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For the past two weeks, Con Air had been coming on cable on Sunday.  Now, I like Con Air.  It’s not the best movie in the world I’ll admit it, but I dig it.  Great cast.  You can’t deny that.  I know all of the characters names, Billy Bedlam, Cyrus the Virus, Diamond Dog, The Marietta Mangler, Johnny 23, Pinball…  This Sunday, though, it didn’t come on.  Suddenly, I felt a little empty.  Weird.  Speaking of movies…

The other day I watched 2012 for the first time.  Wow, was that awful.  By a weird quirk of fate, if you can call it fate, a new “friend” named Flix watched it too.  I would give a scathing review, but I’ll let Flix do that.  He’ll be posting regular reviews of movies on RaptorFace.  Did I mention that Flix is a black guy that currently lives in 1970’s?  All will be explained in the first post.  Stay tuned. 

What next?  Chapter XI of Unwanted Heroes is now online.  I hope everyone’s starting to see the story coming together.  Setting up a subplot and rounding out the world a little bit more.  We’ll meet some more interesting people as things go on, and let me tell you now, things are going to get rough.  And before this first story arc is complete, several characters will die.  I’m not saying anything more than that. 

Sad as it is, that’s about all that I have to say this week.  Things have been rather slow.  Still working on Cadeloria By Night.  Don’t really know what’s taking me so long on that.  I think it’s the feel of a fantasy story that’s holding me up.  I’m not used to writing that genre, so I’m scared that I’m not doing it right.  The last thing I want is to Twilight the genre.  You know, where you make up your own rules in a place that already has clearly defined rules, and then say “Well, this is my version.”  Yeah… no.  That’s like me asking you if you want spaghetti, then bringing you a bowl of Ramen noodles and saying: “This is Jerale style spaghetti.”  No, it’s not cock-a-doodie spaghetti!  And those aren’t cock-a-doodie vampires or werewolves, Mrs. Woman!

Whoa, were am I?  I kinda blacked out for a minute there.  “Meanwhile, back at the wrench.”    Cadeloria.  I’ll finish it this week, Nick, not matter what. 

Ok, to wrap things up here.  I’ve been reading the DC Universe novel Last Sons, featuring Superman, Martian Manhunter, and Lobo, and written by Alan Grant.  I’ve been a fan of Alan Grant for a long time, and no one writes Lobo quite like him.  I’m not really feeling the book.  It’s a little slow, and I’m not getting that fully immersed feeling that I normally get while reading.  I keep finding myself reading a book.  Kinda like that feeling you get in the movie theater when for a moment you disengage from the movie and remember that you’re in a theater.  Well, I’m getting that a lot with this book.  The Lobo parts are excellent, but I’m just not feeling the rest.  This is surprising to me as a fan of Alan Grant’s work.  I had previously listened to the audio book of Batman: The Stone King based on the novel he wrote.  I enjoyed the Stone King, but this one…  Maybe it will redeem itself in the end. 

Bring the check, I’m done.  Be back next week where I’ll start things off with “Well, I finished writing Cadeloria By Night.” 

“Help, the last of the Mohicans is burnin’!”


PS. Enough with the Russian spam already.


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