If I write a blog post, check or e-mail and date it 2020, I am not a &^%$ing imbecile who still can’t manage to write the new year correctly.
I have mastered time travel, and I actually am contacting you from the future.
If I write a blog post, check or e-mail and date it 2020, I am not a &^%$ing imbecile who still can’t manage to write the new year correctly.
I have mastered time travel, and I actually am contacting you from the future.
Campbell Avenue. February 2019.






Marvel Comics.

“The First Purge” (2018) isn’t the best horror-thriller I’ve ever seen, but it certainly isn’t the worst, either. I thought that I would be all purged out by now, but this fourth entry in the film series is a solid prequel — I’d rate it an 8 out of 10. (There is also a TV show set in “The Purge” universe, which USA has renewed for a second season, and I’m told that it’s pretty good.) I suppose this is a durable franchise because its premise could be explored through countless different characters.
The movie has some weaknesses. The pacing is off, and you could argue that the political theme of “The Purge” films, though compelling, is getting redundant by now. (There are some specific jabs this time out at Donald Trump and his following; they’re heavy-handed, but they’re fun to spot.)
But “The First Purge” is still a suspenseful and disturbing dystopian horror film. It’s got a terrific bad guy in Rotimi Paul’s “Skeletor” psychopath and some surprisingly damned good action sequences. There is another difference here, too — this “Purge” is far less campy than the second and third films. There are fewer plot twists, fewer over-the-top characters, and far fewer trippy visuals — it feels more like a straight horror film instead of a zany one. Depending on your preferences, you might find it superior.
One more thing — given its obvious love for Staten Island, this film would make a great double-feature with “Bushwick” (2017), another thriller which seems like a love letter to its own setting in Brooklyn. And they are both urban neighborhood thrillers with a similar storytelling style.

Me: “But then who would correct your spelling?”
That’s twice in one day that I’ve seen a Trump supporter publicly express a desire to kill Democrats or journalists en masse. Some of these people are homicidal. They simply wish to kill those with whom they disagree.
Harriette Sheffer Abels’ “Galaxy 1” books appear to be fully consigned to obscurity — I don’t have a single friend who remembers them. They were published by Crestwood House in 1979; I certainly loved the ones I found in my elementary school library in the 1980’s. And that says a lot, because I was a kid who loved the fantasy genre far more than science fiction. (I had an older brother who played “Dungeons & Dragons,” and Ralph Bakshi’s animated take on “The Lord of the Rings” had captured a lot of kids’ imaginations since 1978.) I remember how pleased I was to discover anthology-style books that featured the same cast of characters on different space-based adventures.
I’m pretty sure that “Mystery on Mars,” “Medical Emergency,” and “Silent Invaders” were among those that I read. My favorite, however, was “Green Invasion,” which featured alien vines that grew uncontrollably and crushed anything they could ensnare and tangle. Lord knows that was a scenario I re-created with my G.I. Joes at home.







Oil on canvas.

I actually took these photos of Botetourt County early last year, I think. I’m just having some fun with photo filters.


Image Comics.



