As a character, the Ghost Rider fascinates me. But, with the exception of the ‘90s Spirits of Vengeance title that teamed the Dan Ketch-possessed-Ghost Rider with his (then) demon-free first host Johnny Blaze, I’ve read very few of his comics. Looking back, outside of movies like Ghostbusters 2 (which scared the $#!T out of me), Spirits of Vengeance was really my first foray into horror. Well, horror-lite. Well, horror-lite for a comic book. Well, after I’ve come to enjoy things like Penny Dreadful, It Follows, and The Shining and have had to endure horrors like Hereditary (WORST THING EVER), I wouldn’t really call Spirits of Vengeance “horror” anymore. It’s more a supernatural thriller. But for young me, it was the first time I willingly and intentionally entered the (Ghostbusters-free) world of demons, possessions, and fiery hellscapes. Lately, I’ve found myself thinking of the Ghost Rider. A lot. I can’t stop imagining what shape this Spirit of Vengeance would take if it flamed into being in 2020. Continue reading
I wasn’t planning on writing today. It’s my birthday after all! Why go out of my way to make work for myself on my birthday? But then an idea for a post struck and, when a new idea is unfolding, writing isn’t work. It’s fun! So with that in mind, you know I love Doctor Who. And I thought, what with it being my birthday and all, it might be kind of fun to reflect a little on what leads me to love certain characters or fictional worlds. Out of all the stories – novels, comics, movies, or TV shows – I’ve consumed in my life, what makes one stay with me? What makes me want to return to that world and visit those characters again and again and again? What captures my heart and mind? Continue reading
There have been plenty of memorials and obituaries written to honor Stan Lee since his passing yesterday. There’s nothing I can say about his life that isn’t being said/hasn’t already been said. Yet, at the same time, I can’t not say anything. I was talking to Jeff when the news broke. He told me. David called soon after. Texts began coming not long after that. As with many pop culture deaths, I find myself mourning someone who was a major part of my life despite our never having met. Unlike most pop culture deaths however, few have influenced my life to the degree Stan Lee did. His worlds and characters have shaped me since Mom bought me my first comic book – Web Of Spider-Man #12 – when I was four years old. When I heard he’d died I was at a loss. All I could do was read. I had exams that needed to be graded (exams I got back to later that night) but for that moment in time, as I sat with the reality of his passing, the only place I could go to find comfort was back into the worlds he created. Continue reading
When David and I saw Avengers: Infinity War for the first time opening night, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I wrote about many of them that weekend. While I grant it was an ambitious event and it certainly stayed true to how a large comic book crossover works in comic books, I wasn’t impressed with how it worked as a film. I said then and still believe now it’s one of the weakest entries in the Marvel Cinematic Universe thus far. My initial/lasting disappointments aside, I was struck by something I saw in the theatre as the climax of the film was unfolding. I noticed an inherent power in the film, even if it was a power unable to affect me.
As should be obvious, THIS WILL BE FILLED WITH ALL SORTS OF SPOILERS SO DON’T READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEE AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR YET. OKAY?!? Continue reading
I watch Doctor Who now. If I’m being honest, I watch Doctor Who a lot. If I’m being really honest, I am absolutely in love with this show (and I may have developed a bit of a binge-watching problem). I began watching it at the start of the school year and fell in love immediately. Soon words like “TARDIS,” “Time Lord,” “sonic screwdriver,” “psychic paper,” “Daleks,” and “Cybermen” had become a regular part of my vocabulary. However, this isn’t a piece about Doctor Who so much as it’s a reflection on falling in love with a show in isolation, completely removed from whatever fandom exists for the brilliant, beautiful world of the Doctor. Continue reading
This isn’t a memorial piece. I don’t feel there’s anything I can really say to memorialize Tom Petty. His music will forever speak for him and they way it makes us feel will forever speak to what he meant to those who loved him. Nor is this a piece that explores his place in music history or his contribution to the world of music. I’m certainly not qualified to write a post like that. Rather, this is just a thought, that’s been going around and around in my head since I heard of his passing. Well, that and a few of my favorite songs of his too. Continue reading