There was a period of time, years ago, where I became completely convinced that I could win the TV show, Survivor. This confidence made absolutely no sense. I was already an out-of-shape man with a bad back, colorblind and the… Continue Reading →
There was a night in college when my best friend showed up at my door, convinced he had cracked the code to winning back his ex-girlfriend. His plan was, in his words, “bulletproof.” We would drive to Myrtle Beach, stake… Continue Reading →
I’m a huge fan of nostalgia. And as a Child of the ’80s, comic books have always played a role in my life — mostly nostalgic, these days. Batman, G.I. Joe and The Transformers have always been my trifecta of… Continue Reading →
I grew up reading comics for the same reason most people do: escapism. You get to live life through the eyes and actions of a superhero. Batman takes down criminals with precision and wit. Spider-Man quips his way through impossible… Continue Reading →
There are times when I have a very clear idea in my head of what I want to say… and then the second I open my mouth it comes out completely wrong. Not just a little off, either. I mean… Continue Reading →
There’s a certain kind of commitment that comes with watching a foreign horror film. It’s not just pressing play and zoning out while scrolling your phone during the slower moments. You’re locked in. You’re reading every line of dialogue. You’re… Continue Reading →
Killer AI is one of science fiction’s favorite nightmares. From rogue defense systems to self-aware machines deciding humanity is the problem, filmmakers have spent decades imagining what happens when technology outsmarts its creators. As a lifelong horror and sci-fi fan,… Continue Reading →
Sometimes, fairy tales can bring the pain. Dolly depicts the demented fairy tale of a menacing, masked monster that kidnaps and kills its victims, who are otherwise collected as toys at an isolated cabin in the woods. Brought to life… Continue Reading →
There’s an old phrase people like to say when they walk through an aging home: “If these walls could speak…” Usually it comes with a smile, a nostalgic shrug, an acknowledgment that a house holds stories long after the people… Continue Reading →
I have spent a large portion of my life pretending to be things I am very much not. In middle school, I pretended I understood whatever band everyone else suddenly swore had “changed their life,” nodding along like I’d memorized… Continue Reading →