Monday, June 29, 2015
My time in the pacific Northwest has been encapsulating. I visited the Winchester Mansion in San Jose, trekked through thick forests, tasted the cuisine of Portland, and visited an age-old cemetery. Yet, once again, I find myself off my original intention of walking to and fro upon the Earth and back to my old stomping ground of San Diego. Again, the familiar imagery is twisting my mind and forcing my hand to put pen to paper. This time around I'm going to resort to my original means of writing and shall concoct a short story. One concerning the subjects of death, devotion, and pain.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
With regret, I bid farewell to one of the horror icons of any generation. I grew up watching Christopher Lee. His onscreen presence was purely mystical and I feel that no one today is even comparable in any sense to the contributions he delivered, especially for the horror genre. I remember the first film I had the pleasure of viewing Mr. Lee, 'The Howling 2: You're Sister is a Werewolf'. 'The Satanic Rites of Dracula' followed as well as all the of the Lord of the Rings and Hobbit films. It is truly saddening to see that all of the icons that were so integral in my childhood are leaving us, and the world truly is a bit lesser as a result.