Mine eyes have seen the horror of the coming of the End
The Apocalypse is dawning as the flames of Hell ascend
The Beast will rear his ugly head and then he'll eat your friends
Repent or you'll be doomed!

Glory, glory Armageddon!
Glory, glory Armageddon!
Glory, glory Armageddon!
The Devil marches on!

In the course of writing Wedlocked, I've inadvertently created a mini-universe engendered of the place known fondly as Hell, and filled it with as much parodying, satire and smartassery as possible. It's one of the few original concepts that I've taken to a new level, and perhaps the deepest spectrum of creativity I've ever put into an original idea. There's a whole realm of mythology and politics and traditions and "values" and I'm immensely proud of the whole thing. I hope that one day I'll be able to turn this concept into something concrete, and perhaps base my first original literary attempt off of it. It'll either be a hit or the Catholic community will sic the Pope on me.

Some time ago I caught Black Snake Moan on TV and I actually enjoyed it. It was a good story with symbology to boot (my favorite). Too bad it wasn't a book or I might have loved it. In any case, over the course of the months that passed I fantasized about a parody, since that's the principal function of my brain. My newest fandom fit the bill and won the bid, and last night I wrote the intro while the internet was down. This latest concoction in my queue of Ghost Rider crimes I dub Black Heart Moan. If the title makes you facepalm in utter despair, give me a second chance. It's not as bad as it sounds and I'm working really hard on perfecting (heh, I said 'hard on') my creative narrative. Please give it a read if you like (it's not much yet, though) and tell me your thoughts.

Everybody knows two things: 1) A movie is never as good as the literature upon which it is based, and 2) A movie's sequel never does as well as its predecessor.

It seems like the producers are going from consideration to commencement with Ghost Rider 2, which sends waves of horror rippling through every fiber of my pink mortal guts. The first Ghost Rider was mildly entertaining at best. And I'm a fan. There was no character development, it lacked a solid storyline, the plot had more holes than Blackburn, Lancashire, and I firmly believe that the only reason a copy of the screenplay cannot be obtained from the internet is because Mark Steven Johnson, who couldn't write directions out of a cardboard box, is trying to cover up his hack-and-slash job of mangling the putrid puddle of pus he'd already offered up as a screenplay.

Yeah, those are harsh words. But I believe I'm justified in my convictions. Ghost Rider could have been an epic movie of pure yes, but it wasn't. And I know that Johnson had a hand in selling the film short of its potential. A lot of people did, including the actors themselves. It was dumbed down and raped from its comic form, washed, wrung, hung to dry, and translated into a tangled jumble of CG-garbage. While I enjoy the movie for my own sick intents and purposes, I don't approve of what was done in order to bring one of the coolest Marvel legends to the masses.

Bottom line: It could have been done better. A lot better.

I dread the even bigger flop that GR2 will bring. It makes me sick just to think of it. I can't imaging fucking up GR more than it's already been fucked, but unlike most of the GR filmmakers, I've got an imagination and the things I'm seeing scare the shit out of me. Unless Johnson took a hike, had an epiphany, or learned to write those directions out of that cardboard box, my hopes are living downstairs with Satan. (Who says that if Hell gets anymore bad rep that he'll unleash Armageddon three years early.)

I have spent entirely too much time making my new flash-based fanpage, but I think it was worth it, even if it never gets visited.

ALL HELL, a Ghost Rider travesty.

I've got so much to do it's unbelievable. Fics to write, presents to wrap, emails to reply to, correspondences to catch up with . . . And I thought the holidays were for relaxing.

¡NO!