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 Here you’ll find rants both childish and mature, fiction both published and unpublished, music, videos, and anything else that might wander across my brain.
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (or Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for we dumb Americans) is my favorite film from the Harry Potter series that I’ve seen because it’s the story that feels the most like an introduction to a magical world rather than yet another fantasy tale about a chosen one facing off against a great evil. Like all the films, it does a pretty good job of adapting J.K. Rowling’s original work and features an amazing cast that not only introduced the world to the likes of Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson but also included such great stars as Maggie Smith, Alan Rickman, Robbie Coltrane, Richard Harris, and more. It’s a fun time and a good movie, so now I’m going to spend some time bitching about nitpicky details. Continue reading
In the modern comics industry, you can’t go a single month without an issue that claims it “changes everything” and that “nothing will ever be the same.” It’s been a long time since those claims were true. Way back in 1940, though, there really was a Superman story that changed everything: “The K-Metal from Krypton.”
My favorite Christmas movie, without question, is How the Grinch Stole Christmas! (sorry Die Hard). The creative team, which included the likes of Chuck Jones, Boris Karloff, and Thurl Ravenscroft, but together an adventure with a gleefully evil villain but still managed to make it one of the most touching Christmas films ever conceived. So, naturally, I’m going to spend some time here picking it apart. Continue reading
In December 1940, the people of the United States got their first taste of a superhero known as Captain America. This star-spangled soldier introduced himself to the world by punching Adolf Hitler in the face. Can’t get more American than that, right?
Too bad Cap’s creators Joe Simon and Jack Kirby got death threats over that cover. Continue reading
Things have been slow around here for a while, mostly due to the fact that I have a ton of other writing projects going on right now. A good chunk of those projects can now be found at chbrooks.com, which will serve as a hub for my publications, blog entries, and other author-related odds and ends.
The Screamsheet still has a place and will start to get updates on an as-I-can-get-to-it basis. Essentially, while chbrooks.com is the home of all the things that I want associated with me professionally, the Screamsheet will remain the home of other odds and ends that bounce around my mind, including RPGs, rants, and the occasional fight.
If you’ve noticed the drop-off in posts here, head to the new site and see what I’ve been working on throughout the summer. There’s already a lot there, and more will be added frequently.
I’m trying out contacts for the first time in my life. I’ve been wanting to wear contacts for at least 15 years, but my severe astigmatism makes my corneas look like Madonna’s pointy bra from the 1990s. Special weighted lenses have always cost too much.
However, technology marches on and has brought the price of those lenses down while my salary has increased significantly over the years. At 18, I lived on a sack of potatoes and some Mountain Dew for a week. Now in my mid-30s, I have enough disposable income that I can buy my kids a sack of potatoes every day if I wanted to – yes, I’m pretty wealthy if wealth is measured in the number of consecutive days you can buy bulk potatoes. Also, I can now afford those long sought-after contact lenses.
The death of Superman is an iconic moment in comics that brought a new level of introspection and insight to comics. It should rightfully be regarded as a true classic.
No, not that one. I’m talking about the original death of Superman, which was an “imaginary story” (basically DC’s version of Marvel’s “What-If” comics) that occurred in Superman #149.