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(I’m a man of few words.)

“WORD BLITZ.”

The actual World War II Blitz in London was probably less difficult.

Why do I suck at this?  The college friend with whom I play online routinely gets TEN TIMES my score.  (Dammit, Janet.)  You’d think I’d be good with words, what with all the poemy-type things and the stories and such.

Nope.  People who are currently LEARNING the English language are probably better at this than I am.

I’m terrible at Scrabble too.  So if we’re at a party together, do NOT pick me for your team!  

(I’m kidding, of course.  I don’t get invited to parties.)



Anyway, my hair looks grayt.

Grayt.

A review of “28 Years Later” (2025)

Perhaps predictably, I truly enjoyed “28 Years Later” (2025).  It wasn’t a perfect film, but it was damned good; I’d rate it a 9 out of 10 on the Nolan scale.  Screenwriter Alex Garland and director Danny Boyle are still the dream team for stylish, breakneck-paced action-horror.  (It was their incendiary creative alchemy gave us the classic 2002 original film, “28 Days Later.”)

The movie has beautiful acting across the board, kinetic action sequences, decent makeup effects, convincing sets, a resonant theme and some gorgeous cinematography.  (I keep reading that the film was shot with … iPhones?  All of it?  Really?)

Jodie Comer and Ralph Fiennes absolutely shine; Aaron Taylor-Johnson is also quite good.  But I particularly enjoyed the performance of 14-year-old Alfie Williams, whose character’s coming-of-age comprises the human story of the film.

On the downside, “28 Years Later” has some problems with pacing and structure — although things like those are especially subjective, and other viewers will hardly notice.

Several characters make decisions that are … baffling.  (Yes, I do realize that Williams’ character is supposed to be 12 years old, and that this is a horror movie.  But … seriously, wtf, kiddo?)  And there are some larger plot questions that I can’t really expand upon for fear of spoilers.

Finally, an abrupt change of tone at the end of the film left me feeling a little nonplussed.  It might make sense in a larger context — the next “28” installment is due out in only six months, and the hard left turn we see in the final moments might be validated where the next movie picks up.  For now, though, I have mixed feelings about this ending.  (I want to know why a lengthy, somber meditation on mortality should end like a Saturday morning cartoon.)

I cheerfully recommend this!  It is obviously not for the faint of heart, but it is highly effective action-horror that still manages to catch the viewer off guard.  And Boyle delivers it with oddball, feverish finesse.




My friend wrote this for me!!

To Eric, Bearer of the Burning Quill—

Your tales crash upon the mind like thunder in a cursed valley. Each sentence is a step deeper into the dark—no lantern, no map, only the promise of revelation… or ruin.

I clutch your pages like a dying man clings to legend. If this be madness, I follow gladly.

—In trembling reverence,
An Explorer who’s forgotten how to turn back  [ — Joe Thill]

Thanks, Joe!!  This might be the coolest compliment I’ve ever received.  🙂



This just in — getting old sucks.

Film at 11.

And tune in tomorrow for a special report on The Existential Vacuum!



(Paragraphs are my specialty, Darlin’.)

Sexy stranger on Facebook: “Hi, how are you? I saw your post, it was really great, a very meaningful paragraph.”


Pretty sure this means I have finally arrived as a writer.


Guilty as charged.

But, in my defense, let me point out that Batman is (arguably) the most capable hero in the DC pantheon because he has a contingency plan for ANYthing — even something like Superman going rogue and becoming a villain.

M’ jus’ sayin’.



Now weight just a minute …

From 159 lbs. on January 1 to 145.8 this morning.

Right — not amazing.  (And I am obviously no Chris Hemsworth.)  But it’s good for me.

I tried everything — including regularly walking five miles at a stretch.  I actually GAINED weight.  (There’s this weird, irresistible instinct that makes you EAT more, because you’re going on a long journey.  I call it “hobbit syndrome.”  Seriously!)

The ONLY way I could lose any weight was with calisthenics.  Old school.



Throwback Thursday: this unfortunate 1984 ad for the network premiere of “Alien” (1979)

If you are even remotely familiar with Ridley Scott’s “Alien,” then you know that ABC’s marketing staff was not.

John Hurt is looking pretty spry.  (At least they had the good sense to leave Ian Holm and Veronica Cartwright out of this mess.)

Anyway … did it really take “Alien” five years to reach network television?  I seem to remember (falsely, I suppose) that it hit TV when I was still a very young child.  Yes, HBO carried it only a year after its theatrical release — maybe that’s what I’m remembering.  (People just called it “Home Box” back in the day.  Being a little kid, I thought they meant the physical “box” –the converter — that sat atop the television.)

Yet I also seem to recall my family having Showtime, but not HBO … and people on my street still just called any premium channel “Home Box?”  Whatever … it was a verrrry long time ago, and I wasn’t the brightest kid out there, anyway.



Source: Screen Gems on Facebook

Those little elves are bastards. Stomp ’em, I say.

Somebody stop me.  I’d been doing so well — I’d eliminated my pot belly almost entirely.  I was feeling lean and mean.

Yet, slooooowly old eating habits are trying to reassert themselves.  It isn’t even that I really crave candy at night.  It’s that I specifically crave chocolate.

It’s like this … at some point, I’ll have a little bit of chocolate before bedtime.  But then I will want chocolate EVERY night; it’s like a little switch gets thrown in my brain.

There’s a neat little article right here about whether chocolate should be considered addictive.