Days Without Sugar: Advertising advertising everywhere, nor any spot to think…

I was weeding the very farthest side of the lawn when a group of strangers rounded the corner. “Can I show you guys something I just hate?,” she asked. No one answered, but no one needs to answer that kind of non-question question. I knew immediately she was talking, of course, about my front window. …

Commencing countdown: A MOUTHFUL OF CANDY, or, PUSSYCAT

I’ve re-written and re-approached this story several times; it was pitched to me by a producer who wanted badly to make a movie about zines.  We were both very happy with how the script turned out, however, it was never filmed, and since then, I’ve often tried to re-angle it without the zinester element.  Now, …

The Bitter Taste of Defeat, aka No Surrender

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak: After making it through Christmas Day and dinner resisting all the shortbread and peanut butter chocolate balls, after discovering there wasn’t even any pie to worry about impressing my mom by eating, I met a temporary Waterloo upon stumbling over the leftovers of the peach trifle …

Patterns: CAPTAIN AMERICA

In a way I can’t believe I spent this kind of time on CAPTAIN AMERICA; however in Grade 2 I heard, one Remembrance Day, a horrifying story that I never forgot, and this movie had the exact same story in it.  It hit a personal nerve and compelled me; this movie really got me as …