I typically attempt being the bigger person. We all have our moments though where that becomes impossible. There is always a breaking point. I’ve had a lot of thoughts on this matter of late. Continue reading “Perception often causes alternate realities”
Let me tell you something brother! This is one of the many catchphrases heard in what I consider the greatest era of professional wrestling. There was something about growing up in what the WWE (WWF at the time) has affectionately dubbed the Attitude Era. The truth is that era is not the only reason nineties professional wrestling great. There were so many elements that made my family and me to get in our cars, hop on Marta, and go to the arena to watch these matches live. These were the days before all the nitty-gritty details were available online and in documentaries. I don’t know if that necessarily made wrestling more magical or not, but I cannot say that wrestling today is exciting as it once was. Continue reading “Gimmie a hell yeah for nineties wrestling”
Once upon a time, back in the nineties there were two popular programming blocks. One of them took place on Friday evenings, and the other on Saturday evenings. On Saturdays my friends and I sat in front of our television screens on a big comfy orange couch. Continue reading “I’m still comfy on the big orange couch”
Over the years, I’ve known people who view nostalgia as living in the past. In fact, I was once told by one of my best friends that I needed to grow up instead of continuing on my journey with the power rangers. I remember that mainly because she wrote it in my yearbook and I read her words over again and laughed. My laughter came about namely because one of my goals this summer is to meet the original Red Ranger, Austin St. John. And if I’m being entirely honest I still watch episodes of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers because as cheesy as they are they make me feel good when life is less than spectacular. I even enjoyed the film that came out in 2017. Power Rangers is a beautiful reboot of the original series. Though I will admit viewing new actors in the same roles by the same name was certainly different within the series, but I enjoyed it all the same. Continue reading “A trip down memory lane never hurt anyone”
I love the sound of your laughter. Continue reading “Your light is always shining”
Recently I’ve thought a lot about how we cannot please everyone in life. I wish there was a way we could. And that’s not because I’m a people pleaser, but because I want everyone I know to say they are happy. I want everyone to live the best life they possibly can. Continue reading “I’m a Logan Echolls voicemail message”
Pirates ahoy! Marshmallows rejoice! The Veronica Mars movie is finally hits theaters and is available for digital download! And now I promise to not end the rest of my sentences with exclamation points throughout the rest of this review. Continue reading “Veronica Mars film review”
I remember back in 2004 stepping foot into the theater by my house to sit down and watch The Stepford Wives. The details have escaped me over the years, but ever since then I became intrigued to read Ira Levin’s book by the same name. My interest in viewing the 1975 film hasn’t wavered since either. Cut to almost fourteen years later and Book Bub informing me that Psycho was on sale. This lead me down a rabbit hole of purchasing other famous novels for the same reason. Until a couple of weeks ago, my e-book sat patiently on my Kindle waiting for download. As patient as the book was waiting for me, I quickly became impatient with the lack of time I had to read once I started the novel. Continue reading “The Stepford Wives book review”
Let me start by saying that the trauma I speak of is not really trauma. It is a complete exaggeration of my inner thirteen year old who would highly disagree with my definition of trauma now. In fact, my inner thirteen year old feels insulted I do not consider seeing the film Wild Things with my father trauma. If you have seen this film you have probably tilted your head and feel like I made a typo. I have not, but without further adieu here is my story. Continue reading “Twenty years of the traumatization of an inner thirteen year old”
There were several times that I saw the cover for April Fool’s Day (1986) when I started watching horror films and would admire the cover as I walked down the horror aisle of the video store. I would tell myself to rent the film. Continue reading “April Fool’s Day film review”
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