This will be a strange, bittersweet entry. First off, I caught 1981's Dragonslayer over the weekend. I'm opening my palate to more dragon-based media, though I'm still keeping my distance from a certain board game. I played D&D once. Look, I'm not proud of it. I was in my early 20's, an age range where we are encouraged to experiment. Anyway, I ended the evening by crushing the game itself underneath the wheels of my chair. True story. For some reason, I wasn't invited to another role-playing session. Oh, the movie! Right. Dragonslayer is fucking cool.
Those special effects are heavenly. Swift action sequences are inserted in the appropriate places to spike the pace without obstructing character development. I really enjoyed the quieter moments, even if I've never been a fan of Peter MacNicol. It's nothing personal, but back in the 90's ("my day"), he would pop up in seemingly everything as a goofy shithead. Apparently, this was his acting debut. He's fine. He's not the reason I'm writing these words, however. Neither is Dragonslayer.
I'm at a point where I want/need to focus on creative writing. Due to severe depression, I have been unable to create for years now. At present, I feel like I can write and complete something, but I can't simultaneously update this site. It may not seem like it, but I put a great deal of effort into Random Reviews Incorporated. Too much, some would say. If my creative writing is going to see any proliferation, I need to put that kind of effort into it.
I'm sure that this godforsaken blog (I don't care for that term) will return down the line. It always does. Maybe I'll chime in with occasional updates? Lists of compact discs that you should buy? Yeah, that sounds doable. Wish me luck, comrades!
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