Monday, September 24, 2007

Buy my movie!

That's right!

At long last, "Dead Hunt," the slasher-thriller I wrote back in 2004-05, has arrived!

So click on over to CreateSpace and pick up a copy of Timewarp Films' latest release today!

Hit the title above to go straight to it and get the two-disc set for only $20. A bargain at twice the price, I tell you. Or click on over to the "Dead Hunt" or Timewarp MySpace pages for more information.

And don't forget to hit the links at the top of the page to read the first review (from HorrorTalk) and see the trailer.

You won't be disappointed, I promise. My horror-reviewing friends like it. I like it. Even my mother likes it!

Look for it soon at and elsewhere, too.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Rhymes with orange

Marisa did it, and I was thinking of her. Not normally my kind of survey, but hey.

Heck, I don't even like oranges.

You Are Orange

Bright and intense, you embrace the world and all its opportunities.

Change does not intimidate you, even if it's a complete life overhaul.

You're a very real person. You aren't scared to show the world who you are.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Welcome to the jungle!

I've never mowed a lawn in my life.

Until today.

But now I can say I've done it. The joy of owning a single-family home instead of a townhouse.

It's funny. I never mowed the lawn growing up, mostly because I was a little kid (physically) and my parents have a tiered lawn on a hill. I think the image of a 90-pound kid trying to haul a mower down narrow rock steps scared my poor mother.

So they paid some landscaping types to mow their lawn, and eventually I think they got them to mow the neighbors' lawn when they neglected it.

(My lawn was starting to look like that, but we'll get back to this point in a moment.)

Anyway, after that, I went off to college (dorm rooms!), then lived in a series of apartments until I was nearly 28, then it was my townhouse in Hillsborough. Yeah, complete with extortive association fee and the subsequent lawn care.

But now, at last Marisa and I are mostly settled in, and had a free day, and that's how we found ourselves on the front lawn this afternoon, sweating and swearing and... eventually having fun!

Plus, our lawn no longer resembles the neighbors' where I kept losing Wiffle balls in the jungle.

Even if I damn near encountered my second-worst nightmare - after running over a member of the family - and just missed a baby bunny sleeping in the tall grass.


It was a rough start - the grass was so tall it kept jamming the blade, and thus killing the motor - but eventually, after trying mulch mode and bag mode, I went with spew-out-the-side mode and got 'er done.

In fact, the more I tried, the easier it got, as I developed something vaguely resembling a technique. I probably did 75% of the lawn in two hours after taking two hours on the first 25%.

(Fair disclosure: We still have to rake up the spewings.)

So even if it doesn't quite resemble the outfield at Yankee Stadium, I won't have to play "Welcome to the Jungle" when guests arrive anymore.

And my reward?

M is making another loaf of her from-scratch sourdough bread! My favorite kind of bread, and she makes delicious loaves by hand. From scratch.

I can't begin to tell you (or her) just how amazed I am by all of that. I mean, I know she can cook good food, and I love everything she makes, but the whole concept of the sourdough starter amazes me. And she made it herself, and she nurtures it, and then she makes delicious bread from it.

It's one thing to aspire to be a little Domestic Goddess in Training, to me it's something even more impressive to take up a project that requires not just skill, but dedication.

I can barely make anything, or stick with anything, but I see that little pot in the fridge and I just adore her even more.

OK, sappy, yes, but come on. After she did some branch-trimming, did a little mowing and walked the dog, she still had time to fill the house with one of the best smells in the world - fresh bread, baking.

That more than makes up for the sore back and aching shoulder.

I think.

I probably shouldn't have taken this in a bad mood...

But Freak posted it and as a lover of literature, it intrigued me.

No, I haven't read "The Divine Comedy"yet, but it's on my shelf and list.

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Very High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Low
Level 7 (Violent)Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Saturday, September 15, 2007

I'm not dead yet!

I know I haven't posted in a while. It just hasn't been in the cards. Or the mood. Or the schedule.

We were away for a few days (boy, was it weird leaving my temporary voicemail saying I'd be back "Tuesday, Sept. 11"), and then all hell broke loose at work, and then Marisa went back to school.

So basically I've been tired and cranky and miserable.

But as soon as I think of a suitable topic, I'll get back to things. I almost posted yesterday, but basically it was just loneliness talking, so I didn't bother and watched TV instead.

Trust me, you're better off.