Ok so I wrote the following for Deathscribe 2011—which is, for those who came in late, a contest for live performances of original short – horror themed – radio plays. And since your friend and humble narrator was once again  rejected. Which is getting to be an annual event where this particular contest is concerned. So anyway, Until

Guys, I have a question and it’s not really an earth-shattering question but it’s been on my mind so here goes: It’s weird that We Are the Night (aka Wir Sind Die Nacht) is an anti feminist, anti lesbian, lesbian vampire film … isn’t it? I mean, it is odd, that a pair of screenwriters and a

Ever since being basically forced to sit through the otherwise utterly forgettable Tom Hanks vehicle  Larry Crowne (what, don’t judge … that said forced) I’ve kinda been wondering if Gugu Mbatha-Raw’s Talia was the black “manic pixie dream girl” the folks over at Racialicious have kind of sort of been searching for-asking about since mid

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Back when I first saw Neil Marshall’s Centurion something struck me as odd. Not bad odd you understand but odd as in off and or inexplicable odd. It wasn’t until months later when I found myself watching a representative slice of this film called Lesbian Vampire Killers that the odd thing in question began to

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It’s 10:15 on a Saturday night … ok no. Actually it’s 3:15, but 10:15 sounds better right? Anyway I’m on this whole song title post title kick and whatever so. And y’know what, I need you to put however sad that sounds behind you, because I’ve just read something that you might want to check

Ok so in a way that is wholly disconnected from any subconscious attempt to avoid penning the “Why My Twitter Avatar isn’t Red” post that’s been kicking around in my head for a week or so … Extreme insomnia + the other day’s musing over the effect a Buffy The Vampire Slayer successful T’Challa: The

Ok so for some reason in no way related to anything pilot episode like-ish your friend and humble narrator here at 2112 happens to be writing at the moment (no really, I swear) and owing to some to a depressing amount of fever induced down time … there’s been some re-watching of Buffy the Vampire

Ok so I wrote the following about two weeks ago as an entry for Deathscribe 2010—which is, for those who came in late, a contest for live performances of original short – horror themed – radio plays. Which a friend and I just happened to catch last Halloween at Chicago’s one and only Music Box