Category Archives: Books

One Last Review… For the Hobbit

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I know that I have not posted anything in a long while but I feel that the time for me to make my opinions known has come once again.

It is finished. The great odyssey has been completed. Our journeys now have ended. The final trip to Peter Jackson’s vision of Middle Earth has taken place. The question remains, how was it?

“The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies” in my opinion has been the best of the three Hobbit films. Sir Peter Jackson rediscovered some of the magic he had while filming “The Lord of the Rings”. Does this mean that this film is perfect? Heavens no, this film has some rather massive flaws but they do not achieve the level of silliness that I witnessed while watching “The Desolation of Smaug”.

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Apocalypse Not Now

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It was foretold long ago in centuries past by the ancient Mayans. The end of a B’ak’tun; a time period in the Mesoamerican Long Count Calendar. Some New Agers think that it was going to mark the birth of a new positive spiritual or physical transformation for mankind, and others think that it marked the end of it all.

What does this entail? Well, four good friends of mine have always put it best… Read the rest of this entry

Back to the Shadows

I cherish those moments when I happen to stumble upon an unexpected gem that I never in my wildest GameMastering dreams would think a company would ever put out. I had one of those moments recently.
Let me tell you about a chromed up cyberpunk love affair with high fantasy that I had through high school and well into college. It was with an eclectic grab-bag of awesome called SHADOWRUN.
My first exposure to SHADOWRUN was not actually the role-playing game proper. It started back in the early 1994 with our family’s usual weekly trip to the local video rental store, and while I was perusing the game section like always, a peculiar Sega Genesis title caught my eye… Read the rest of this entry

Confessions of a Lone Wolf

Life sucks. No matter what your situation is, there’s always something about it that keeps making you wish for “simpler or happier times.” More and more we keep using the expression that “real life is getting in the way” of the things we’d rather be doing. Some are plagued with financial difficulties, some with love/marital problems, some are in politics, religion, or any other list of ideologies that never fail to start blood feuds with friends and family. We start looking for escapes  to take us away from our everyday problems. Some might find release in simple pleasures, like watching a favorite sport or TV show, some might find it in saying “to Hell with my diet! Ben & Jerry will take away my troubles!” Still others may find release in the darker and more destructive things in life; like the bottom of a bottle.

I think nerds have it a bit easier than most folk, as we tend to look to our hobbies for comfort. We take great pleasure in finding anything nostalgic. Thanks to the wonders of technology, you can get just about any nostalgic fix you want. All of your favorite cartoons are most likely out on DVD already, and it isn’t hard to find old games at any used game store. There are, however, a few things that are a bit harder to find. Can money really buy your childhood back? Can true magic be bottled up and sold in a store? I suppose that answer is a little different for everyone. We all have different experiences, but I can tell you a little about what I consider childhood.

When I was  a lad, I can remember being one of those types of kids that really didn’t need a huge circle of friends to keep happy or entertained. I always measured my company by their quality rather than their quantity. The friends I made as a boy remain my friends today. When I didn’t have my friends, I had a myriad of other distractions in my life. I don’t think my parents ever had to suffer hearing the words “mom (or dad), I’m BORED!” This may have a bit to do with the fact that I was a part of the Nintendo generation, but it also had a bit to do with the fact that I don’t think I really have lived much of those years on this planet. When all of the other kids went to the playgrounds to play kickball, football, or soccer, my friends and I journeyed through forests and dungeons, slaying dragons, and battling dark wizards. Why throw a football when you had a shining steel blade, or a mighty wizard’s staff rippling with arcane power? Sure, both were little more than a stout piece of wood and some clever use of leather straps, but to us, they were the weapons of heroes!

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