If there’s something strange in your neighborhood… who you gonna call?! In my case, the pizza guy because I’d be damned hungry after running away. But I’ve been very fortunate thus far in my encounters with the paranormal. Yes, I’m a believer. Make fun of me if you wish, but I’m certain ghosts exist. I mean, I’ve never experienced something so terrifying that I’ve felt compelled to call some real-life ghost hunters (though admittedly, I’d be exited to meet Jason and Grant). No run-ins with statuesque hellhounds; androgynous, ancient gods; transparent librarians; or goopy, green ectoplasm. (more…)
I’ve been going back and forth the entire month trying to figure out a topic for my monthly blog post, but I just couldn’t zero in on anything of interest. It’s the curse of the writer’s block. However, while going through some photos I took during Wonder Con last weekend, I realized that I haven’t really blogged about my Ninja Turtles fandom. And that’s kind of a shame because they played such a huge part in my childhood, and they continue to inspire and entertain me to this day (with the exception of Michael Bay’s movies – I’m a fan of Ninja Turtles, not the ugly, illegitimate love children of Shrek and The Hulk).
I supported a Kickstarter project recently called “People of Colo(u)r Destroy Science Fiction!” which was created by the good people at Lightspeed Magazine (the same folks who published the Women Destroy…! and Queers Destroy…! series). I have a story in submission for this project, but even if I don’t get published here, I think it’s awesome for a magazine with a huge readership to spotlight writers like myself who identify as “people of color.” I think it’s a very exciting time to be a fan of genre fiction. There are so many emerging writers with different cultural and ethnic backgrounds who are contributing to and reshaping the definitions of science fiction and fantasy. More unique voices means more unique stories. And that’s a good thing.
I’ll just say it up front: I’ve been to San Diego Comic Con (SDCC) multiple times, the most recent being in 2013. Without a doubt, that con is the biggest and baddest one in terms of famous guests, exclusive swag, exciting announcements, and amazing booths. Because of the magic of SDCC, I’ve had the opportunity to meet some of my heroes in the field of entertainment, such as Kevin Eastman (Ninja Turtles co-creator), Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko (creators of Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra), and Sean Astin (Mikey from The Goonies, Samwise from LOTR, and Raphael in the current TMNT cartoon). A large con like that, however, has many downfalls. There are lines that stretch on forever, hot bodies squished into narrow passageways, limited places to sit and rest, no guarantees on attending that dream panel, and the prices for food, hotel rooms, and other necessities will make any grown Jedi weep for those long-lost days as a padawan frolicking amongst the Ewoks.
**This post is part of the very first Stonecoast Blog Train, linking the blogs of several Stonecoast students and alumni. Hop aboard and take a ride! Everyone’s really nice. Except me, I bite. Giggity.**
Blog Train Theme: Who are you? What’s this blog-a-ma-jig for?
I’m a storyteller. I came to this conclusion at a very young age. One Saturday morning, after yet another spectacular episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Michelangelo had met his hero, Bug Man – yeah, it’s gross in hindsight), I turned to my stash of action figures and began a new adventure with my favorite terrapins. Leonardo, out on his own to pick up a sardine and jellybean pizza, was ambushed and kidnapped by the evil Shredder and his goons. Now leaderless, Don, Raph, and Mikey struggled to save him. They invaded the Shredder’s fortress, consisting of an ottoman and a dining room chair, but it was heavily guarded. There were enemies everywhere! Then Donatello came up with a brilliant idea: he sent out an S.O.S. to other heroes in the land of Saturday Morning Adventures. With a mighty wind, the Ultimate Warrior (forever stuck in one pose because his legs weren’t built to move), Duke (inexplicably half the size of everyone else, so his guns looked laughably pathetic), and Bumblebee (half-transformed because that shit was complicated) arrived to aid the forces of good. When the dust cleared, Leonardo was free, but Duke had died in the rescue effort. That’s okay, though. I only missed him half of the time.