5 Freak-out Films

Movies, books, TV shows… Even those which seem as nothing more than mindless entertainment, if positioned properly within a life-cycle, can leave an indelible mark. Maybe it is not the dictionary definition of experience (every language should have a word equivalent to vicarious, btw), but it is nonetheless something you’ve been through. As with any…

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Give Me My Binary Opposition

I’m really sick of being strong. Of enduring. Of keeping it real. Of gritting my teeth and pushing forward with a vengeance. I need a fucking break. Give me it. I need some leeway. I just need a minute or two where I can let go, be dependant, a pathetic, malleable jellybean. Of course I’m…

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A Year in Life

Some 15 years ago I had a big fight with my mother. I was in high school (yes, I am that old) and we were watching the latest episode of Gilmore Girls. This was before Netflix, before binge TV. This was in the world of Napster – when it took hours to download a single…

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A thank you note for my dad

Dear dad, happy birthday. Thank you for being the best dad ever. Thank you for always treating me like a person, never like a child. Thank you for always expecting more from me than anyone else. Thank you for being the sort of person who makes this world a better place. Thank you for your…

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Shape without form, shade without colour

I was considering writing something really profound and revealing. I’d reconsidered. I’m not very good at written honesty. It bugs the shit out of me. I wish I just could, you know, rip myself apart on a piece of paper or in a Word document. It’s an itch I cannot bring myself to scratch. I…

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Danger Will Robinson

The first thing Will Robinson does upon hearing these words? He reluctantly, but unmistakably walks towards Danger. Will does not want Danger, not really. He wants to be ensconced in the embrace of safety. Now I should write that I have often wondered what it was that pulls people towards danger, but I have not….

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Head

I’ve been spending a lot of time in my head recently. Just hanging out. Not really doing anything of import. I wish I’d realized it sooner, because if I had I would have done something about it. My head is not a very big place and developing claustrophobia is inevitable. But at the same time,…

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Discombobulated Evisceration

I just feel like typing. I have this urge to hear the sound the keyboard makes as I string words to make a coherent structure. I don’t need to write about something. I just have an urge to write something. It seems like a silly exercise, purposeless and a bit self-indulging, but I wonder how…

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I’ve Made a Boo-boo

I’ve screwed up. Like BIG time. I got this idea that it would be FUN to read Grey. I know! What a crazy, crazy idea. I should blame Leo DiCaprio. I’m quite sure I did not come up with this idiotic thing all by myself. And then, my sadistic reading buddy over at Anatomy of…

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The Wind

It always starts with the wind.  With the rustle of the leaves, the silent anger of Mother Nature. The noise seems to die off. Things become clearer, more focused, as the silence brought on by the howling encompasses the world. I have nothing. No characters, no plot. Just a strange sense of calm, before an…

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The Art of Not Giving a Damn

Some people want to attain nirvana (I guess). I want to attain not giving a damn. I give too much damn. I do. And what good does it bring me, this giving of damn. None. I’m constantly upset, I’m mostly pissed off. And all these damns that I give, give me nothing in return. People don’t…

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Great Equalizer

I love airports. Small ones, huge ones, decrepit ones. I love them all. I love everything about them. People always have a goal on airports, they are all going places and they know what they want. They want to catch that connecting flight, they want to find their luggage safe and sound when they land…

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