The Great Casting Challenge Part I
It seems this Ben Affleck casting caused quite a stir. As the news was dropped and the debris laid to rest, fans were up in arms over their fallen hero, Christian Bale. The thing is the Batman recasting would’ve had to happen eventually. Just as all comic book movie stars will have to be recasted eventually. So to avoid another commotion we’re here to help. We want to help plan ahead for these comic book franchises, both new and...
Retrospective Review: Shame
Yes this movie came out yeeeeeaaaaars ago. In the old days. 2011. I am a late-bloomer. I tried to get this posted on numerous sites in fact…but to no avail. I kind of like to see Rookerville as the America of blogs. Some of us are the beautiful people. And some of us are me. “Your favorite movie is… The Ten Commandments?” For you poor culture virgins out there, who still didn’t see this movie, this is...
Nah, It Ain’t Gay
Inspired by a friend’s obsession with this. I had a huge scholarly intro, but I just wanna cut to the chase. What’s with straight dudes playing gay with their friends? Like, okay, I get it I guess in 1998 it was funny to pretend to be gay with your boys. Maybe you played a game of gay chicken. Maybe you tied the bottom of your shirts into makeshift tanks and did your best impression of a male hair dresser. Maybe you lisp the lyrics to...
On SF/Fantasy: Inspiration from Inquiry
I’m interested in telling human stories. I began writing SF/Fantasy out of curiosity I had about my favorite heroes and stories. How do members of the Fantastic Four poop? How does Superman have sex? What was college like for Batman? How does Silver Surfer deal with his total loss of mortality? Does Wolverine butter his bread with his claws because using anything else would be redundant? These were just some of the questions that I...
What the fuck time? Slow down
A year ago at this time, I’d be skipping class, drinking shitty vodka, laying on the quad, texting my parents for money. I’d be wearing shades, canvas slippers, man shorts and a sleeveless shirt with the holes ripped extra wide from armpits to my waste. I’d actually be seen by people like this. Perhaps I’d be feigning some alien brand of confidence by lifting girls up from their walks to class and relocating them in...
Burdens (A Short Story)
Are you nothing but beginnings and ends with nothing in between? The worst parts of you are like shit clogging a toilet. You’re tired of telling this story over and over again. Every time you tell it, you feel the worst parts of yourself resurface. You begin to tell the story just like you always do. You start at the end when you told her to leave. Leave. Just leave. You tell the story: remembering, hating, wanting, and...