The pale-skinned man sprayed his face with metallic paint, and, as the men next to him cheered him on, leapt onto a nearby car in a fiery explosion of stupidity and also fire. The car was perfectly intact, because, obviously it was protected from suicide bombers. It was the President’s fucking car. They thought of shit like suicide bombing road bandits when they built cars for Presidents.
“Dammit!” Martin O’Malley shouted, slamming his fist onto his desk. The sheer force of the impact cratered the desk. “Get me a new desk, this one is wearing out!” Several men rushed in, grabbed the desk, and carried it away from the Campaign HQ control room, hopefully bringing in a new one soon enough.
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I was published a long time back, here you go
by Elly Baker
White powder falls from the sky
Frozen gale travels through the air
Touches your nose
Turns it into a cherry
on top of a milkshake
Feet crunch ice against each step of the stairway
Under the patio
Its roof a shield from wind
In front of you the entrance to your home
Its door a gatekeeper
Your feet on the mat reading “Welcome”
You grip the door handle
frigid against your palm like a can of soda
Warm air brushes your face
You step in.
The artificial fireplace burns
its plastic logs perpetually
Sending waves of heat
Your raw nose stings
and your ears burn
A snowflake dashes in before you close the door
Disappears in a wisp, still floating in the air
Your eyes snap forward
Pine tree, PVC
ornamented with a rainbow of items
you almost laugh
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As you may have noticed, I have made close to zero posts on this blog this year. My interest in blogging has severely dwindled in the past year or two and rather than leaving this site on an empty note, I decided I would give it a send-off. Obviously, I’m not going to be deleting the site or anything, so everything already on here will stay up, but I won’t be making any new posts. The Backblog is a relic of my high school life, really; I started it a week before I started high school, and it was about the end of high school when I stopped making regular posts. So even if I ever did want to blog again (very unlikely), it wouldn’t feel right to make it on this site.
Thank you for all your support over the past five years, you anonymous readers. It was fun!
Today Robin Williams past away and it’s been so surreal, it felt like it came out of nowhere… A text message from a friend made me aware of the news and frantically I jumped online to see if it was true. Sadly, I found out it was and even more sad, I read of the circumstances. I couldn’t keep reading the stories online for it’s too sad.
At times like this, I get very reflective and being a writer, I guess it’s best to write and what better place but my blog. It’s surreal because I haven’t seen Robin for many years yet in he’s so connected to me due to his close involvement in the biggest role of my career in “Hook” where he played Peter Pan and I played the punk kid who took over as leader of the Lost Boys when he left Neverland… Rufio.
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The effects Star Wars Episode VII is having on the Expanded Universe are interesting to say the least. I am worried for all my favorite books and comics, but I’m also somewhat excited for the new stories that will be coming our way in 12 months, whatever they may be. All I want is for the Jedi Prince series to be canon, okay?! 😛
Yesterday Leland Chee Tweeted that the Story Group at Lucasfilm has full control on what is and isn’t canon in the Star Wars Universe. That in and of itself has spawned a plethora of stories across the interwebs today. But I’m going to take you farther down the rabbit hole, I’m going to show how what Leland Tweeted yesterday opens up a whole new can of worms.
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,000 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 50 trips to carry that many people.