Chappie
I was driving 90 in a 35 in my brand new Fiat 500L when my mind started to wander. Whatever happened to Niell Blomkamp, I thought. So after crashing my Serbian-made piece of shit into the side of a Cracker Barrel, I crawled home with a lacerated artery and put on my copy of Chappie…
Mer Rouge (Part 19)
The priest stomped back into the shed with his head a-buzzin. He couldn’t help but gnaw on his fingers as he tried to figure what the police knew. While lost in the fog of his own mind, Oren initially paid him little attention. But as panic mounted, the priest’s belly rumbled. First he ransacked the…
Mer Rouge (Part 18)
The priest waddled nonchalantly across the unkempt yard. His eyes ogled the dilapidated church. When DuPont saw him, he stepped out of the cruiser and rested his hands on top of the opened door. He watched the priest. The West Carroll sheriff had presumed that this man of God noticed his squad car roll up.…
Move over citizen Kane
Why do we watch movies? I don’t have an answer here, I’m genuinely asking why do we watch movies? Is it to think? Feel? Be entertained? Be turned on? To mindlessly pass the time? I really wanna know. I’m asking because I’ve come across a startling problem. Well, it’s not so much of a problem…
Mer Rouge (Part 17)
Oren was drenched in his own sweat while stowed away in a hotass shed behind Saint JohnChrysostom Greek Orthodox Church near Oak Grove. His brain was pounding. He stepped outside to heave and he found a puddle of petrified and fly infested vomit resting in the ankle high grass. He reckoned that it must have…
Mer Rouge (Part 16)
For Chuck Norris Hutch couldn’t help but gape at the Judge’s long and gnarly fingers as they danced across the ancient church organ. He couldn’t see his face. From behind, stringy white hairs dangled from beneath a black felt pork pie hat and what little skin showed was as white as a fantail pigeon. He…
And moreover again…
The NFL team in Nashville is having an identity crisis. This problem should be enough to keep us all awake at night. Thankfully I have a very simple solution. As you are aware by now, I have advocated for restoration of the Oilers name. I don’t do so because I prefer the old name, but…
The Friedkin Connection
So I often wonder: if you put the three titans of American 70s auteur cinema – William Friedkin, Paul Schrader, and Michael Cimino – in a room with a loaded gun and a gram of coke, who would come out alive? Personally, my money is on Billy Friedkin. I am only more convinced of this…
Mer Rouge (Part 15)
Hutch and the deputy stepped across the red brick threshold and onto the well manicured terracotta floor. The interior was a Spanish design which conflicted with the eclectic modern exterior, but at least the foyer provided much needed shade from the rising temperatures outside. The butler immediately stopped them. “Please remove your shoes.” The deputy…
Judgement Day
As the internet is well aware, after the ill advised firing of Mike Vrabel by the Tennessee Titans, I renounced my fandom for NFL franchise in Nashville and proclaimed my allegiance to new titans of mediocrity in Los Angeles, the Chargers. So far, that decision has paid off in spades. Yet Tennessee still had one…
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