big changes, slipped hood

At least, that’s what this scene is screaming at me.

Why is everyone so calm, including the protagonist?

There are bad things happening, terrifying, awful, annoying, dangerous things.

You have my permission to freak out.

I am.

(Also, yay to Democrat gains in the elections; now, we pray there are enough of us to overcome the rigging, or that he doesn’t suspend elections altogether.)

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1340 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Quiet: The Power Of Introverts, Susan Cain (it's me!)
Comics: Shattered Image 3-4, Youngblood v2 14, Spider-Man/Badrock 1
Music: The Wild, The Innocent, And The E Street Shuffle, Bruce Springsteen

remember

Now, more than ever.

Remember.

When the masks come off, it will be the face of the hopeful that shine, and the face of the condemned that bleed with fear.

Remember.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1623 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Quiet: The Power Of Introverts, Susan Cain
Comics: Shattered Image 1-2, X-Force/Youngblood 1, Extremely Youngblood 1
Music: Wild Horses, The Rolling Stones

heeey baaby

It’s the Fourth of Novem… wait.

Is that a day? Is that a thing?

Maybe it ought to be.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1329 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Quiet: The Power Of Introverts, Susan Cain
Comics: Badrock/Wolverine 1, Youngblood v2 9-10, Youngblood/X-Force 1
Music: Wild Honey, The Beach Boys

slammed into first

Hit the ground running this morning. You ever get the feeling, you’re running on the edge of a bridge as it collapses behind you, like in some twisted video game or action movie?

As Nazis blow things up down south and Carney proves to be the globalist traitor I worried he might be (still better than Poilievre), I can’t help but wonder just how close to the precipice we are.

If we slow down, if we stop running… are we dooming ourselves to abyss?

Or is time to turn and fight?

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1453 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Quiet: The Power Of Introverts, Susan Cain
Comics: Team Youngblood 22, Youngblood v2 8, Prophet & Chapel 1-2
Music: Wilco Essentials, Wilco (so underrated - Heavy Metal Drummer is the vibe I always wanted)

sunday, sunday

Bah bah, bah, bahbahbah bah.

Also, I’m a little hungover. Going to a movie premiere, then rushing to a bar to catch the last two-thirds of the World Series, only to have it go extra innings, and be stressful to the point of multiple Guinnesses (Guinnessi?), well, that’s too late a night for me.

The movie was better than expected; a local production filmed two blocks from us at an abandoned prison from the old days (built by William Lyon Mackenzie King). We walked past the filming every day, saw the crew and the actors and actresses hanging out, scared the shit out of my wife given that she’s got a monster phobia of jails (and snakes and heights).

My cousin’s day worked as a PA on set too, so more ties yet. We had to go.

It was cool to see the various things we’d glimpsed translated onto the screen – the weird partial fence they put up for an outside shot, the girl leaving the jail by a side door after “killing” the Jason-like monster, Jeffrey. The old Bronco and convertible they came and left in (which had a fake severed head on the hood).

Fun times, unique kills, but maybe dragged out a little too long. A touch more editing time might help it get that really tight feeling.

Kill, or be killed – the rule of editing.

Only what’s necessary; and no more. Something I’ve been working on for months.

(It’s called Fresh Meat, if you’re interested, coming to a film festival near you, maybe?)

Target: 1400 words
Written: 

Read: Quiet: The Power Of Introverts, Susan Cain
Comics: Bloodpool Special 1, Team Youngblood 21, Chapel v2 7, Youngblood v2 7
Music: Wiggle Diskette, They Might Be Giants

at least they went down fighting

I mean, they Leafed it, in the Leafiest possible way, blowing a lead in the ninth inning and losing in extra, but he, you can’t say they didn’t battle it out.

And kudos to the Dodgers. They made some huge plays when they needed to.

I won’t blame Kirk. If his bat hadn’t broke, that would have blooped right over the infield and set up runners at the corners, at least.

Bad luck, and heartbreak.

You know they’re coming hard next year.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 815 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Rage, Stephen King
Comics: Chapel v2 6, Youngblood v2 5-6, Combat 2
Music: Wide Awake In America, U2

hallowe’en

Okay, okay. That sucked, but we still have another shot.

Christ, I forget sometimes how stressful playoffs are, in any sport. The level of detail get so magnified. It’s really something to behold.

If the Leafs ever make the Stanley Cup finals, I might go into cardiac arrest.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1723 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Rage, Stephen King/Richard Bachman
Comics: Vogue 3, Badrock 2, Combat 1, Youngblood v2 4
Music: Wicker Plane, State Radio

fun fun

Everything is wonderful and collapsing.

Shared experiences are kind of fun, as a community, as a country.

I’m not exactly a patriot, but I believe in the values we profess – kindness, strength through community, an independent and welcome demeanour.

Sit down and have a beer beer, bud. We’re going to game six together.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1698 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Faded Sun: Kesrith, C.J. Cherryh
Comics: Grifter/Badrock 2, Vogue 2, Youngblood v2 3, Chapel v2 5
Music: Wicked Nature, The Vines

could this like, actually happen?

It’s Toronto sports, but the Jays ain’t the Leafs, so I guess the jury’s out.

Will they finish them off Friday night (or Saturday, if things go awry)?

Or is this going to be the Leafiest shit that ever Leafed, and we blow it fucking all?

Somebody tell Auston Matthews to stay the fuck home.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1094 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Faded Sun: Kesrith, C.J. Cherryh
Comics: Youngblood v2 2, Bloodstrike Assassin 0, Chapel v2 4, Bloodpool 4
Music: Why Does The Sun Shine?, They Might Be Giants

you believe this shit?

Fucking go, boys. I haven’t been this excited about the Jays since Bautista’s bat flip, or my childhood obsession with Tom Henke kicked into high gear.

Fuckin’ Terminator , man.

Target: 1400 words
Written: 1464 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Faded Sun: Kesrith, C.J. Cherryh (this one is a little Dune-y, but man, is she ever good at creating worlds, while maintaining great characterization, something many sci-fi writers are incapable of)
Comics: Bloodpool 3, Grifter/Badrock 1, Riptide 2, Vogue 1
Music: Why Do Birds Sing?, Violent Femmes (because the Femmes are brilliant)