Month: October 2017
Death Has a Whole New Appetite.
When overweight treadmill salesman Reginald Baskin finally meets a co-worker who doesn’t make fun of him, it’s just his own bad luck that tech guy Maurice turns out to be a two thousand-year-old vampire.
And when Maurice turns Reginald to save his life, it’s just Reginald’s further bad luck that he wakes to discover he’s become the slowest, weakest, most out-of-shape vampire ever created … doomed to “heal” to his corpulent self for all of eternity.
But as Reginald struggles with the downsides of being a fat vampire (too slow to catch people to feed on, mocked by those he tries to glamour, assaulted by his intended prey and left for undead), he discovers rare powers in himself that few vampires have … and just in time, because the Vampire Council wants him destroyed as an inferior representative of their race.
Fat Vampire is the story of an unlikely hero who, after having an imperfect eternity shoved into his grease-stained hands, must learn to turn the afterlife’s lemons into tasty lemon danishes.
Okay, so I am reading this book and I’m thinking, no way, a fat vampire? Then I think of Jessica in True Blood who was the virgin. Each time she fed, she healed which made her a virgin all over again. Which brings me to this book.
He is a hearty sized fella which means that every time he feeds and heals, he comes back to his heavy self.
It’s not bad reading.
The first book in there series is only $.99 which isn’t bad for a book of this size.
Get it here on Amazon.
Movie Review: Wind River
Wind River is a 2017 American neo-western murder mystery thriller film written and directed by Taylor Sheridan. The film stars Jeremy Renner and Elizabeth Olsen as a U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service tracker and an FBI agent, respectively, who try to solve a murder on the Wind River Indian Reservation in Wyoming. Gil Birmingham and Graham Greene also star (Wikipedia).
Plot: Cory Lambert is a wildlife officer who finds the body of an 18-year-old woman on an American Indian reservation in snowy Wyoming. When the autopsy reveals that she was raped, FBI agent Jane Banner arrives to investigate. Teaming up with Lambert as a guide, the duo soon find that their lives are in danger while trying to solve the mystery of the teen’s death.
Trailer: Wind River
It has been a while since I have seen a movie that didn’t involve or revolve around war, super heroes fighting a war, a talking raccoon, or a space ship. This is just good old fashioned story telling about a murder that is going to be tough to solve. The story pits a jaded fish and wildlife expert with a green FBI agent with no field experience against the backdrop of the Wyoming landscape, which becomes an essential character in story.
The purist in me loves the elements of literary storytelling as it pits man vs nature as the story opens with a young Indian girl running for her life. The temperature is below zero, she is barefoot, and the weather is so cold her lungs explodes. A true warrior like her people, she ran six miles in that weather to escape a group of men who used her simply because they were bored.
The plot thickens as we come face to face with man vs society with the same white men who feel entitled to take what they wants simply because the local officials have no jurisdiction on the federal drilling site where they work. One weekends, the band of brothers ride into town and pick and young Indian woman for their amusement. Cody Lambert’s daughter has been the victim of such a crime, having died several years before under similar circumstances.
Cody is not your typical hero in this story since he is face to face with his worst enemy – himself. In order to bring peace to his own heart and in his own head, he has to help solve this murder. It is not redemptive in the sense that he finds his daughter’s killer, but he is able to bring closure to his friend, who is the father of the young woman from the opening scene. A young woman, who was friends with his daughter. In the process, he also saves the life of the FBI Agent, and possibly his soul.
Wind River is a great date night movie with enough action to keep you entertained, as well as enough slow spots to jump up and grab a beer without missing too much. I give this movie four strokes of my pen on a scale of five.
I enjoyed it. I hope you will as well.
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Yay! Star Trek is back in a big way, but it has left this life long Trekkie with many questions which I assume, will not be answered any time soon. However, i will get started with my questions and you can tell me what are your thoughts.
- The Ship. Is this ship similar to the one built by Admiral Marcus in Into Darkness? Does Star Fleet have a whole fleet of warships like the USS Vengeance that explores deeper into space?
This crew, somebody is going to die. You already know it. They can’t let two women be in charge of anything without having to kill one of them.
- Whaddya mean she is Spock’s step sister? Secondly, why you stepping on a space ship in the middle of nowhere? It wasn’t bother you. Get your feet off of it. The moment it moved your ass should have been blasting off. Now you have gon’ and killed something in a funny suit. This is going to be bad. really bad. Excuse me. But when did the Prime Directive kick in?
These are the Klingons we remember.
What daphuck is this?
6. It’s even scarier from the front.
- Speaking of scary? Who hired this whining little Bitch Boy as the science officer? he is scared of everything.
What is this ish right here, a cry of the single men? A mourning howl? We know nothing of this practice in Klingon customs. Where is Worf?
So many questions, but I think after tonight, many others will understand they are grooming her into the role of Captain to make us like her and develop her skills as a leader. Right now, she is a not very likable.
Is it me or is everyone pissed the hell off?
Everywhere you turn either someone is taking a knee, starting a fight on Facebook or Tweeting like some maniac.
Let’s be honest. Nothing you can post, say or Tweet about is going to change anyone’s opinions because they are already mad. The ironic thing is, what they are mad about has nothing to do with the White House, taking a knee or disrespecting the national anthem.
Did you know that several religious faiths do not stand, salute the flag or recite the national anthem simply because it is a form of idolatry? Oh hush. This is nothing new. Shadrach, Meshack and Abednego didn’t debate how or why the decision to bow down and worship Nebuchadnezzars’ gold statue was made. They simply decided they wouldn’t do it. When the music started playing they weren’t found participating. (Daniel 3:1-12)
Last week, I strolled through my news-feed to find so many distraught to the point of high blood pressure over other’s Facebook posts. The unfriending commenced with words of agony in failing to understand the motives of people. I think I can clarify some of this for you.
We have lost a reason to believe in what is critical and important in our success as humans. Nearly everyone over the age of 15 in this world walks about with a mini computer in their pocket. How do they use it? To snap pictures of themselves at weird angles or to snap shot the yummy food they are eating and you can’t have any. This is done in order to garner likes. These likes are now hearts and thumbs up which reassures everyone that they are special. They are liked. Someone even loves the new photo they have posted. Thus begins the cycle. A vicious, nasty, teeth baring cycle for reassurance that they too are a part of a collective. A collective of like minded people who like what they like.
This week, it is time to hate the knee takers. Next week, the focus is one something new to hate, dislike, disparage or ridicule. The remarks are viewed as racist.
Believe it or not, some of them are not racist. You can’t be a racist and love Prince and Michael Jackson, or Michael Jordan or Jay-Z. Hell most of them like Beyonce and carry hot sauce in their purses and bags. How you gon’ be racist singing tonight you’re going to party like it’s 1999? You aren’t racist. You are angry that you aren’t getting any, your wife left you, and you pay child support for kids you don’t even like. Go ahead and admit it. More people are swiping left on your Tinder profile and the three who call you are unattractive and you already banged. Your options are as limited as your pockets. That’s what you are really upset about Marcus! Stop trying to pretend it’s something else. You are mad because no one wants to touch your pee-pee and you have to resort to self-service. You aren’t racist.
Being upset at the 44th President doesn’t make you a racist. Not liking the 45th President doesn’t mean you hate all white people.
You don’t like that particular President.
So what? I don’t like eggplant and you don’t see me making a fuss about it. Now if I send that emoji to hubby, he’d make a fuss about it.
As a matter of fact, I don’t like a few of my co-workers. It has nothing to do with their race, it’s because they are assholes. There! I said it. I don’t like *********** because he is an asshole.
He just happens to be white.
I didn’t need to qualify my dislike of him via his race, instead I simply focus on the mess he makes in the break room and blames everyone else. See that was easy, but we have allowed our anger to get out of control and to redefine us. We are heating ourselves up over small matters which have occurred for years, that we never knew about and now, you want to get indignant over.
Do you know how that looks to others around you?
Here is a perfect example.
Ridiculous isn’t it?
So is your behavior. Now stop it. Put on your big girl pants and big boy shoes and get out there and play nice. Don’t make me come over there!
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