January Haters Club
Screaming “I HATE JANUARY” out loud for the zillionth time this week, it occurred to me that I’m probably not alone. Following closely on the cries of “Happy New Year” is one ugly slog...
Category: death
THE NEW FOOL IN TOWN
A REMEMBRANCE AND APPRECIATION OF SCHOCK G (AND HUMPTY) By Jason T Sparks It’s June of 1992 in Nashville, Tennessee. Neighbors of mine from down the street have a daughter, and she’s getting married...
Alas, Poor Peanut; I Knew Him Well
By Jason T Sparks My relationship to advertising is complicated, and I know exactly why. I grew up around advertising; my father was an account executive at an agency called Carden & Cherry for...
On Carrie Fisher
Our family was just leaving the house to see “Rogue One” at a neighborhood theater in suburban Florida when we heard the news that Carrie Fisher had died. Watching the film, it was hard...
Jane Doe at Fantastic Fest
You’ve heard the one about people whistling past the graveyard, to hide their fear? What would you say if you’d seen film festival-goers up to their elbows in a prop body? During Fantastic Fest...
Smartphones and Death
Earlier this month noted political blogger Andrew Sullivan had an essay in New York Magazine, where he talked about leaving the Internet and social media for his health. Sullivan talks about our recent change...
Satanic Panic at the Highball
I’m all for bar games, but the new “Satanic Panic” room at the Highball in Austin, Texas may be a bit too far. Unveiled as part of Fantastic Fest, the room will be continue...
Blair Witch for Modern Times
A lot of horror films are all about the struggles of those left behind, as the survivors of whatever “big bad” is picking them off one by one. The new Blair Witch film...
The Orlando Shooting + Our Blood Supply
Waking up on Sunday morning to the news of the tragedy of the Pulse nightclub shooting in Florida, my first reaction was to text my brother-in-law in Florida. Mr. Martin is an elementary school...
Still Missing David Bowie
Earlier this evening a friend came over to the house, and asked in passing if I was still missing David Bowie. Of course I said yes. We live in a world where the endless...
