For the first time in my life I completed a video game. As in roll the credits we are outta here. Don't snicker. It's true, I've never played a game where no matter how many times I died or how complicated things seem to get I couldn't get enough of it. Well played High Moon… Continue reading Enemy Mine
This is how I remember first meeting Boba Fett. He was mysterious, dangerous and didn't back down from one of the meanest villains in any genre. It was love at first sight. Then came the prequels. The utter horror and dismay on my part as one of my all time favorite characters was reduced to… Continue reading Kill Me Softly
So last time I was talking about why Deadpool is NOT a hero. No where does he fit the description of a typical action hero. So does this mean he's an anti-hero. Lets look at that definition. antihero an·ti·he·ro [an-tee-heer-oh] noun, plural an·ti·he·roes. a protagonist who lacks the attributes that make a heroic figure,as nobility of mind and spirit, a life or attitude marked by action or purpose, and the like. Encyclopedia Britannica Encyclopedia antihero a protagonist of a drama or narrative who is notably lacking in heroic qualities. This type of character has appeared in literature since the time of the Greek dramatists and can be found in the literary works of all nations. Examples include the title charactersof Miguel de Cervantes's Don Quixote (Part I, 1605; Part II, 1615) and Henry Fielding's Tom Jones (1749). Some examples of the modern, postwar antihero, as defined by the Angry Young Men,include Joe Lampton, in John Braine's Room at the Top (1957),and Arthur Seaton, in Alan Sillitoe's Saturday Night and Sunday Morning (1958).… Continue reading This Pool is a Little Crowded Part 2
So, by now most you understand my fandoms, n'est pas? Well, along with revisiting my Tron love, I happened to find a box of my old comics. (I'd boarded and bagged all of them prior to storage of course, I'm a true fangirl after all.) I still miss my Spawn comics. Cannot forget that #6… Continue reading This Pool is a Little Crowded
This past weekend I attended an anime convention in Tulsa called Tokyo in Tulsa. Official stats are not out yet, be I'm guessing there were at least 4000+ attendees over the three day weekend. For those of you not familiar with Japanese anime, I highly recommend you check it out. There is literally something for… Continue reading I’m Cosplaying a Responsible Adult
So, this past week I have rekindled an old flame . . .-er fandom. I don't know how many of you ever watched the original Tron (1982) but as a teen in the 90s I fell in love with the Grid and everything associated with it. Jeff Bridges, Bruce Boxleitner and Tron himself. I was stoked… Continue reading Lost Souls
Some times we forget we are not alone. We trudge along, never lifting our heads to look around. Slogging through our daily lives we miss opportunities and chances to meet new friends. I'm learning to look around and see all the others slogging right along with me. It's refreshing and enlightening. It also makes me… Continue reading
Just when you think you have had a hard life, you meet someone who truly has and discover that you still have much to learn.
The victim is preyed upon, unawares until the deed doth fall. The martyr marches on, head high, sword gleaming, until death wiellds it's heavy hand.
Driving to work the other day, I had the radio on. This is very normal as is my allowing scenes to flow through my head while listening to music. However what happened the other day took me by surprise. I know my novel is a bit dark with deep themes involving why we allow people to manipulate us into harming ourselves and motivations for such behavior, but watching my main character sacrifice himself brought me to tears. He is not an overtly sympathetic character but after living with him for so long, I love him like a child. He is a child. And to know that he will reach the point in his life where living is no longer an option troubles me greatly. I do not want him to die. Not by choice, not by violence, not by any means. I want his ending to be happy. Its not meant to be. I know that. I've always known that from the first instant he wandered into my psyche and took up residence. My only consolation is that his death is not without reason but I'm reluctant to continue writing because, as silly as it sounds, I don't want to lose him. Oh silly writer is silly, ne?