Monday, December 30, 2013

The Sunset Limited

Let's be honest. When it comes to any form of media except books, I'm not the go-to person. (Anyone looking for a good read should check out Inkheart, by the way.) That said, there is a band you should immediately check out.

The Sunset Limited.

You need to Facebook them right now. Or go on Soundcloud. Whichever you prefer. And get on that, because they are AWESOME. My personal favorite is hands-down 'Reach a Ruin', if anyone wants to know.

If anyone out there likes Nirvana or Pearl Jam's Riot Act-type material, you'll probably like them.

So shoo. Go listen.


Thursday, December 26, 2013


I'm normally not the person to ask for film recommendations. Either the films I like are obscenely popular already (Nolan's Batman films) or kinda...well...obscure (Mr. Sardonicus). But you guys HAVE to seek out the original version of The Stepfather. Not the remake, not one of the sequels, but the original.

That's some scary goodness right there, man. And the best-worst?-part? It's based on a real-life killer. Lost his job, carried on leaving everyday to set up a new identity, and one day shot his family. Then he disappeared for eighteen years. When they found him, he was married again...and had just lost his job again.

So yeah. Go find that movie. It may take some work-it's a little hard to come by-but it's well worth it. Sweet dreams.


Wednesday, December 25, 2013


To those who celebrate, have a very, very happy Christmas.


Monday, December 16, 2013

Old Shame

So I was looking through my old files yesterday when I came across a manuscript. Wondering what it was, I read this manuscript.


I had unearthed my old fanfiction. We shall not name what fandom from whence it came, or what the plot was, but it was bad. Lots of Mary-Sueing. No originality whatsoever. I'm cringing at the very memory of it.

On the bright side, my twelve year-old self was well acquainted with the Spell Check. Thank you, twelve year-old self.

I am, however, very grateful that I didn't post any of that on Quizilla or whatever. That would have been terrible. It was good for a laugh, though...once I got past the, 'Oh, God, WHY?' stage.


Friday, December 13, 2013


This has nothing to do with writing, The Muse, or...well, anything else. I witnessed something today that made my faith in humanity drop a couple of notches.

Whilst I was out poking through the neighborhood Goodwill, a Spanish-speaking couple went up to the register. Since this is Arizona, I didn't really notice-until the employee ringing them up started bitching that 'Well, this is America, we speak English!'

Jaw, meet floor.

I have never in my life seen such a display of blatant racism. I know it's there-the comment sections on the internet are rampant with it. But out in public, surrounded by loads of people-including some who may be from Mexico or Africa or wherever-that's new to me.

The little coward made a break for the stockroom right after-typical.

I do live in America. Everyone here is entitled to think whatever they want. If you want to be racist, there's no stopping you. That's your opinion, and you're allowed to have it. But I'm also entitled to my opinion, which is that your opinion is wrong.

I don't know. It was just vile and sad and very much not-good, and I wish I'd been close enough to him to call him on it.

That is all. Just something to think about.