So I watched John Dies At The End on Netflix on my day off this week. It was very good in a Kafka/Naked Lunch sort of way with extradimensional insects and mind altering narcotics that cause one to question sanity. It’s definitely a film that requires a second glance and some consideration. To that end, I felt as if the story was lacking so, true to form I hunted down a copy of the book by the same title and began to read. Two chapters in I’ve already found myself glued to an even more elaborate and descriptive narrative than the movie could ever hope to provide. If you get a chance, pick it up or download.
Moving on from our bizarre excerpt of Reading Rainbow, revisions of the Undertaker fiction collection (I theoretically intended to release in May) are underway and it should be released soon. Also been working on some additional fiction projects including an old scifi/horror idea I’ve kicked around since I was 19. All things considered, lokking like a good summer shaping up.