About My Reviews

I like reviewing books and movies, for fun and because I like having a Review feature on my site. I wouldn’t say I’m a good reviewer, I’m not even sure I’m doing it right. I try not to reveal too much about the book or movie I’m reviewing and just give enough to spark interest in the story. But sometimes I worry that I’m spoiling it for people.

I especially like reviewing books, I don’t review as many movies. With the books, it’s partly a public record for myself, to keep track of the books I read. It’s also to tell you about these fantastic books. I believe in telling people about books and authors. Word of the mouth can sell books and writers gotta eat too.

My reviews are mostly positive. A couple are not completely positive, but they aren’t entirely negative either. I’m not a picky reader and I enjoy most of the books I read. Some more than others, but I can’t think of too many that I really disliked.

I remember a project that Mrs. Cole, my Special Ed teacher at Elva Lynch Elementary School, had us do one year. Each of us had a bookworm on the wall. It was a circle-shaped paper head with two points on the top that I guess were antennas. I’m pretty sure everyone’s bookworm was smiling.

The head was what you started with. Then, for every book you read, you’d write the title, author’s name and something about the book on a red, blue, yellow or green circle. That circle would be stuck on the wall next to your bookworm’s head. The more books you read, the longer your bookworm would get.

My bookworm was only three or four circles long. At the time, I thought reading was torture and no kid should be subjected to it. I read as little as I could. Other kids in the class had great, long bookworms, while mine was a squished little thing.

These days, I enjoy reading as much as I enjoy watching TV and I’m doing something like Mrs. Cole’s bookworm project.  Expanding my list of book reviews.

And that’s today’s blog entry. Peace.

Lucky Number Slevin (2006)

So, a few days ago, I discovered Lucky Number Slevin on Netflix and have watched it three times since. It’s another badass movie. Stars Bruce Willis, Morgan Freeman, Ben Kingsley, Josh Hartnett and Lucy Liu.

Slevin’s luck has gone bad. All in one day, Slevin loses his job, finds out his apartment building is condemned, he goes to his girlfriend’s place and finds her in bed with another man. So, he goes to stay with his friend, Nick, in another town and gets mugged along the way.

Get the picture? Slevin’s not having a good day. But it’s far from over. Slevin arrives to find Nick isn’t home, but since Nick was expecting him and the apartment door was open, Slevin goes in and gets himself cleaned up. That’s when things go from bad to worse.

Turns out, Nick owes two different gangsters a lot of money. Men show up at Nick’s apartment and find Slevin. They think Slevin is Nick. Since Slevin lost his wallet when he was mugged, he doesn’t have his I.D. to prove he’s not Nick.

The two gangsters that Nick owes money to are at war with each other. Because Nick owes them so much money, the gangsters decide that instead of having Slevin pay back what Nick owes, they want Slevin to kill for them.

It’s a fun movie and hilarious.

Can any of my teams beat the most hated foes?

*grumble* *grumble* *mutter* *sneer* *scoff*

Grrr.

First Michigan lost to Ohio State. >:(

Then, last night, the Lions lost to the Cowboys. >:(

Through most of the first half, the Lions looked good and we thought they were going to do it, but of course not.

I guess the refs made some questionable calls. There was what appeared to be a facemask grab committed by a Cowboy as he was about to cross into the end zone. I think the refs decided it was a touch, not a grab. Maybe it was, I dunno.

Another time, Caldwell was calling for a timeout. It looked like he’d called for the timeout a few times, but the clock was still ticking. Caldwell looked pissed.

That’s what I noticed. But, even if the refs didn’t make a single bad call, the Lions still would’ve lost. Looked like their performance dropped in the second half. Prater even missed a field goal. The final score was 21-42. Yay. >:(

So, now the Lions and the Packers share the NFC North’s top shelf, with 9-8 each. The Lions and the Packers will have the Sunday Night Football slot on, well, Sunday night. That will be the last game of the regular season.

Also, Friday night, Michigan plays Florida State in the Orange Bowl. I know Michigan will win. Wish I could say the same about the Lions when they play the Packers on Sunday.

The Day After Christmas

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Christmas came and went. I got a few gifts. A pan, socks, towels, a flannel shirt, smoked sausage and cheese, a couple boxes of chocolates, a battery powered lantern, and this wooden box here.

I really like this wooden box. The painting on the front is real impressive too. The handles on the sides are pieces of rope. It measures 16 inches long, 9 inches wide, 10 inches high and 8 1/2 inches deep. A good sized box.

I don’t know what I’ll keep in it. Any suggestions? I don’t print up copies of my manuscripts anymore, so that’s not an option. But this looks like a box meant for holding things of importance, things that are special to me.

It makes me wish I had a collection of black powder pistols, because that’s where I’d keep them. Or maybe a single-action .45 LC pistol, preferably one made by Colt, with its leather holster and bullet loaded belt. I’d like to add those guns to my collection some day, but don’t know if it’ll ever happen.

But something needs to go in this wooden box.

It’s Christmas

Christmas is here again. When I was a kid, Christmas was the most exciting time of the year and I could not sleep the night before Christmas. My most memorable gift is that 20 gauge shotgun I got when I was twelve or thirteen. Think I was probably twelve, because the spring after that Christmas, I had my first hunting trip. I’m sure I was thirteen at that point and my birthday is in March.

I also got that pocket magnifying glass a few years ago and it’s something I never go anywhere without. The only time it’s out of my pocket is when I’m using it to read something that can’t be enlarged. I use the magnifying glass to read just about everything that’s printed on paper.

I just turned on A Christmas Story. In my opinion, it’s the best Christmas movie ever made.

I’ll be at Mom and Dad’s later.

Merry Christmas.

Looks like we’ll have a very icy Christmas

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Well, it’s December 24, Christmas Eve. There hasn’t been a heavy snowfall since the last heavy snowfall. I bought a new snow shovel last week and I’d like to use it. But, instead of snowfall, we’ve been having snowmelt and there’s  ice.

I’m staying home today. Got beer and pizza. There’s a bunch of Christmas movies on TV. and I might watch a couple. TNT will start running A Christmas Story at 8 PM and looks like it’ll be rolling back-to-back for 24 hours. If you’re someone who has never seen A Christmas Story, you really should check it out. You might hate it, but you might love it.

USPS workers don’t get the day off, apparently.

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Landmines in Fiction

Yesterday I blogged about how shootings are often weirdly exaggerated in fiction. That brought to mind another thing I often notice, how landmines function in fiction.

How many movies have you seen where a group of soldiers are making their way cross-country and you hear a click? The soldiers stop and look around at each other, and then one of them says “It’s me.”

If the unlucky soldier is really generous, he’ll stand there until his buddies are a safe distance away, and then he’ll lift his foot. Boom, he’s dead.

It’s hard not to think that all the soldier had to do was jump to the ground, cover his head with his arms, and the blast wave might not have done much damage. They jump to the ground when grenades are thrown at them, why can’t they do it when they step on landmines?

Research shows that there were times in real wars when landmines did not function properly and you could stand on them without them going off. But a properly functioning landmine will not give a warning. You won’t hear a click. When you step on a landmine, it goes off. You’re not required to lift your foot for it to go off.

I think the people who create these scenes know this. They might even know that a 12 gauge and .44 Magnum won’t send a person flying backward in real life. Maybe they put those things in because it makes the scenes more thrilling for people who aren’t obsessed with the details like I am.

Personally, I wouldn’t do it that way. I’m overly obsessed with trying to get everything exactly right in my fiction And I’m still afraid that readers of my work will find so many booboos.

Shot in Fiction

I keep seeing scenes in stories and movies, where Character A shoots Character B with, say, a .44 Magnum or a 12 gauge shotgun. Character B goes flying through the air until he crashes into the wall behind him.

That just doesn’t happen. Not when shot with a .44 Magnum, not when shot with a 12 gauge. Not even a .50 BMG will send Character B flying backward. It’s entirely possible that he wouldn’t even fall down right away.

If Character A wanted to make Character B fly backward, he’d probably need to shoot him with a rocket launcher. But then, the rocket would just blow Character B to pieces.

If shot with a .44 Magnum, 12 gauge, .50 BMG or any other caliber, Character B will not fly backward. His feet won’t leave the ground. If the projectile hits Character B in the chest, he might fall backward or he might stumble around a bit, and then fall. But he’s not going to be lifted off the ground

The Walking Dream

The Walking Dead is on break and won’t be back until February. If the Walkers aren’t infesting my TV, they’re infesting my dreams. Since the latest episode, I’ve had two dreams that featured Walkers.

Last night, I escaped a town that was overrun by Walkers. I had a bolt-action rifle, but only four bullets. I outran the group of Walkers that was chasing me and found myself in an empty barnyard.

Or I thought it was empty. I stepped on a tripwire and Walkers began coming from every direction. I fired my rifle until it was empty and had to use the rifle as a club to fight my way through the herd.

I made it through without getting bit, but soon stepped on another tripwire that somehow (I don’t know how) attracted more Walkers.

There were too many. They closed in around me and I woke up.

It was fun.