Let me explain (also, its 12 hours old. and a bad angle on my… Read more →
Tech Support Super Hero, or, How I saved a life while working phones
Back at the turn of the decade, I was working for a company that did outsourced tech support for Logitech. I helped out people with new gaming gear, got speakers installed and working, taught people about bluetooth, and helped lots of people with webcams. Well, mostly grandparents and cam girls. Lots of cam girls. Who often offered free credits to… Read more →
The creeping horror that infests my happy place
I must open with a confession. On this All Hallows Eve, I must spill a dark secret that will earn me enmity, derision, and scorn. I really really really HATE Nightmare Before Christmas. I didn’t always hate it, but I never liked it. It was… okay. The songs were generic, trying to be all gothy while still being sugary… Read more →
On Hamilton, and the meanings of “Father” and “Son”
“Son” “Don’t call me son.” I’m listening to Hamilton: An American Musical this morning while driving to work. I often skip Meet Him Inside. I get… emotional. I’ve read that Lin-Manuel Miranda has a good relationship with his father. He must know someone who doesn’t though, that he could channel. He has a view of those words, father, son,… Read more →