Marvel, DC, and Me

I’m guilty of having unrealistic expectations of life due to the amount of time I immerse myself into the fabricated world of film and the pleasure I find in attempting to recreate staged narratives into candid parts of my life. In film you can be anything, as long as you fit it in to a well thought out and flowing stream of frames per second that doesn’t drag itself out, much like the Avengers franchise (sorry guys). Continue reading “Marvel, DC, and Me”

Something Good…

I sit here and write this entry while Nag Champa incense burns in the background – the last thing my dear friend bought me which I cherish each time I light one.
Five years ago, I had the pleasure of experiencing Glastonbury festival with Ellen – and may I add that she was six months pregnant so a slightly more hormonal Ellen than usual! Continue reading “Something Good…”