Category: Story

  • Preview Night at Comic-Con

    Yesterday was preview night for Comic-Con, but it didn’t feel like it at all. Downtown was congested with traffic and parking lots were quickly filling up; there were droves of people walking to and from the convention center. It was already packed when I got inside with a friend. It became a physical feat for us to reach the meeting spot with another friend. It felt like a normal day at Comic-Con . . . and it was only preview night.

    We eventually got to the Marvel booth, which had a life-size version of Odin’s throne. There was a queue for posters, so being the comic nerds we are, we got in line. We reached the front and were handed the Thor posters of the art pieces I wrote about yesterday. Score. We asked if they’ll be giving away the Captain America posters as well — we were told that they’ll be handed out later; to check back later. Naturally we headed back to the booth and glanced over the table — they were handing out the Captain America posters. We booked it to the end of the line; one of my friends lightly shoved a kid out of the way. What can I say? It’s exclusive posters and we must have them. So yes, I now have both posters — mission accomplished. I’m ecstatic over it.

    What feels like forever ago, preview night at Comic-Con was more of a way to pick up our badges and take a quick look around the floor. There were hardly any booths set up and many were still in the process of getting ready. Yesterday, it felt like an actual Comic-Con day; all the booths were open for business. Today the real fun begins. God help us all.

  • Firefly Reunion . . . Sorta

    Yesterday Nathan Fillion posted a picture of himself with part of the Firefly crew and creator Joss Whedon. He captioned it, “Together. Again,” without an elaboration. It’s more than safe to assume he meant the fact that they’re attending his party, but a lot of fans are speculating that a Firefly project is underway. Personally, I think they sacrificed an effigy for swift justice to be served to Fox for their crimes towards good Sci-Fi shows.

  • Syfy Gives Fans Creative Control

    Syfy is launching a production site called B Movie Mogul, which will be used as a platform for viewers of the network to pitch and vote on ideas for an upcoming Syfy film. Viewers will essentially have control of dialogue, character deaths, creatures, and the title of the movie.

    As of right now the three concepts to vote on are; Bermuda Triangle, a 2010 apocalypse story, and a Roswell movie.

    Syfy does produce a few gems, but they’re far and few between. This next film project will definitely be mediocre, but if Syfy is smart, it’ll execute it with a tongue-in-cheek feel. Just have fun with it instead of attempting a serious sci-fi thriller or horror film.

    I hope this doesn’t become a trend for networks — it’s a sign of creative laziness and it’s bound to churn out horrendous movies. So yes, I do hope this project crashes and burns in a spectacular fashion. Sure, it’s good to have outside input, but relying so heavily on that for creative influence is a crutch. It would be another step towards mediocrity.

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  • Stories and Pink Floyd

    My parents have an amusing story about me when I was still in my mother’s womb: I behaved well while my dad would blast rock music, but the moment it was Pink Floyd, I would start kicking to the beat of the songs. My mom noticed this and told my dad — they then experimented and played different bands to see how I’d react, but I was docile. They put on Pink Floyd, and again I kicked to the beat.

    One of my distinct childhood memories is in our old apartment; I was blasting my dad’s Pink Floyd collection and sang along, air-guitaring to the solos. I was fully submerged in the music. There could be company over, but I was so lost in the music that I didn’t care.

    At eight-years-old I developed a tradition of listening to Pink Floyd’s Darkside of the Moon alone in my room on my birthday. At midnight today the tradition continued; I spent time in solitude in my room listening to the album.

    There’s a nostalgia, a child-like happiness I experience each year. To this day no other band has touched my soul like Pink Floyd. The experience is always therapeutic and euphoric to me. Until next year again.

  • Branching Out

    For the second time I’ve branched out, and with a more clear direction — though still likely won’t be that cohesive — which will be more focused on entertainment, stories, and occasionally projects I’m involved in. Make sure to sign the guest book! Oh wait . . . this isn’t Geocities or the ’90s. Oops.