The Walking Dead: Thank You to the Fans


This has been beyond anyone's wildest dreams, what happened with the show... Never thought that eight years in, when I woke up from that hospital bed, that I'd still be here. So, yeah, it's an incredible ride, and I wanna thank you all for being part of it.
—Andrew Lincoln

How the heck did I ever forget to post this? It came out a week ago and everyone seen it by now, but I had to put it here because this video is wonderful. I adore these people. I love this show to death.

Rest in Peace, Chester Bennington

Chester Bennington | © Yulia Grigoryeva | Dreamstime.com

I'm dancing with my demons
I'm hanging off the edge
Storm clouds gather beneath me
Waves break above my head
...
You tell me it's alright
Tell me I'm forgiven tonight
But nobody can save me now
—Linkin Park, "Nobody Can Save Me"

Linkin Park and I always had a strange relationship. It was sort of this on again-off again thing. That's happened before with a few bands where our timing was just never right; eventually, the relationship flatlines and I hardly remember it existed. With Linkin Park, I always came back, but I was perpetually behind, oddly out of sync. I would find out they released an album months earlier or I would put off buying an album because of other priorities.

The Walking Dead: Season 8 Trailer


"When I first met him, Jesus said my world was gonna get a whole lot bigger. We found that world. We found each other. That bigger world is ours by right. Those who use and take and kill, we end them!"
—Rick Grimes

I haven't posted anything in quite a while because I've been far too busy this year. Hopefully, that will change soon. Until then, I have to take a short break from everything to talk about this trailer for The Walking Dead that just showed at Comic-Con. After the inhuman brutality of last season, TWD looks to continue the new trajectory promised in the Rise Up poster, to fight back the hopelessness and terror.

I'm Mary Poppins, Y'all


I just realized I haven't posted anything since March. I have my day job, of course, and weekends are family time. I also have a fledgling business to attend to and recently my brothers brought me in on an unanticipated venture. So, it's not that I died; it's just that my days have become furious rushes to get things done. Because of that, I've been neglecting to share my thoughts on my favorite things. I hope to change that.

Logan: All These Broken Parts

Dafne Keen and Hugh Jackman | Image copyright 20th Century Fox and Marvel Entertainment

RUTHLESS, VICIOUS, RELENTLESS.
BEAUTIFUL, WARM, BITTERSWEET.

On the one-week anniversary of my death by (at least) a thousand cuts, I bring you this short story of the cause of my demise. What happened to me? Who is responsible? Why did I let my guard down? Was there anything that could have been done?

Let's start with the what. If your eyes skipped over the title up there, I went to see a little movie you may have heard of called Logan. A little movie that has made $535 million worldwide in the three weeks since its release‪. It's not the highest haul a superhero movie has ever had, but that's nothing to scoff at and it's still a great finish for an emotionally rough goodbye. This is the X-Men movie I was waiting for, the definitive Wolverine movie, one of the best ever superhero movies, and just a damn great movie.‬