Happy Halloween, dear readers.
I love all genres of horror: camp, schlock, slasher, gore, psychological thrillers — you name it, i’ve probably seen it (or own it).
I used to go over my friends’ house when I was a kid and we’d stay up late watching the likes of Killer Klowns from Outer Space, Nightbreed, Tremors, and Space Invaders. This was my hokey impression of horror movies until one faithful night when I was 12. Read more
…and I ain’t draw no good neither.
Looking at 2014, I’ve posted a measly four times.
“Slow and steady wins the race,” you say, to which I lovingly take you into my long wiry arms and stroke your hair: Shhh, sweet darling. Go to sleep now. Read more
The Bad: No beating around the bush — Jamaica is a poor nation (97th GDP/capita, out of 187) . The country’s economy has been on a rickety roller coaster since the 70’s resulting in high unemployment rates, inflation, unfinished or abandoned houses/shanties/infrastructure and a (current) dependency on tourism for a quarter of all jobs. It’s also a very violent country with a severe, legal anti-gay (read: lynch-mob) mentality, and the 6th highest murder rate in the world. Read more
I realized the other day, as I was writing a Japanese-flavored article for a local mag, that I never wrote a blog post about Kyoto from my trip last year. Murmuring and grumbling, calling myself a lazy bastard, I suddenly remembered why I never completed a piece whilst rifling through the following photos Read more
I’m at the Delta gate in the Orlando Airport about to completely lose my shit. Plane’s delayed due to mechanical issues, and there are no fewer than 4 babies struggling with what can only be described, aurally, by having Axl Rose (now) trying to harmonize with a shrieking goat. Read more
Straight from my frosty travel log in Reykjavik:
No Coat, No Problem.
Flight from Columbus to Toronto on affiliate carrier Air Canada on a 1964 prop plane flown by Captain Red Baron – Check Read more
The movie ‘Desperado’ plays low on the hotel TV. Low enough that the man propped up on the headboard can’t hear what the actors are saying. He starts making up the dialogue in his head:
“Do you like my hair?”
“Yes. It’s very nice.”
“The River Walk, not river talk.”
“Dios mio! Who are you?”
“Die!” Read more
My friend Coyote Peterson is a cool dude.
Coyote is an adventurer/animal conservationist; he’s like a mix between Jack Hannah and Bear Grylls (without the ‘I can rip out your larynx’ special forces training). I’m convinced Coyote’s got a bit of a screw loose Read more