Welcome to the Screamsheet! This place can best be described as a reflection of my weird and fragmented personality. Here you’ll find rants both childish and mature, fiction both published and unpublished, music, videos, and anything else that might wander across my brain.
I read my son How the Grinch Stole Christmas!, because why the hell wouldn’t I?
One particular picture gave me pause:
An image through fog. A woman sits at a park bench on a cold day, feeding pigeons. She holds crumbled bread in one hand and an open prescription bottle in the other. She tosses crumbs out to the birds, then surreptitiously slips a pill from her bottle into the food, too fast for the birds to notice. A bloated pigeon takes to the air, flies clumsily across the street, and crashes head first into a brick wall. White foam bubbles out from its beak as it hits the ground. Continue reading
I had almost forgotten that I promised to talk about Love Never Dies in my discussion of the 2004 Phantom of the Opera film. Maybe I had blocked it out of my memory. Regardless, folks who are sick of hearing me complain about Gerard Butler’s Phantom can be happy that there is something I dislike even more. Continue reading
My family and I watched Jurassic Park over the weekend. I really need to stress that it’s a good movie, because I’m about to spend quite a bit of time making fun of it. Continue reading