Roll the Dice: Horrified

Fun. It’s been tough to find for the past year. COVID-19 has pilfered fun all around the world. Still, fun, smiles, laughter… all are still needed. In part, I’ve found fun playing board games. Monopoly? No!!! Parcheesi. No!!! There are a multitude of games, new games, wonderful games, that can be played by one or several. One of these games is Horrified.

“The Stakes Have Been Raised. Imagine living in a place so wretched, that its not plagued by one, two, or even three monsters, but seven of the most horrifying fiend. In this game, you’ll come face to face with them all as you work together to rid the town of these maniacal or misunderstood creatures before its too late.”

You’ll battle as one of several heroes, facing Universal Studios’ classic movie monsters: Dracula, Frankenstein’s monster and the monster’s bride, the Invisible Man, the Mummy, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and the Wolfman. Which one scares you the most? Defeat the monsters and save the village.

“In this game, you’ll work together to rid the town of the maniacal or misunderstood creatures…before it’s too late.”

It’s great fun to play by yourself or with others. And, it’s priced right. Give it a try.

In the Beginning…

I guess this a beginning of sorts. As 2020 neared its end I lost interest in blogging, an activity that once was a part of my everyday, posting, for the most part, original poetry ( I am a poet, having published to volumes of poetry. You can even buy them in books stores and on Amazon, but that became…old. I haven’t posted since December 8, 2020,)

Two years ago, I was asked to write a screenplay, and I did, and it looked like it was to become a movie…BUT THEN COVID. Yup, the virus shut down the movie industry and stalled the progress I was making toward the silver screen. Perhaps 2021 will be kinder. I’m currently crafting a second screenplay now. I’ll let you know

During the lockdown(s), I began to turn to other interest, original interests, childhood interests: comic books, adventure, games, etc. I’m 52, but at my core I’m 12. I’m still a kid and I enjoy all the “stuff” I enjoyed as a kid: Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, comic books, superheroes, games, adventure, stories, etc. Therefore, today, I’ll begin again. I’ll begin where I started, in a galaxy, far, far away, where spaceships and wizards exist, and childhood never ends. Where will that take me? I’m not sure. But therein beats the adventure.

The Toy Aisle

When I was a kid, the toy aisle was paradise. All those colors. All that fun. All those possible adventures. I’d do my best to convince my mom or dad to buy me something, but they were and are very good parents. All my conniving never seemed to work; however, now and then, they did surprise me with a wonderful toy.

LEGOs were among my favorites. My friend Adam and I did our best to convert any LEGO sets into a Star Wars set. We do our best to reconstruct X-Wing fighters, Tie fighters, Star Destroyers, etc.

When LEGO began to actually make Star Wars sets. Wow!!!

I still walk the toy aisle when I can. And I’m still captivated.

I’m a happy nerd.

The Hobbit Turns 83

I’m excited to announce that JRR Tolkien’s The Hobbit was published 83 years ago…yesterday.

In the late 1970’s, when I was about 10-years-old, I found a copy of The Hobbit in the attic of my childhood home and started to read. Introduced to goblins, elves, and dragons, I was enveloped in a world I never wanted to leave, and, to some degree, I never have. Reading The Hobbit, I fell in love with words and story. Today, I am a hopeful writer and a professor of literature.

CS Lewis, author of The Chronicles of Narnia, reviewed Tolkien’s novel in 1937. Here’s an except from that review.

“To define the world of The Hobbit is, of course, impossible, because it is new. You cannot anticipate it before you go there, as you cannot forget it once you have gone. The author’s admirable illustrations and maps of Mirkwood and Goblingate and Esgaroth give one an inkling—and so do the names of the dwarf and dragon that catch our eyes as we first ruffle the pages. But there are dwarfs and dwarfs, and no common recipe for children’s stories will give you creatures so rooted in their own soil and history as those of Professor Tolkien—who obviously knows much more about them than he needs for this tale. Still less will the common recipe prepare us for the curious shift from the matter-of-fact beginnings of his story (‘hobbits are small people, smaller than dwarfs—and they have no beards—but very much larger than Lilliputians’) to the saga-like tone of the later chapters (‘It is in my mind to ask what share of their inheritance you would have paid to our kindred had you found the hoard unguarded and us slain’).

For it must be understood that this is a children’s book only in the sense that the first of many readings can be undertaken in the nursery. Alice is read gravely by children and with laughter by grown ups; The Hobbit, on the other hand, will be funnier to its youngest readers, and only years later, at a tenth or a twentieth reading, will they begin to realise what deft scholarship and profound reflection have gone to make everything in it so ripe, so friendly, and in its own way so true. Prediction is dangerous: but The Hobbit may well prove a classic.”

I’m a happy nerd.