In my lifetime so far, there have been two celebrity deaths that hit me on such an inexplicably personal level of pain that I actually had to stop and cry: 1. Madeleine L'Engle (1919-2007): author of A Wrinkle in Time and so much more. Madeleine L'Engle made me want to write, to fly, to make… Continue reading I’ll Be Gone (for Chester, and all)
Epic thoughts revisited as we wait out the six weeks between Deadpool and Civil War.
Comic-Con International is coming up this week and I am irrationally, inordinately, ridiculously SUPER-pumped for it...especially for some one who's not even going. I don't know how it is that I've never been. Comic-Con is a shining beacon of and for nerdom around the world. Teeming masses of fans, friends, artists, cosplay exhibitionists, geeks, gamers,… Continue reading superpower of choice
I was a bookseller at Barnes & Noble when I first rejoined the work force, and it was a glorious time in my life. What better occupation for me than to be literally surrounded by the written word and movies, and sometimes even the written word about movies? Retail hours, sore feet, Black Friday...I genuinely… Continue reading hunger
Dear Academy, It pains me to say this, but there is a growing rift between us. I love movies, and I have been a staunch defender of you and your eccentric ways. I publicly support your broadcasts and your sometimes brilliant, sometimes barely tolerable efforts to draw in viewers via opulence and voyeurism. I have… Continue reading oscar open