I’ve updated my Graphic Novel page with a brief plot synopsis. This particular story has evolved a lot over the years. I find myself constantly tweaking the dynamics between different characters in the story.
Sorry kids, if you don’t have permission to view the page then you won’t be able to read it. If I don’t know you then why would I give you permission? 
Why would I post it at all since it’s protected? Because I can…….
I found this awesome fan video highlighting the ‘unusual’ connection John and Cameron have.
I’m man enough to admit that I squirted a few tears after I saw this. It’s the use of the “Love Theme” from the original Terminator movie that does it for me.
I still think it’s creepy as hell…….
This show just plain rocks, no question. If you haven’t seen it yet then shame on you!
Here’s my favorite scene from the Season 2 premiere.
Warning! Spoilers contained here:
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The High Definition Wars culminated with the death of HD DVD. Sony managed to whoop Toshiba with very little effort and Blu Ray aficionados everywhere let out a collective sigh of relief.
I, like many others, was one of the poor folks who decided to jump on the HD DVD wagon. Truth be told I truly believed that HD DVD would stick around for a long time. Unfortunately that did not happen and I found myself with an obsolete add-on for my Xbox 360 sitting on my shelf collecting dust.
In the aftermath of HD DVD’s final judgement I have found myself finally switching to Blu Ray. My verdict on the format? Not a damn thing different from HD DVD — seriously. The menu styles are identical in almost every way. The sound is the same as well (don’t believe the hype folks). One thing I did notice was a slight slow-down on the Blu Ray movie load times. Of course I blame the PlayStation 3 and its ridiculously slow processor.
And on that note, here is a funny video comparing HD DVD’s defeat to Hitler’s defeat:
****Beware! Some foul language below!****
Ah, the game I love to hate.
When I was a Junior in High School a friend of mine introduced me to Games Workshop and Citadel Miniatures table top game “Warhammer 40K”. I was immediately hooked. The skill of the people at GW was astounding to me at the time. These little plastic and metal models were a wonder to behold when assembled and painted. I spent that school year and summer collecting and playing tabletop games with my circle of friends. It was awesome….
However, all good things must come to an end. The next school year I found myself moving away to another state, far from the fellow gamers I had come to know so well. And so the novelty wore off. I stopped playing the game and I sold all of my armies that I had collected.
Fast forward about a decade. I found myself walking into a Comic Book Shop and staring at the multitude of Citadel Miniatures contained therein. After some peer pressure from the patrons I decided to get ‘back in the game’ so to speak. I purchased a Necron Battleforce and I have spent the better part of two months getting them ready for war.
So I sit here painting my current army, wondering just how long it will take for me to lose interest again.
To be continued…..
My father was a military man through and through. Lived and breathed the Army every day and he always had a great story to tell his boys about life on the base. Whether it was the story about the cat that had sex with the skunk or the time he and his division tarred and feathered a guy for trying to steal a service pistol — that was who my Dad was.
I say ‘was’ because nowadays my Father is a shell of his former self. A few years ago he went a little nuts and poured gasoline on himself — ouch.
I haven’t spoken to him since 2000 — mainly because I was a punk kid who thought he knew everything. The other reason is because he chose to focus his attention on his other family and forgot all about his boys. That and he never really took any interest in my talents. He wanted me to go into the military and get shot so that he could collect the insurance money. That’s who my father is — and I’ll never forget it.
Does it suck not having a Father who gives a crap about me? Hell yeah it does. It hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt to know that I no longer have a connection with him.
For a long time now I have seen myself slowly become my Father, in my relationships and also in my procrastination. Because of that I have worked extra hard for the last two years trying to be a better person. Better than HIM.
