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Parasite

My book, Parasite: Six Tales of Speculative Terror, drops in the next 24 hours on Amazon’s Kindle store. Coming soon after to Sony Reader store, Nook, and other digital booksellers.

Space Balls:The Animated Travesty

So, at Comic Con ’07 we couldn’t walk ten feet in the gaslamp without seeing ads for Space Balls the animated series. Well, it’s finally around the corner and online. Here it is. Judge for yourself.

Watch more at Show Me Sci-Fi.

Well, I’m Not on AMC :(

So… it turns out that in the first show cut we delivered they wanted to cut me out. That’s sad, but okay I guess. So Kevin filmed this intro that talks about me… on the second cut they asked for that cut out. So… at this point I’m only in the credits. (sigh) I’ll be posting outtakes soon.

Florida is a Sci-Fi World

For a huge chunk of my life I lived in Florida. People consider it some kind of lazy retirement area. Now, for some reason that I can’t fully explain, people equate Australia with wild animals and danger. This is also very true of Florida. Growing up in Florida was like growing up in some post-apocalyptic world of fantasy and danger.We had the entire checklist for a rich universe where law and order were nothing but concepts.
1. Monsters. This is first on the list. There are alligators everywhere and we don’t seem to care about it. For example, the following pictures of my local childhood mini-golf joint. They kept an Alligator pit like the villain in Romancing the Stone.

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photos via Gear Diary and Someone on Flickr

Sharks. Yep. Sharks. My home town of New Smyrna Beach is now the shark attack capitol of the world. (Formerly billed as “the world’s safest bathing beach”). This is an aerial photo of exactly how safe the beach is. However, this isn’t the only danger facing humans in my old stomping grounds.

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Jellyfish. There is what is known as jellyfish season. This is when jellyfish wash up by the thousands on the beach and get partially covered in sand. Hundred of people are stung everyday during this time. As local children we would have fun tossing rocks at the dying jellies and exploding them.

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2. Ancient Ruins. I used to play in the ruins of ancient Spanish forts as a small child. These are two sets of ruins from hometown alone.

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The town was also full of ancient Indian burial grounds and other such places of myth.

3. Social Outcast. Florida is full of society’s cast-offs. It’s kind of like Thunder Dome if you go far enough inland. Ever been to a school bus demolition derby? Isn’t it a great metaphor?

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4. Armed Children. Growing up in Florida was full of times when we’d play our favorite childhood game… sharpen the sticks into spears using the highway’s grit. We also had ready access to fireworks and some of our favorite childhood toys were machetes and crossbows. Many an afternoon was spent wandering the neighborhood or woods looking for mysterious villains that never appeared, but we did insist on doing damage.

5. Apartheid. Well, not officially, but let me just say that there are literally railroad tracks in some towns. When you cross them the houses jump from cute to (no kidding) shacks. Wooden shacks with the roofs falling off. Some don’t have windows. Black people live on this side of the tracks. Not exclusively, I mean I’ve seen some affluent transplants who moved from large metro area… but enough poor and uneducated blacks live on the other side of the rail yard to make the pit of your stomach turn.

6. Forces of Nature. Lighting, hurricanes… these are facts of life. Although the damage is usually minimal the frequency makes up for it.

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7. High Technology. This is where it becomes odd. Florida is a hotbed for testing some of the newest in high technology. Wi-Fi? Video-On-Demand? Solar Energy? Hell! They’re one of the few places on our planet that has a functioning space port! A space port for Christ’s sake!

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So… in my summation… this is how Florida came to be…

There was once an ancient civilization that was at war. A nuclear disaster rendered the few survivors mutants and they moved away from the coast where they were no longer able to fend off the monsters. In their new inland home the regressed to the point where coliseum-like games were all that remained of their once proud way of life. The disaster also created the potential for huge electrical storms and random violent weather, making the surface a harsh environment. In a secret bunker under the coast a new generation of survivors emerged to reclaim the surface. They would train their children in the arts of war and survival. Teach them to tame nature and not fear it. However, the ruins where never discussed. The ruins were from a long-dead society that was better left unremembered. However, there were more survivors. One last outpost in a fortified high-technology compound where the new generations were launched from the stronghold to the new Utopia… Mars. The terraforming would take generations. The three new societies of this strange land kept to themselves, but the forests would occasionally erupt in violent conflict.

That’s where our story begins and that’s why I can never really hate Florida.

Mars is No Place To Raise a Family

Mars is no place to raise a family… but it’s a great place to celebrate the one year anniversary of AMC’s Sci-Fi Department.

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Mars 2112. It begins.

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Kevin and his running crew.

Congratulations guys!

The Dangers of Recycling Pop Culture

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Disclaimer: I want to adapt a few projects into different mediums. I’m as guilty as the rest of us, but it’s an important topic none the less.

Is society poorer for having so much of our mass media adapted and remade? This has been on my mind from a few different perspectives. A few weeks ago in San Diego I was fortunate enough to have gotten some face time with Michael Uslan in a social setting. He’s a very interesting guy and I’ve rarely met a producer with as much enthusiasm for the material as he has. If you’re not familiar with the man he’s been producing Batman films from the era of Burton up until the current Dark Knight. He’s also the producer behind the upcoming adaptations of The Spirit, Shazam and a reboot of The Shadow. He looks at the films as entertainment, art and in a sense… education. He used to teach comic book mythology at the university level before getting in to the movie business and he approaches the movie making process (in some ways) as an exercise in retelling a camp fire tale. I understand and applaud this approach, but I wonder about the ripple effects of what a self-referential society are.

Looking around the rest of San Diego Comic Con I saw a sprawling amalgam of nostalgia. Star Wars, Ghostbusters, Death Race, Watchmen, Indiana Jones… walking the aisles was like treading water through my subconscious mind. It didn’t “click”with me that something might be wrong until I talked to an old friend of mine the other night. He started to debate me on the merits of the good Mr. Snyder adapting Watchmen. I started to form a thought that didn’t become clear until earlier today… mass media might be causing prolonged adolescence.

By prolonged adolescence I’m describing the age old Peter-Pan syndrome that keeps couples from marrying, people from attaining life goals in a linear path and ultimately shackles grown adults to highschool-like consumer habits.

Let’s consider the fact that many of us saw Indiana Jones in the movie theater when we were children. We’re still seeing him. The same goes for Batman and Super Man. Ghostbusters has a new video game coming out. “Nerd” culture just won’t let Star Wars die (even though it effectively murdered my personal enjoyment of it). I loved Speed Racer, but I also was one of the few people who watched it on reruns on MTV as a child. It’s like I just can’t seem to escape a unending feedback loop of things I was accustomed to seeing as a child! At a certain point it can do nothing but tarnish the memories I had as a child. It feels like media doesn’t want my generation to grow up and explore new or different ideas.

To give you an example of how strange this all is I want you all to imagine your parents (if you’re around my age) paying $12 a ticket to go see a Howdy Doody movie in 1975. All the while they’d have Howdy Doody magnets and tee shirts in tow. It would seem really weird. Well, this is no different.

It’s an issue with the culture clashing with the times. In an episode of Family Guy I saw Stewie posing as a highschool student say the following line:

“I took a bunch of pictures, you can see them on my myspace page along with my favourite songs and movies and things that other people have created that I use to express my individualism.”

I wonder if the writers realized that those lines were a summation of the appeal of the entire show? Each episode uses blurbs of pop culture that will be familiar to certain age range as sight gags. The irony is so thick you can cut it with a knife. What’s especially interesting is how this kind of recycling is creeping in to the advertising space too. If you’ve seen the new JC Penny commercials that mimic “The Breakfast Club” you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Is it working? I don’t know. I saw the commercial at a movie theater with a person who’s only a few years younger than me and she had never seen the original film.

Maybe that’s the double-edged sword of the whole thing. Maybe in ten years no one will talk about Star Wars anymore because children will only know it in its lackluster “Clone Wars” incarnation. Maybe time heals all wounds and this the current state of identity crisis is my generations way of coping with having it so easy?

It’s funny to me because childish behavior, mostly associated with dating and how people spend their free time seems to be stunted in my generation. I might be among the exceptions, I’m nearly 30 and already been through three careers and a marriage, but I seeing people my own age acting like they were ten years younger does bother me a little. There’s a difference between being childish and childlike. I prefer the second option.

Recycling pop culture you say? How is that different from what you do at Resonance Features with your remastered films, festivals and pay-per-view events? Aren’t you part of the problem? I’m not sure. Maybe. I do, however, feel strongly that we, as a society, need to appreciate the art that inspired us. We don’t try to remake films we try to expose the iconic cinema pieces to a fresh audience. For example, I’d always prefer to see the original Rollerball or over the remake.

I suppose my message to my readers is a simple one; go pick up some brand new novels, watch some brand new movies and treasure every minute of it because the experience may be a bygone novelty in the not too far future.