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Winning The Struggle Over Dealing With Alzheimer’s

Thursday, June 30th, 2011

Ever have internal conversations in your head that you don’t even realize you’re having?  My guy did a double take a couple of years ago because I asked him a question, then answered for him, then retorted to the response he didn’t say and quipped right back burning my own ass in typical Pookie-fashion.  The scary part is that he admitted it was entirely accurate, but still scary nonetheless.  I like to think it’s what makes me a decent writer.  The honest to God scary part is when I realized I was having these conversations whenever I was driving to pick up my father.

Intergalactic Asian American Seeks Promotion: A Candid Conversation with Garrett Wang (Part 2)

Wednesday, June 29th, 2011

One thing I’ll mention before getting to the meat of this post is that in discussion with Garrett since 2004, he’s been toying with the idea of writing a book about his experiences on Voyager.  Nobody else from the cast has done that yet and with renewed interest in Trek following the reboot, he’s got a built-in audience.  So, if you happen to run into him at a convention, let him know you’re interested.

Click here if you haven’t read Part 1.

Now, onto Part 2 of the interview!

Intergalactic Asian American Seeks Promotion: A Candid Conversation with Garrett Wang (Part 1)

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

I was watching a DVD release of Star Trek: Voyager with a friend of mine back in 2004 and, at some point, I looked over at her and said “I should interview Garrett Wang.” You see, I was writing for an online magazine at the time called Modamag doing film reviews, music reviews and the occasional interview.  Anyway, my friend looked over at me and casually dropped a “There’s no way you could interview him.”

I hate that.

I really hate that.

This Blog Has Been (Censored) For Your Amusement

Monday, June 27th, 2011

This weekend with my father might have been the best one in the last year and a half.  I think I’ve finally found a happy medium with how I want things to be versus how they really are–or reality–and there was almost a Zen-like feeling during our time together.  His behavior didn’t change; mine did.  Then, of course, I started thinking back to times in the last decade and a half when I should have been a bit more patient…and wasn’t.  My poor, poor partner.  It’s amazing he ever wanted to date me since one incident occurred before we ever made our interest in each other known.

Classic Blog Post: White Hair, The Sushi Nazi & A Heavy Metal Birthday

Saturday, June 25th, 2011

Original Publication Date: 7/09/07

I remember thinking it was the end of the world when I turned 24.  After all, 24 was OLD.  What did I have to look forward to?  High school was thankfully over, college was finished and I’d been at my post-college job for a year with a lifetime to look forward to.  It was the beginning of the end.  The sky was falling.  Overpriced Laser Discs were the shit.  Republicans could one day wind up retaking the White House.  There were rumors of a Hudson Hawk sequel.  You get the point.  It all had the potential to be anarchy!

Opening Up A Can Of Stupid

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011

What the hell is up with people these days?  You want to talk about folks doing some absolutely stupid things, I’ve got four that take the cake!  It’s not like the good old days when communication was slow and slanted.  Heck, I remember that time.  We had TV, radio and newspapers.  Okay, and TIME Magazine and Readers Digest.  But these days?  Now we’ve got social media outlets and that’s opened up a whole new door of stupid.

Geminis Are The Hottest In Bed And I’m A Gemini!

Monday, June 20th, 2011

It was 1977 when my birthday fell on Fathers Day and my parents informed me–as a joke–that I couldn’t celebrate my birthday that year because I wasn’t a father.  Ultimately, the joke was on them.  At the time, however, I was furious.  It was unfair.  And I couldn’t find it written down anywhere that this was actually the rule.  I also think that any grief I gave my parents over the years, and there really wasn’t much, was justly deserved.  One thing a few folks kept wishing me yesterday was a good year ahead, so it got me thinking what I know and what I hope is ahead of me this year.  Ready?

Classic Blog Post: Werewolf Movies Give Me Wood…Is That Wrong?

Saturday, June 18th, 2011

Original Publication Date: 7/01/07

Horror movies are fun!  I grew up watching Creature Feature, Sir Graves Ghastly and just about anything else on TV that had a horror element to it, like the acting in Buck Rogers.  But werewolf movies?  Kind of a favorite even way back when.  I think it was that whole puberty thing because I’m so not into Bears.  Hair sprouting out of the skin while growing fangs = Cool!  Hair sprouting out of some sweaty, moley, overweight guy’s shirt = Ew!  And it needs to be said twice; EW EW!

Confessions Of A Not-So-Teenage-Writer

Thursday, June 16th, 2011

I had the distinction of turning 40 last year around this time and I’ve been doing some reflecting back on it.  Picture it, Sicily, 1970…  Sorry, wrong series.  That and I’m half German, so, you know, huuuuuuuuuuge schnitzel!  Anyway, I was–a year ago–waiting for Gaylias: Operation Thunderspell to be released, busy planning the book launch and stressing over it, dealing with a major issue stemming from Pookie’s Grandmonster, dealing with my job ending, learning about Alzheimer’s and…  Let’s face it.  It was a low point and I’d started to believe that people weren’t capable of surprising me anymore.  The truth is that I no longer knew if I had it in me to surprise anyone.

I May Be Fragile, But My Friend From San Diego Will Roger You Senseless!

Monday, June 13th, 2011

A friend from San Diego flew in a week and a half ago to attend our Pride Fest and he stayed with me for a couple of days.  Wonderful guest, too!  Then again, I’ll say that about anybody who likes what I make for breakfast; Banana Split pancakes.  But the stories he tells…  That man should be writing m4m novels, let me tell you.  Or, rather, he ought to be telling you.  I get claustrophobic shorts just thinking about it!  (Kidding, Eric.  Love you platonically.  Mean it.)