April 7, 2016
This is a section of my writing project based around a nameless adult struggling through growing up. Really it’s an exercise in writing different genres while speaking to a part of life I also struggle with. The project is incredibly silly but also...

This is a section of my writing project based around a nameless adult struggling through growing up. Really it’s an exercise in writing different genres while speaking to a part of life I also struggle with. The project is incredibly silly but also endearing, often I found myself in every story.

This passage is a rant the nameless adult goes on about his (and my) favourite actor.


Nic Cage

ok so i have a confession to make, i don’t know i need to confess this, my personal feelings on the matter are much stronger than most but in no way inappropriate. actually, it really bugs that i have been made to feel this way by the world around me, personally i feel this man (it’s a man i’m talking about, a great man) is very, very under appreciated and misunderstood by the world around us.

so here it is, i love Nicolas Cage, or Nicolas Coppola, he is the greatest living actor alive today, period. no one takes the risks he takes and the fact that he is misunderstood should tell you that he takes risks.

he reflects the crazier, wilder aspects of our world, he encapsulates the weird that exists in this world. when he takes on a role, he portrays his characters in ways that no one else would do or even think to do. he is an innovator of the art form. years from now maybe people will understand that and look back at him and understand what he was doing.

from laughing inappropriately, to his bug eyes, to punching out women while in bear costume, to helping us better understand the beauty that exists in death, to sharing in the pains of addiction, to long hair, bad accents and running from explosions. Nic Cage is our finest actor.

no one will every recite the alphabet better, no one will ever talk about anyone else’s hair will such zeal, no one will stare down an iguana that isn’t there and then later threaten an elderly person with a magnum revolver as well as Nic Cage.

his boldness is in his work, in his choices, always doing something different, never letting anyone pigeonhole him and always proving his worth in the field of acting.

there is no actor that has split people so passionately, that has caused such a fervour, both positive and negative. even the Nicolas Cage hate is magnificent!

go home and watch Bringing Out the Dead, Deadfall, Drive Angry, Wild At Heart, The Rock, Joe, Port of Call: New Orleans, Raising Arizona, Wicker Man, Matchstick Men, Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance, Leaving Las Vegas, Face/Off, Lord of War, Vampire’s Kiss, Weather Man, Peggy Sue Got Married, Con Air, Snake Eyes, Trespass, Kick-Ass, Knowing, Red Rock West, Moonstruck and Adaptation. go home and watch these movies, if you open your mind, he will change it.

end (of rant)

April 5, 2016
This is Theodore (he hates Teddy), actually Theodore Thaddeus Thermopolis III, and he’s a childhood companion of a character I created. He’s generally depressed with a very low opinion of most people, places and things. However, his ears are their...

This is Theodore (he hates Teddy), actually Theodore Thaddeus Thermopolis III, and he’s a childhood companion of a character I created. He’s generally depressed with a very low opinion of most people, places and things. However, his ears are their own beings, who are very excitable and generally love all people, places and things. This causes much conflict within Theodore as he wrestles through always being a pessimist with such optimism constantly being shared through his ears.

I created Theodore as a childhood companion to my character, similar to Hobbes but more inline with what I am doing with my character. My character is now an adult and all those years being neglected and left alone has not helped Theodore change his perspective, though his ears still manage to find the light in the darkness.

Anywho, I wanted a place to share him. I’m looking forward to writing him more and expanding the story to better include him.

May 22, 2015
mckelvie:
“I don’t have time to get into it more, so here it is: Everything missing from Man Of Steel in one single page of All Star Superman.
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mckelvie:

I don’t have time to get into it more, so here it is: Everything missing from Man Of Steel in one single page of All Star Superman. 

March 13, 2015

Nordegg, AB

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March 13, 2015

More shots from a trip to Nordegg, AB

March 7, 2015
Untitled

5:59. The clock’s red digits burn into Chris’ eyes. His alarm is going to go off in a minute and he will be forced to face the day ahead. He had spent the night tossing and turning, he always did when he fought with Sarah, and for the better part of the last hour he had been staring at the clock, nervously waiting, wrestling over what he should do. Wondering if she was awake too, wondering if he should just turn to her and apologize, but he doesn’t.

6:00. The alarm buzzes and Chris immediately reaches out his hand and silences the clock. He swings his feet onto the carpet and for a moment longer than he would normally, he sits on the edge of the bed. Should he wake her, he thinks.

He stands up and walks to the bathroom, deciding to let her sleep, that it would be best to let some time pass before he reopens the fresh wounds from the night before. This is the lie that Chris tells himself, because the truth was simple, he was proud and couldn’t let his remorse defeat his ego.

Chris went through the normal motions of his morning, he got ready for work, he prepared his lunch and ate a quick breakfast while catching up on Google news. These broad strokes of his morning remained usual but he couldn’t help but notice the smaller moments that were different. The coffee would be on when he came out of the shower and the smell would be in the air. The soft humming of the newest pop song at the breakfast table as he read the news. The kiss on his cheek as he left for the day, and those three simple words some times so innocuously shared but obviously missing from this morning.

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February 25, 2015
Destiny

He gazed up at the night sky, his eyes watering, his mind silent and his heart still. The only thing that could be heard was the still, small voice in his head saying,

We must go there.

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February 24, 2015

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4 Minutes Of Spectacular Solar Explosions And Eruptions

Today marks five years in space for NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory, which provides incredibly detailed images of the whole sun 24 hours a day. Capturing an image more than once per second, SDO has provided an unprecedentedly clear picture of how massive explosions on the sun grow and erupt.

February 22, 2015
hysteric

Driving through the streets, Chris is overcome with regret and a longing to be home. He should not have just left in the morning without, at least, saying “Goodbye” or “I love you”. Arriving at his home, he leaves his vehicle and runs to the front door. Reaching for doorknob, he hears it, that song, the song that meant so much to them, that was always meant to remind them of their love and devotion. He opens the door and enters his house, he sees his wife on the couch, she’s crying. She heard the door open and Chris enter but she doesn’t look up. He walks over to her, the song is just beginning, the lyrics are just now being sung, and he reaches out his hand and softly embraces her hand. He pulls her into his arms and holds her, swaying to the music, he speaks only three words in her ear, “I love you.” He kisses her.

They dance to their song, the song that reminds them of their love and devotion, because after all symbols are important to us. Symbols help us remember, when we forget.

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February 13, 2015
Tap

The breathing was heavy, in and out and in and out. It took all the energy I had to look around my room. To find what I was looking for. My eyes didn’t hurt anymore and I look around staring into the darkness.

There, in the corner of my room, by the window, was a shadow, a shadow that shouldn’t be, a shadow that didn’t belong. Watching me, waiting for me.

My hands tighten around my bed sheets. The blinds tapped against my window sill.

Tap, Tap, Tap.