Thursday, August 27, 2009

Anagnorisis

It's today's word. It's a moment in a play or other work when a character makes a critical discovery, according to Wikipedia.

Chew on that for a while, and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

I apologize for the absence, but things have been hectic. Updates to follow, and a new story as well.

Peace.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Never the Twain

Going here tonight:

(Read the story.)
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Had this run-in with a U.S. Congressman this week (listen for me to set him straight): (EDIT: Tried embedding the video but failed. Follow this link instead.)


Chew on that, Blue Dog.
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Bought these at a yard sale last week:











Plus a few others I just don't have time right now to locate and will tell you about later. Note: Hardbacks were $1, paperbacks were 50 cents, DVD box sets were $5. All in like-new condition. Thankyou, my yard sale addicted wife.

Monday, August 10, 2009

John Hughes, R.I.P.

I wrote about John Hughes for my Sunday "Undercurrents" column. You can read it here.

But far more moving is this blog about Hughes and the pen-pal relationship he had with a girl throughout her teen years. Read it.

Peace.

EDIT: Also, you should check out this remarkable piece of artwork by one of my favorite comic artists. It's the Teen Titans in the iconic pose from the "Breakfast Club" soundtrack album cover, complete with a "final essay" addressed to Batman that echoes the voice over at the end of the film. Check it out.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Strangeness

So the last story didn't quite fit the surreal image I had in my head. It came close, though.

And today, I'm just feeling strange. Off-kilter. Maybe I'm coming down with the bug my kids have had. Maybe I'm just moody. Whatever.

Recently acquired a copy of Wolverine: Origin from the 23rd Street Goodwill store; cover is worn, but the inner bits are in good condition. I'm about two chapters (i.e., issues) into the tale, and so far only the artwork is blowing me away.

Just watched Taken, the movie with Liam Neeson as a father with a "particular set of skills." Written by Luc "The Fifth Element" Bisson. I have no fingernails left, so, yeah, awesome suspense and action. Highly recommended.

Also loaded several more photos for my family album. And yes, Brady, it wasn't just DC heroes: For me, it was always about Batman:


See you tomorrow, same Bat-time, same Bat-channel.

Peace.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Drive in Saturday

The zombies were restless. I should have seen it coming.

The cowboys had barely cleared the screen, and a steer lingered among the credits. The randy teens from Camp Crystal Lake were laughing in the wings, chugging beer and smoking pot, practicing their fart jokes and flashing the guy in the hockey mask. They really shouldn’t do that, but you can’t tell teenagers anything. One of them shouted, and the steer moved off, stage right.

Anyway, the sci-fi cop guys were on next. Car crashes and explosions. Rotoscoped laser beams and chest-bursting alien puppets. That part made the zombies moan and point. I checked my list and called for the next reel.

Popcorn danced by, twirled with a long-legged soda and box of Sugar Babies. Zombies gagged. A teen in a smoke haze led the whole band of miscreants to the concession stand for munchies.

Screams grabbed my attention away from the screen. One of the zombies was jaw-deep in the hairline of one of the teenagers. Hockeymask Guy was chopping and chopping the braineater, but he aimed too low. Body shots wouldn’t stop it. A shot rang out, and the zee’s head popped open, and I looked around again. The lantern-jawed lead sci-fi cop blew the smoking end of his gun barrel.

Horns honked. The screen was white. The next reel hadn’t loaded. There were shouts from the audience. Doors opening and closing. That was all the temptation the zombies needed. I ran for the projection shed as they stumbled into the parking area.

Inside the shed, one of the girls from Camp Crystal Lake was having monkey sex with a cowboy; their antics had switched off the projector. I hit them with my clipboard until they ran out the door. The cowboy gave up trying to pull his chaps back on and drew his sixguns and started firing into the zombies.

I got the reel moving. Night of the Living Dead. The zombies turned away from the audience parking area and shuffled toward the screen. Some of the former audience joined them, dragging their feet, blood on their t-shirts.

I lined up the next reel, got the teens back to the wings. Checked the cars and restrooms for stragglers. My manager winked a flashlight at me and I headed over to the concession stand. He handed me a large Coke.

“Don’t you just hate these all-night festivals?” he said.

I shrugged. “Nah, at least it isn’t raining.”

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(c) 2009 by Tony Simmons
"366 Days" continues