It has been a rough couple of months. About two years ago, my Dad past away and just recently, my mom past away. And after losing both of your parents, well, it’s not something that you just bounce back from. It’s particularly difficult to accept when I think that they were only in their 50s.

I haven’t written anything for quite a while, blog or otherwise.

Why divulge the personal info? Well, what are blogs for? Conveniently enough, I happen to be reading a few books that seem to help. The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg. Quiet: The Power of Introverts by Susan Cain and The Complete ACOA Sourcebook. It’s given me a better handle on who I am and how I react to different situations. I highly recommend the first two, as they seem to apply to a wide variety of people.

I’m also taking a few psychology classes next term to shed light on my situation. Because if I can afford counseling, then I should be able to kick down the extra money to learn about it firsthand.

Anyway, this blog has steered far from its original intent. I’ll try to get it back on track. More about the writing, the books, the movies. I’ll probably rework it, change it a little bit, but I guess I just want to keep it going. No matter what I’m writing about, at least I’m writing.

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New York Comic-Con/Pontypool

New York Comic-Con is over. It was a blast. Exhausting, probably the most exhausting show that I’ve been to, but still rewarding. Seven days in New York. I did a lot of the touristy stuff. Empire State Building (picture from the top to the left). Statue of Liberty. Central Park. I also did a lot of things just for me. I went to the Comedy Cellar where famous comedians try out the new stuff. I went to FAO Schwartz and remembered what it was like to be a kid, even if only for a couple hours. And I walked around the city, by myself, with my headphones on and the music cranked. Again, it was a good trip. There were no good byes from the Oni folk, mostly because I’ll still be working there.

And now that it’s over, I can focus on a few things. School. Writing. Movies. Feels like I haven’t watched anything in a good long while. So, last night, I watched Pontypool. You know how you order a nonfat Caramel Latte, and add a ton of whip cream? That’s kinda what watching Pontypool was like. It was good, it just didn’t make a whole lot of sense.


Here’s the rundown: A big city radio DJ, Grant Mazzy, is new in town and he’s ready to put his name out there. He tries to stir the city up, piss them off, get them calling in. The cops in this town are drunks, etc, etc. His producer, Sydney Briar, tells him to reel it in. It’s a small town. People are proud and easily offended. They want to hear if the school buses will be on time or if the winter storm will last much longer. Mazzy tries to tone it down, until someone calls in with the story of a lifetime. A riot has broken out at Dr. Mendez’s office. Hundreds of people are turning cannibalistic, mumbling incoherent nonsense as they tear each other apart.

Here’s where the movie got me: Everything is being relayed to us by the smooth, chocolately voice of Grant Mazzy. It’s like listening to one of those old horror radio shows. It proves that your own imagination is much more powerful than anything you could see on TV. People are calling in with their eye witness reports. Little Jimmy was spotted running through town square, his hands nothing more than bloody stumps. The Smiths were seen being devoured inside their own car by Grandma Joe and the high school quarterback.

It was good stuff. I had to turn on the lights. Then I had to turn off the lights because I didn’t want anyone seeing them from the street corner.

I wished that the movie continued this way, but they had to explain it, wrap it up. It gets weird. Basically, people are being infected by the english language. Certain words trigger the crazy to end all crazies. Words like Sample, Death, Honey. Mazzy and Sydney start talking in French to avoid being infected, but they know that that’s a temporary solution at best. They need a cure. When Sydney is infected by the word Kill, Mazzy has to think fast. He tries to reverse the affects. Kill is Kiss. Kill is Kiss. Kill is Kiss, he repeats. It works. She no longer associates the word with it’s true meaning. She’s recovered.

With one last radio show, they try to relay their universal cure, but when they start shouting out Kill is Kiss, and Sample is Simple, and Death is Life, or whatever it is that they say, they are thought to be lost with the rest of the infected.

The loud speaker starts up: 10, 9, 8, 7…

And a countdown in a horror movie never ends in a good way.

Watch it, if only to experience that good kind of crazy.

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The Times They Are A-Changin’

Yes, it has been a while. No, I don’t really have a good excuse and yes, I’m going to make up one anyway. I told you that I work at Oni Press, the comic book publishing company. About four months ago, I was promoted to Marketing Coordinator which was truly fantastic. I sent thousands of emails, I went to conventions, I saw the inner workings of a publishing company and I saw some of my heroes (Nathan Fillion, Lou Ferrigno, Elijah Wood). Okay, not exactly my heroes, but still pretty cool. All and all, a busy couple of months. I’ve killed a few books that I’ve been meaning to finish, but I have not written anything. Not a word. Not even a letter. Unless you count the emails, which I don’t. The problem was, I found the job incredibly distracting. It was a good type of distracting. The type of distracting where you read comics, you talk about comics, you read about people who talk about comics that you’ve read and talked about. You get the idea.

I also watched a lot of Fringe.

Time flew by, especially with my weekends spoken for. New York Comic Con is coming up in a couple weeks. It is officially the last convention I’ll spend as a full time employee at Oni Press. About a month ago, an opportunity arose where I could pursue a Master’s in Psychology, much of which is paid for. As great as the job is, free school is better. I’ll still help out at conventions, when and if they need it. I’ll also be helping out another fellow ex-Oni Press employee, when and if he needs it.

I don’t really have a point to this blog post. I think the point is that things are changing. Maybe I’ll have more time. Maybe I’ll make time. I’m excited for the changes and I hope they lead to a finished… something, anything. In the meantime, I just wanted to let you know…

I’m still here.

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sserP inO: A Code That Will Never Be Cracked

Sheepish hi,

In an ideal world, I would have written posts for the last few months while the crazy was happening. In the real world, I didn’t. And the crazy was all pretty good. I got a job offer at (crack code). I took it. You are now reading the blog post of the Inventory and Logistics Coordinator at (crack code). Pretty impressive, right? They made the title up on the spot. The actual title should be something like Packer of Boxes and Counter of Items. The job is sincerely great. I’m also currently taking over as the Con Director.

For those of you who didn’t figure out the code yet, I work at Oni Press, an awesome comic book publishing company that publishes equally awesome comics.

Just got back from the Emerald City Comic Con in Seattle. Favorite part of the trip? Being told that Adam Baldwin was standing next to Christopher Judge at the bar where I was obliviously ordering a coke. I feel like I should have had a joke worked out for that one. “So, Teal’c and Jayne walk into a bar…”

I’m excited about the job. I think it’s a great opportunity and I’m lucky to have it. And it fits right in there with my nerd world of movies, books and video games.

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