Archive for September, 2016|Monthly archive page

Aliens Who Touch My Blu-Rays Go BOOM!

Thursday, September 29th, 2016

I’m starting to wonder if I have a repressed mean streak. One of the ways I enjoy blowing off steam is playing the occasional video game, specifically any game in the Halo series or Star Trek: Legacy. All are basically about defending humans from alien civilizations intent on killing us and stealing our Blu-Rays, so, obviously, their evil plans must be thwarted. The problem, I find, is how I’m defending the human race.


Monday, September 26th, 2016

I have a good friend, Jeff Adkins—who I don’t get to see nearly often enough due to our schedules—who frequently reminds people that they are loved, myself included. He doesn’t say it because it’s a catchphrase. Instead, he says it as a reminder. Do we need to be reminded? Yeah, I think we do. Look at our lives and how much of our time is spent wading in the muck of advertisements and news stories about some very horrible things going on. It’s easy to drown in it all, and it’s easy to get depressed by it. But to remember there’s still good out there, that we’re loved? It takes a bit of practice.

Okay, Phantasm, Bring on the Ravager!

Thursday, September 22nd, 2016

I was very, very young when one of my great-grandfathers passed away. And what I call “very, very young” is maybe 7 years old. Maybe. I may have been younger. But I was just old enough to understand that there was a genre of film shown on television each Saturday afternoon that was meant to titillate and scare us. And I was just old enough at the funeral of my great-grandfather to scream bloody murder when a violent thunderstorm knocked the power out, leaving me standing in front of the coffin, bathed in nothing but candlelight, and thinking he was going to come back to life.

What You’ll Never See In A Haunted House/Demon/Demonic Possession Movie

Monday, September 19th, 2016

The LGBTQ community. That’s what you won’t see. Eddie Murphy had it right back when he recorded Comedian about never seeing black people in horror movies. If he’d filmed it these days, he’d have been more specific and said they were no heterosexual black people. Why? They’re too smart. White folks, on the other hand, aren’t too bright. At least in the horror genre. Gays and lesbians (white, black, Asian, or any other ethnicity) are like heterosexual black folks in that respect because we don’t get involved in that crap.

Looking Ahead To My Golden and Rust Years

Thursday, September 15th, 2016

I was wracking my brain for blog topics yesterday, and considered falling back on the ol’ bucket list post. Sadly, I ended up running for a bucket—or the bathroom—to purge my system of the remnants of the plague. It’s in the last stages and wasn’t going to give up without one last middle finger. My husband has always made fun of me because I have an uncanny ability to know when I’m going to throw up and need a bucket. He even called me “bucket boy” for years because it amused him. Amused him, not me. And, naturally, this got me wondering where the hell we’re going to be in forty years.

Memories of Dad and the Parent I’ll Never Be

Monday, September 12th, 2016

I spent the weekend very, very predictably; sitting on my ass, taking Dayquil and NyQuil, and creating a genetic duplicate of myself based on what I was blowing out of my nose. Seriously, I had to have lost half my body weight. I’m just not sure why my body bothered to produce it all back. It seems awfully unfair of it. I finally felt well enough on Saturday to watch a movie, something I hadn’t done in a week, while sorting through Blu-Rays to add or remove from the home library. It all ended up reminding me of Dad.

The Last Two Awkward Conversations

Friday, September 9th, 2016

So, I ended up with Con Crud. I’ve managed to avoid this lovely little condition for the past 5 or 6 years, which helped since I was taking care of dad. But this year? It turned into Con Crud 2: The Wrath of Crud. It was cruddy. It remains cruddy. But that’s what I get for walking around 70k people at the convention carrying every conceivable plague imaginable. Oh, and devils. Yes, there were supposedly devils in attendance at DragonCon this year. I know because the subject led to a very awkward conversation.

The First of Three Awkward Conversations

Monday, September 5th, 2016

This was my 11th year attending DragonCon in Atlanta, GA, and one might think that such trips would be run-of-the-mill by now. One would be wrong, and by a healthy longshot. In fact, I received a call Thursday morning that started an avalanche of awkward conversations. Those will just have to wait, though. The first, as you’ll see, was with a well-known celebrity who lost a bet with George Takei several years ago. And because of losing this bet, he’s been forced to bring me tea each morning during DragonCon. He’s never happy about it.

Removing The A$$hole From The Travel Equation

Thursday, September 1st, 2016

American Airlines released a new ad this week that has the media buzzing. Why? Well, it’s a unique ad because it puts some of the pressure back on us, as travelers, to make our experience a positive one. I kinda like that. We hear an awful lot of negative stories about TSA agents and airline staff, but, let’s be honest, how often have we looked at some of our fellow passengers and thought to ourselves—or muttered just loud enough for them to hear—“What an asshole!”?