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Greetings fans of the movie industry! (And everyone else.)

Today’s rant is on the stupidity that is Hollywood.

The last two days I have been reading about how “Jack the Giant Slayer” has failed at the box-office. It made in it’s Domestic Release $28 million. Which, apparently now is considered a failure, but in the past, if a movie made $10 million on it’s opening weekend it was considered a success. But, then again, it cost a estimated $200 million to produce.

Before I go further, I want to state clearly that though it “flopped” it’s opening weekend, it WAS the #1 film of the weekend. Second place went to Identity Theft which is on it’s fourth week, and this week it made $9.7 million for a total of $107.4 million.

Now… Back to my thoughts.

Look, here it is, plain and simple:

The movie industry employees a frickin TON of skilled workers, carpenters, electricians, cooks, various staff for cleaning, primping, security etc, not to mention Directors, Writers, Producers, Movie Stars, etc. All of these people need money just like the rest of us, and they need to work to get that money, just like the rest of us.

That said, our economy sucks like a vacuum.

The movie people (the higher ups making the calls) need to take into consideration that a family of four cannot afford to take the kids to see a movie in the movie theater. $9 for ticket, $3 for 3D glasses (which they want returned but don’t want to give you a refund on), $4 for a drink, $8 for popcorn… For one person that is a total of $24. Multiple that times 4 and for a night out for a family of four (not including the gas money to get to the theater) and you are spending $96.

People can’t afford to go to the movies like they used to, but that isn’t stopping Hollywood for churning out film after film.

Hollywood, you need to pull a cue card from the past.

  • Don’t release a ton of new films every week.
  • Let some films sit in the theater for a few weeks to gain watchers.
  • Don’t spend hundreds of millions of dollars on a ton of films.
  • Encourage movie theaters to offer “loyalty programs” such as, “Watch 6 movies this year, and come see one for free.”
  • Reduce children’s tickets to a MUCH LOWER price. (In some theaters, kids over the age of 2 are almost full price.)

So, there you go. My thoughts.

Also.. on a side note… No. I am not going to mention ANYTHING about my fears of Disney and their ownership of Star Wars, and how badly Disney is failing repeatedly on films lately. Nope. Not going to mention it at all.


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Change is coming.

Something new…

Something old…

I may ask a favor.

I may need a hand.

I hope one of you responds.

I hope one of you can.

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Sometimes some of us come across periods in our lives where we find Darkness. Sometimes it’s a fear or a thought. Sometimes it’s a action or motion. Sometimes it’s a person or a place. No matter what it is, it is still a Darkness. And, we each, in our own way fight that Darkness, struggle against it, run from it, hide from it, scream at it, cry from it, and we all just want it to go away.

Sometimes, some of us become incredibly lucky and things happen, or words are said, or actions are delivered, or… sometimes, people come into your life that help you diminish that Darkness. Oh, not all people. Sometimes you can come across people that you should never have let into your life. That you should never have befriended. Have never have listened to their lies, believed their promises, been enpassioned by their words… And those people increase the Darkness you know.

But sometimes, sometimes something rare and good happens. Sometimes that Darkness is swept away from you and you never think about it again except on a random night. But, for all intents and purposes, that Darkness, that fear, those memories… Sometimes they go away.

I don’t know exactly when some of my ugliest Darkness disappeared. I don’t know exactly who to thank for it. I know that in the last 10 years I have let some good people into my life. I have also let some rather nasty ones in as well. I know I harbored and hid some pretty ugly Darkness. Today, I was reminded of one or two of them, and then I realized that they had been gone. I don’t think they are back to traumatize me. I don’t think they will haunt my nightmares again. But, I also don’t think that they will impact my life like they had.

I want to thank all of those that had been a light in my life, who have helped remove this Darkness. I hope that if I haven’t yet, that one day I will be able to repay the kindness.

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A Memory


It’s odd, sometimes, the way your mind works.

I’ve not been truly busy, not doing much, work, writing, photo manipulations/art… But, beyond that, not much.

And, I have also not been thinking of people from my past.

Not necessarily on purpose… It’s just… Well, you know how people fade away when they aren’t around anymore.

I had a friend.

A good friend.

A great friend.

He’s gone now.

Long time gone.

But, today, someone at work mentioned some guy my friend and I knew.

I remember when me and this friend met this guy. And it lead to meeting another guy.

And there we were, these four people, in a large, loud city…

Oh what fun we had.

I couldn’t tell you much.

I know the trip was a blast and three halves.

I know we walked or used a borrowed limo to get to every place we went to.

I couldn’t tell you how many or which clubs we went to… But we had a ton of fun.

It was wickedly awesome.

And though I cant remember a lot of it, save the three guys, the laughter at various tables at various places…

Even though I cant remember that, it is one of my most favorite and cherished memories.

And, I rarely think about it.

When my co-worker mentioned that something/someone from that time, I smiled, remembering it.

And then I remembered my friend.

And then… I realized I had forgotten him.

I had forgotten his spiky hair, and his eyes, the way they would light up when he had a brilliant idea.

I forgot how, sometimes, in the middle of the night he would go, “Hey, let’s go find some trouble.”

I had forgotten his laugh, and how contagious it was.

I had forgotten him.

I had forgotten him, and it breaks my heart.

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Sometimes a family member can influence and feed a passion and not know how deeply they have touched you.

My father did that with me and flying.

I don’t know exactly when it started, or even why. But a lot of my good memories of my father are when we went to airports. Sometimes, we just went to walk around the terminals. Sometimes just to watch planes take-off and land. It was large airports or small ones. Lunken Airport, Greater Cincinnati International Airport, or smaller ones.

We would guess at where the planes were going, and talk about places we would like to go. As planes would land we would try to guess which airline they were from before we could see it clearly. At small airports we would walk around parked and tied down planes and he would tell me stories.

One of the airports, Lunken, is a older airport, and it has a nice restaurant inside, and on a few occasions he took me there and we would eat and watch the planes.

I loved these times.

Even after he had left my life, I would still go to airports to walk around, and watch the flights. (Can’t do that now, though. Stupid terrorists.)

When I was in my Sophomore year in high school, I figured out what I wanted to do as a career. I wanted to become a pilot. I bought a “trial flight” and went up in a Cessna 152 with a pilot for a hour. Found out that not only do I love to fly, but I was a natural at it. My high school offered a course called Aviation Science and it counted as 50 hours of ground school. I took the course, and loved it!

When I graduated from high school, I went to Spartan School of Aeronautics, and learned to fly.

Learning to fly is VERY expensive, and I ran out of funds and had… “personality conflicts” with the man who ran it the school. And I came home, and I do not have a pilot’s license anymore, but I wouldn’t trade it in for anything.

I still love to fly, and I love the memories I have of my dad and our times together.

Thanks Dad. I Love You.

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Best Friend

If you’re alone, I’ll be your shadow.

If you want to cry, I’ll be your shoulder.

If you want a hug, I’ll be your pillow.

If you need to be happy, I’ll be your smile.

But anytime you need a friend, I’ll just be me.

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So, I have a sister.

She is two and a half years younger then me, and a pain in the royal bum.

We have NEVER got along. Dont roll your eyes at me. It is true. We never got along when we were kids, and we certainly never got along when we were older.

When I was five, and she was 2, I managed to get her into an amazing amount of trouble… until my not-so-bright mother caught on…

It was 1977, and we had just moved into the new house. It was a one-story, three bedroom house. It being the 70’s, yes, we had some weird wall paper. the smallest area was the hall to the bedrooms. three small sections had this weird striped paper, one inch stripe that alternated between gold (no kidding, metallic gold) and black velvet. (Dont ask, I really have no clue what the heck the previous owners were thinking.)

So, I was in trouble making mood, and grabbed a piece of chalk. I remember standing on my tip-tip-tippy toes and reaching up as high as I can…. and drawing a big old X write on that wall paper. (It was pink chalk.) I drew X’s and O’s all over the hall and my sisters room, and then I tossed the challk into her crib, where she watched me, happy as a lark.

Then… I ran into the den, yelling, “Mommy! Mommy! Guess what she did!!!!” To which my mother ran into my sisters room, seeing all this on the walls, and spanked her but good!

And then she realized, 1.) my sister couldn’t reach that high, and 2.) she was still in the crib. Then I got my spankings, but it was totally worth it.

With that, of course, there was more to follow in the years. There were the times I got her to eat dog snacks, and the time I got her to drink my grandfather’s beer. Yes, we had some fun times… But, we didnt get along.

See, she was the “angel”. She was the one who could do no wrong. She was the one everyone would help. (Not that she knew how to write a thank you note, nor would she ever do it.)

When I was in High School and tried to fill out college applications, there is that little thing they ask, “Parents income”. I asked my mother, and the answer I got was, “You dont need to know that.” There were things that parents had to go through so we could continue education… Go to college prep meetings, fill out applications, speak to counselors… she never did that for me. My sister, on the other hand, she did it all for her. went to all the meetings, toured the schools, filled out the applications… And my sister went to college.

My sister, the “angel”, had a child before graduating from high school. I have a high understanding of education. I was determined to make sure my sister would graduate. I stopped what I was doing and told her that I would take care of the baby and she could finish school.

She would drop the baby off with me in the morning, and go to school. I and my grandparents (Cause I was living with them still) would watch my niece, and then in the afternoon, my sister was supposed to come home from school, and I would go to work.


Apparently, she didnt see why HER life had to change.

She would go to school, hang out after, watch the sport teams play, go to dances, hang out with friends, go to the games, etc. while I would have to call into work I would be late, or I went to work, leaving my grandparents watching the baby.

After a few months of this crap, I told her that she goes to school,and comes home, or she can find someone else to take care of the baby. She threw a fit, and then my mother stepped in. Her words were, and I quote, “You promised her you would take care of the baby, and you will take care of her.”

I wasnt allowed to take my niece anywhere, like the park, the mall, the grocery store, because my sister didnt trust me to take her. No, I am not kidding. And, my mother supported that. If I took photos of the baby, that was fine. Do you think she ever gave me any? No. One time I even paid for a photo session and sitting, and even though I paid, I only got ONE picture and THAT I stole!

When my sister was finished with high school, and college, she was looking for a place to live, and I found a place in a neighborhood that would allow my niece to remain in her school system. It was a nice 3 bedroom townhouse with 2 bathrooms. $900 a month, which was a great deal. My sister was all for it. I told her the cost and I said, “It would be $450 each and I would pay 1/3 water, heat and electric.” To which she said, “Why a third? And why do I have to pay half the rent?”

I have since not been allowed to have any communication with my niece, over some matter, or another. The very last time I saw her was March, 2001, when my grandmother was buried.

I Hate my mother.

I Hate my sister.

But I always have loved my little Katie-cat.

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