Once upon a time, I was eight years old. (I know, it's a rather shocking admission, but one I hope we can move past swiftly.) Every store had an exorbitant amount of packs of collecting cards for any random interest in any major cartoon currently airing, salad dressing was now pizza flavored, sneakers dazzled onlookers with arythmic flashes of red lights, and the local video rental shop had every SNES game that you could read about in Nintendo Power. The year was 1993, and it was quite the time to be a kid. And alive, I guess. It was this year that a pecular curiosity began to culture in my developing mind. At first, I was terrified by the implications of this sudden yet prominent force taking hold of me. It felt wrong but it was a budding sensation I couldn't ignore. During playground conversations, I'd always attempt to bring it up but would always fall prey to the inherent caginess of my meek, introverted personality. Eventually, I talk...
Capturing and analyzing the various vehicles of narrative in the wide spectrum of media. In less pretentious terms, I comment on stuff that tells a story. Because it's the internet.