Alas, Poor Peanut; I Knew Him Well
By Jason T Sparks My relationship to advertising is complicated, and I know exactly why. I grew up around advertising; my father was an account executive at an agency called Carden & Cherry for...
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By Jason T Sparks My relationship to advertising is complicated, and I know exactly why. I grew up around advertising; my father was an account executive at an agency called Carden & Cherry for...
Our family was just leaving the house to see “Rogue One” at a neighborhood theater in suburban Florida when we heard the news that Carrie Fisher had died. Watching the film, it was hard...
You’ve heard the one about people whistling past the graveyard, to hide their fear? What would you say if you’d seen film festival-goers up to their elbows in a prop body? During Fantastic Fest...
Earlier this month noted political blogger Andrew Sullivan had an essay in New York Magazine, where he talked about leaving the Internet and social media for his health. Sullivan talks about our recent change...
I’m all for bar games, but the new “Satanic Panic” room at the Highball in Austin, Texas may be a bit too far. Unveiled as part of Fantastic Fest, the room will be continue...
A lot of horror films are all about the struggles of those left behind, as the survivors of whatever “big bad” is picking them off one by one. The new Blair Witch film...
Waking up on Sunday morning to the news of the tragedy of the Pulse nightclub shooting in Florida, my first reaction was to text my brother-in-law in Florida. Mr. Martin is an elementary school...
Earlier this evening a friend came over to the house, and asked in passing if I was still missing David Bowie. Of course I said yes. We live in a world where the endless...
Last year we were sad to report the death of Star Wars universe science fiction writer Aaron Allston. There was a memorial service/ celebration of life for Aaron in Austin, Texas a little over a year...
When I was in high school, I had the most traumatic dental experience of anyone I know. Stop reading now if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable. When I was 15 years-old, I...