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 Here you’ll find rants both childish and mature, fiction both published and unpublished, music, videos, and anything else that might wander across my brain.
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.
To somebody used to the grim and brooding modern Batman, Golden Age stories involving the Caped Crusader are fairly weird. From Batman’s occasional habit of gunning criminals down to the appearance of aliens and monsters every few issues, it’s safe to say that the Dark Knight took a few years to find his footing. Case in point: Batman #1 from 1940, which introduced the character of Catwoman, known then merely as the Cat.