How close are we to getting a Self-Driving or Hover Car?

“The best way to predict the future is to create it.” – Abraham Lincoln, 16th President of the United States.

In 1989,  Back to the Future Part II came out to critical acclaim with some very strong predictions. In the movie, Marty McFly and Doc travel to 2015 and there was self-tying shoes, VR video games, hover boards, and finally, the Cubs winning the World Series after a 107 year drought.

Well, so of those things did happen. Nike did release self-tying shoes just like those in the movie, VR video games are more popular than ever and the Cubs did win the World Series. Just one year later than the movie’s prediction.

How about a hover board, or those hover cars and how’s the self-driving car that Google is creating?

The Waymo self-driving car; photo from businessinsider.com
The Waymo self-driving car; photo from businessinsider.com

The latest on Google’s self-driving car has them submitting their first-ever safety report about its technology to federal regulators. Waymo, the company’s real name released the report publicly release it to anyone who wants to understand their commitment to safety.

Waymo in December 2016 took over the project from Google themselves. However, Waymo is owned by Alphabet Inc.  The same company that owns…. Google.

The hover car is not being developed by an advanced company but rather by Volkswagen, the German company that introduced us to the Beetle.  In 2011, they introduced the “People’s Car Project” which allowed internet users to submit items for a VW model of the future.

The concept Ford hover car in the 1950's; photo from thegentlemanracer.com
The concept Ford hover car in the 1950’s; photo from thegentlemanracer.com

Long before the competition, Ford in the 1950’s came very close to releasing a car that floated. Due to financial constraints, the project was over

After 119,000 submissions it came down to the three models, the music car, smart key and the winner, the hover car. Currently, the project hasn’t went far. In 2012, VW released a video showing the concept in China.

Concept VW hover car; photo from wordlesstech.com
Concept VW hover car; photo from wordlesstech.com

We will most likely see the self-driving car well before the hover car or board due to the cost. It’s cheap to create a vehicle with a robot mind while trying to make one float. But your guess is good as mine.

Asteroid passing “darn close” to Earth

This past Thursday was a normal day for most, you probably didn’t even notice the mobile RV passing us in space. I mean an asteroid that came close enough to hit us.

The asteroid 2012 TC4 flew by the Earth,  about 26,000 miles away from our only home. Very close when considering the Moon is about 239,000 miles away from Earth. Rolf Densing, head of the European Space Operations Centre in Germany called the asteroid “a close miss.”

An artist's conception of 2012 TC4 passing by Earth; photo by nowreadthisnews.com
An artist’s conception of 2012 TC4 passing by Earth; photo by nowreadthisnews.com

The asteroid had no chance to hit the Earth but Antarctica got the closest sighting of the Earth at 1:42 am. ET this past Thursday, October 12th.

After the discovery of the asteroid in 2012, The asteroid was too distant and faint to be detected.  The rock is roughly 45 to 100 feet  traveling at 16,000 MPH

NASA used the asteroid’s close travel to Earth to test their planetary defense system. The drill was to see if the system were to work if an actual asteroid were heading straight to the Earth. In previous tests, NASA would use pretend asteroids. Vishnu Reddy, a NASA consultant asked “How prepared are we for the next cosmic threat?”

He would answer his question “So we wanted to test how ready we are for a potential impact by a hazardous asteroid.”

NASA’s Planetary Defense Coordination Office led the drill and they are in charge of coordinating efforts to protect Earth from hazardous asteroids. They are also responsible for finding, tracking, and characterizing potentially hazardous objects coming near Earth.

In order to deflect an asteroid, the asteroid would need to be defected years in advance. The most promising techniques that NASA are investigating are the “kinetic impactor” which uses an object to hit the asteroid to get it off course and the “gravity tractor” which would gravitationally tug on an asteroid by putting a large mass over it.

The good news for you and me is that there is no known asteroid that poses a significant risk of impact in the next 100 years.

Need to stuff your face; Facebook introduces food orders on app

For years now, Facebook has been the place to update your status to let your friends know that you are hungry even through they don’t care but now you can order food straight from the app.

Photo from becuo.com
Photo from becuo.com

The social media mammoth is expanding the ability to order food for takeout or delivery straight from the app.

However, Facebook will not be dealing with restaurants and they actually will be sending you over to another delivery website/app like Delivery.com,  DoorDash, and ChowNow. They will also have links to restaurants near you like Papa Johns.

In order to stay relevant in this golden age of social media, Facebook is launching these features to be as useful as possible.  Facebook currently has over 2 billion users and owns social media websites Instagram, Messenger, and WhatsApp.

To assess the new feature, go to the “Order Food” section in the Explore menu. Select this to start your order, if the restaurant offers takeout or delivery with multiple services, you can choose which one that you like to use. You can even ask your friends and order food for them.

Facebook has been testing multiple services this past year and that included AI that was shut down due to the AI “learning” its own language.

Tesla introduces their version of the “fastest” car ever

Thursday, November 16 will be known as the day Elon Musk changed the game for car businesses forever.

Being described as the “fastest production car ever made,” the new Tesla Roadster will be challenging Chevrolet’s Corvette ZR-1 and Dodge’s newest Challenger nicknamed the “Demon” for fastest car but however the Roadster will not be released until 2020.

When released, the Roadster will be able to go from 0 to 60 in 1.9 seconds or to 100 in 4.2 seconds. The car will also be able to travel .25 miles in only 8.9 seconds. More or less, if you get the chance to buy this car, you’ll be living the life of a NASCAR driver without the constant left turns. This car through will cost as much as a car in NASCAR as it will set your bank account back to the stone age to the tune of $250,000.

With the being that impressive from a technological and price perspective and also considering the fact that this car will be fast than a Bugatti Charon which costs around $3 million. The average person will not be able to handle this car and its power.

Musk knows this car is the real deal and he means it saying this, “The point of doing this is to give a hardcore smackdown to gasoline vehicles.” He mentoned the price by describing like this “It’ll feel like a steam engine with a side of quiche.”

He kept the top speed of the Roadster unknown but it will be above 250 mph with gas mileage on the car being twice as more as the current models.

“You’ll be able to travel from Los Angeles to San Francisco and back without refueling,” Musk said. Most critics disagree with the statement as the car will have to have fuel mileage of over 700 miles, Musk give the actual fuel mileage of the Roadster at 620 miles.

Along with those impressive statistics, the Roadster will have all-wheel drive and will be able to fit four people, even if two of those people will have to be very small.

Musk has set down the challenge to all automakers… Who’s going to answer it.

Do concussions last longer for girls?

A study published October 2nd in the Journal of the American Osteopathic Association revealed that girls playing in sports can have concussions that last longer than boys.

Concussion symptoms can linger twice as long for teenaged girls in comparison to boys. Dr. John Neidecker, a sports concussion specialist in Raleigh, NC who was the lead researcher in this study had his fears confirmed in this study.

“These findings confirm what many in sports medicine have believed for some time”, said Neidecker.

Previous research done showed girls may have underlying issues caused by concussion that are more prevalent. This includes migraines,  depression, anxiety, and stress.

Neidecker and his colleagues pointed out that this is why girls need more recovery time and why it takes longer for recovery for a girl.

It’s often at the age of a teenager for a concussion to be misdiagnosed and labeled off as just a headache. Concussions usually set in after the fact, leading to a long road to recovery.

In 2008, a report came out with 29,167 high school soccer girls with a concussion compared to 20,929 boys soccer players.

photo from ussportscamps.com
photo from ussportscamps.com

Neidecker and his research team focused on 102 girls and 110 boys aged between 11 and 18, with first time concussions.  Symptoms would last for a median 28 days for females and 11 days for boys.

Symptoms would clear up in three weeks in 75% of boys and 42% of girls.

Neidecker knows teenagers can be resisted on talking about their issues but as long as he talks, he can get it out of them.

Neidecker encourages doctors to always check their patient history to make sure there is no complications in recovery.

The Confederate Flag Debate

The Confederate Flag being removed from its post – photo from ABC News

It is the debate that never seems to die down, partially due the groups of white supremacists that continue to pop up and partially due to a stubborn refusal from many people in the American south. Many people wish to fly the Confederate battle flag both on their personal property and at public and/or government buildings. Many of them claim it is part of their heritage and part of the history of the U.S. While it may be a part of the history of the U.S., that does not mean it should be flown, if anything it means the flag should be kept exclusively in a museum. And as far as heritage goes, it is a heritage of hate and slavery and you should not be proud of that. It is part of an abysmal chapter in the history of this country and people need to get over the fact that the Confederacy lost.

The Confederate flag does not honor anyone or anything, including the troops who fought under it. They were traitors to this country, which was the whole point. They were a part of a group of people who decided to leave the Union and fight against it for the sake of keeping slavery. This is not something that should be celebrated or honored, it is a disgusting display of racism. That is what this is all about, a bunch of people who do not want to give up their racist ideologies, because that is what the Confederate flag represents. It should be in a museum as a warning and a lesson from that past, not “flown proudly”.

Supporters of flying the Confederate flag need to realize that it is a symbol of hate and racism, of years of systematic abuse and dehumanization, one whose effects can still be felt today. Many likely do realize and simply do not care, content with their racist ideologies and wanting to preserve them but decorating it as “heritage” and “history” for the sake of avoiding the backlash they know they will face for being racist.

The 1st Amendment in Danger from the World of Sports

Baltimore Ravens players kneel during the National Anthem – photo from ABC News

For some time now there has been a great deal of controversy in the National Football League (NFL) over players taking a knee during the National Anthem. Started by Colin Kapernick in protest of the many of African Americans that were and are being killed by police officers, it is a form of protest that has gain a lot of traction and has since gain national attention thanks to the twitter rants of our so called President, Mr. Trump. Trump has even gone so far as to suggest that any NFL player who takes a knee should be fired. Unfortunately, this idea has also gained some traction.

There has been talk among the members of the NFL of actually making it a rule that all players must stand during the National Anthem, or else be fired. This is in blatant disregard of the player’s 1st Amendment rights to peaceful protest and it shows just how far people are willing to go to enforce their own ideals on people and to ignore the racist and dehumanizing treatment that African Americans and other people of color face in this country. Here’s the thing, the reason why players are taking a knee is to protest the treatment of African Americans in this country, not to disrespect the flag, or the troops, or what it is supposed symbolizes, but many people want to draw attention away from the real issue and make a big fiasco out of the actual act, so no one will pay attention to the real issue. The people who are angry at the players, like Trump is, are more concerned with a piece of cloth then with the lives of actual human beings.

There is nothing special about this piece of fabric. The patriotism, values, and freedoms it represents are not magically imbued into it nor does it go away if it gets disrespected. It is funny how so many people get so angry and lose their minds over a piece of cloth and their own self-absorbed beliefs, but black children and adults can get systematically murdered, abused, and discriminated against but they don’t bat an eye. Instead, they rather hyper fixate on the players taking a knee and impose a rule of forced patriotism. Except, it is not patriotism. When patriotism is forced and you take away the rights of the people to protest, it is not patriotism, that is called fascism.

Trump Threatens to Silence NBC

In yet more frightening news from Trump, he threaten to revoke the National Broadcasting Company’s (NBC) broadcast license. NBC recently released a report that claimed that Trump wanted to increase the U.S.’s nuclear arsenal “tenfold” back in July. Trump has since released several Tweets that called this fake news and threaten to revoke the company’s broadcasting license. There are a lot of issues with this and, when you think about it, it is actually kind of terrifying.

President Trump accuses NBC of being “Fake News.”

The best case scenario is that Trump is once again throwing a tantrum and blowing a bunch of smoke like he always does whenever anyone criticizes him, something that happens a lot given all of the opportunities he provides to do just that. This means our president is an insecure man who is incapable of behaving like a rational adult and instead waves around a proverbial gun at whoever displeases him. That is a disaster waiting to happen and vaguely reminisce of a baby playing with hand grenades.

The worst case scenario (one that seems all too likely) is that Trump is very much entertaining and considering the idea of abusing his presidential powers to censor whoever he likes, whoever speaks against him or his government. This is dictatorship, this is fascism, this is terrifying. When there are so many other important issues to be concerned with, what does it say about our president when he is focusing his attention on a news broadcasting company that said something he did not like? Why is it that anytime any public group criticize (and only when they criticize) Trump, he calls it “fake news”? This is not a man with the best interests of the people in mind, this is a power-hungry dictator waiting to devastate our country. What if NBC is just the start of his attempts to destroy freedom of speech and the freedom to criticize the government? There is nothing solid yet, no direct action has been taken, but this does not bode well for our country or the next four years.

Should Mental Health Days Be A Thing?

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“The option to take a mental health day is something that has been occasionally suggested to help alleviate stress.” Photo from: http://tmhome.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/stressed-students-meditate-03.jpg

Lots of people in high school and in college can get overwhelmed. We tend to have a lot of schoolwork, homework, and projects to do, as well as activities outside of class. People get stressed and this stress can build up quickly. Too much stress can cause a lot of issues for people. We tend to forget to eat, and we forget about other tasks that we need to do; things just start falling apart on us. The option to take a mental health day is something that has been occasionally suggested to help alleviate stress. These are days that students can take off without a penalty to rest and recuperate and just take a breather.

We have all had those times when we got overwhelmed with our work and wished we could just take a break and relax, but we knew we could not do that because we could not afford to get behind, lose points on an assignment, or miss an in-class assignment. The whole point of a mental health day is to take that much-needed break without suffering a penalty and to relax on that day off without worrying about getting behind. However, there are also concerns that these days off could be abused, so we would only get a few of them each semester. These are not meant to be used frivolously but saved until you really need them. You would not use them just because you do not feel like going but because you are reaching a breaking point and likely could not handle class that day. Also, if mental health days are put into place, professors would not excuse you from work but simply postpone it until next class.

This idea is meant to be something that instructors could work with, hence the reason why you would not be excused from the work. Mental health days would be a good way to meet in the middle for students and instructors; it gives students a helping hand when they need it and it does not really throw off an instructor’s teaching plan. This is an idea that could work out well as long as people worked together and did not abuse it.

Heart-Shaped – Part 1

Mira lies flat on her grandmother’s bedspread, staring straight up at the off-white plaster of the ceiling above her head. Her finger grip reflexively into the patchwork bedspread underneath her as she idly listens to the sound of her grandmother hurrying around in the next room. She resists the urge to sigh, or groan, or check her phone again, or give any other solid indication that she is horribly, unspeakably bored with her first extended-family visit since the semester had started. Only a freshman, and coming back from the dorms already felt alien and strange. Part of her wishes she’s stayed on campus, not that she had much to do there either. She turned her head to look down at the quilt, her eyes unfocused so that the blocks of colored fabric became hazy and the patterns shifted and swayed.

“Think this is the right one!” came her grandmother’s voice as she entered the room again. Mira leaned up onto her elbows to greet her. In her grandmother’s hands she held a plain brown shoe box. Mira is sure she’d seen it before, maybe stacked up in a hallway closet somewhere. Or maybe she’d stacked it up when they’d helped her grandmother move into her new condo in the retirement community. Something like that.

“Pictures?” Mira guesses, rising to sit up fully on the bed.

Her grandmother nods, shaking the box’s contents a bit for emphasis, “Mmmhmm. Just old pictures. Have I ever shown you these before?” The older woman takes a seat right beside her and places the box in the space between them. Dust has settled so thick it covers the lid like a wedding veil.

“Dust has settled so thick it covers the lid like a wedding veil.” Photo from Drawing Near – Blogger

“I don’t think so.” Mira’s seen plenty of old family photos in albums, but can’t ever recall anyone dragging out a box like this.

“Might as well, right?” Her grandmother says, “Got a few hours yet until your Mama gets back.” Her grandmother wipes the dust off the box with a long sweep of her shaking hand, and then lifts up the lid to reveal the photographs stacked below.

To be continued

Stray Dogs – Part 3

Her mother called a few days later, asking for help with cleaning out the house. Too big of a job to do with only one hand, she said. Andrea almost refused.

Andrea sat silently in the driveway for a long moment, before finally going inside. Her mother greeted her at the door, hugged her, and then immediately began giving her instructions on what needed to be done around the house.

“You’ve been so much help since I hurt my arm, Andy.” Her mother said as she pulled a box of junk of one of the shelves, “Don’t know how to thank you.”

“Could you give me an honest answer about something? If so, I’d call it even.”

“…Of course.”

“Why’d you tell me that Paul wasn’t my father? Better yet, why’d you tell him?” Katherine seemed caught off guard, like she’d expected Andrea to say something else. Anything else.

“I-I couldn’t live with that sin anymore, you have to understand. I had to tell the truth. They put Paul on that transplant list and I realized I wouldn’t have forever…”

Well, Now I’ve got to live with it too. Andrea wanted to say, but didn’t. She didn’t say anything at all. She had to live with a lot of things these days.

“I always told myself I was going to wait until you moved out, so he wouldn’t try to take it out on you too.” Somehow, that made it worse. “But then he got sick, and somebody had to take care of him… I never wanted to drag you back into the mess I made.” As far as Andrea could tell, that was what her mother had done since the moment she was born, and yet she couldn’t shake the urge to protect her.

“It’s…fine, mom. Don’t worry about it.”

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After what felt like an eternity, they worked their way into the kitchen. Andrea was wiping down the counters, when she heard her mother make a tiny sound of confusion behind her, as she riffled through the cabinet below the sink. When Andrea turned around, her mother had a bottle of anti-freeze in her hands. The bottle of anti-freeze.

Andrea couldn’t breath. Her blood ran cold.

“What’s this doing here?” she asked, “Andrea, do you know why this is in here? The last time I checked it wasn’t- Are you alright?”

“I-I, uh, Paul asked me to bring it in from the garage. When I was taking care of him.”

“Why would he do that?”

“He, uh, said something about getting rid of a stray dog.”

Her mother stares at her for a moment, “Right. That… sounds like him. Well. Take it back out there when you get a chance, I don’t want it in here around the food.” she said, brushing past Andrea on her way out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

“Sorry, honey. I think I just need to lie down.”

Now that she was alone, Andrea leaned heavy onto the counter she’d been cleaning, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

End. 

The Only Thing

“Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else.”

–Gloria Steinem

Photo from Clipart Library

 

There’s a sort of thrill

In a well-worn notebook

And a secluded corner

Scribbling out half-formed ideas

With ink stained fingers.

Don’t get me wrong—

Confidence is no friend of mine—

But in these moments

I almost feel it:

Like I could almost do anything

But I can definitely do this.

 

As I stare at a blinking line

On an empty word document that’s been open for hours

Trying to decide what order

That my thoughts should go,

So they fit perfect like puzzle pieces,

And maybe I’ll get it wrong

The first dozen or so times,

And everything I do is still singed with self-doubt.

But I realize,

There’s nowhere and nothing else that I’d rather be.

Video Game Streaming Bigger than HBO and Netflix Combined?

 

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According to a study conducted by SuperData Research, Video Game streaming content— such as “Let’s Play’s” in which gameplay is overlaid with player commentary—has accrued a massive viewership that far outperforms other streaming services like Netflix and Hulu. Over 600 million viewers worldwide tuned into Video Game content in 2017 compared to the 235 million combined subscribers of more widely known streaming sites like HBO, Netflix, Hulu.

Of course, the more traditional streaming outlets do require a monthly subscription fee for use which can act as a barrier to entry for some users. The main sources of gaming-related videos, such as Youtube and Twitch, are largely ad-supported services that let viewers tune in for free. Still, these kinds of numbers are hard to ignore when you’re considering how viewers now get their entertainment. It’s certainly not just kids tuning in, either. Superdata’s research puts the average age of viewers at around 33 years old. It also states that nearly half of all viewers are women. “Lets Play” videos and other such gaming content has become a massive contender in an already crowded media landscape.

But can it last? Gameplay videos exist in largely untested legal waters at this point, with many unsure of how copyright laws may affect them in the long term. Currently, most would consider this type of content to fall under ‘fair use’ which allows gameplay video creators to monetize and in some cases make a living off of their work. However, some companies, such as Nintendo, have more restrictions on how their games can be used in Lets Play videos and what kind of content creators are allowed to monetize. Many videos uploaded onto youtube in particular can be disrupted my the site’s automatic copyright claim algorithm. No major court cases have been filed about copyright and video game streaming have been filed yet, but with all the growth that the industry has seen in recent years that may change at any time.

In a Quiet Moment

Photo from tagmagazine.com
Photo from tagmagazine.com

So many bodies melded by proximity
dancing close but still yet alone.

Bright red insecurity worn on your sleeve
like a nerve laid bare on purpose.

Telling yourself you’ve got it together,
a hurried mantra in stranger’s mirror image.

Sobering up under the beaming fluorescents—
sickly pale but you don’t know why.

It hits like a bullet in the temple
right beside where rationality lingers.

What does that hollow future hold,
and will there be assigned seats?

Not now, not now.
Can’t the revelation wait?

Stray Dogs – Part 2

The burial was worse than the service, somehow. Paul’s sister, Helen, glared daggers at Andrea and her mother while Pastor Marlow made his (blessedly short) final statements. Even when Andrea glanced down at the fresh grave, she could still feel her looking. Helen had been very vocal in her dislike of Kathrine throughout the years, but her ire for Andrea was decidedly more recent. The truth about Andrea’s paternity had been floating around for less than a month, Helen still considered it a major mark on her family’s name. She and Paul were cut from the same cloth.

Watching the first shovel full of dirt be tossed onto the casket felt like ripping out stitches before the wound had completely healed, but Andrea did not cry.

Katherine wrapped her arm around her daughter’s shoulders, pulling her close.

“Are you alright?” Katherine asked, her voice was steady but she was shaking.

“I’m fine.”

Andrea was the first to leave, as soon as she thought no one—excluding maybe Helen—was looking.

 

Andrea wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of returning to her new apartment. It was still too unfamiliar to be comforting, but her only other viable option was spending the night in the house she used to share with Paul and her mother.

She didn’t understand why her mother had told the truth, nobody wanted to know it.

She drove slowly without really meaning to, stopping at a gas station to wander the aisles for what felt like an hour. Every moment felt stretched out and heavy. Guilt ate at the back of her throat when she smiled genuinely at the cashier for complementing her dress.

Didn’t he know it was a funeral dress? (Didn’t she?)

 

When she pulled into her building’s parking lot, she noticed Helen standing a few spaces down. She leaned against her grey Buick with a cigarette in her hand. She stalked toward Andrea’s car as soon as she’d climbed out.

“What are you doing here?” Andrea asks, “How’d you get my address?”

“It’s all your mama’s fault, you know that?” Hellen was a few inches shorter than Andrea, but her presence still managed to loom, “My brother’s blood is on her hands.”

“Da- Paul wasn’t murdered.” Andrea told her, trying to back away. Helen followed. “He drank himself to death. We all know that. He was sick. He’d been sick for days…”

“That woman drove him to it!” Helen was close enough that Andrea could smell the whiskey on her breath.

“Why are you here, Helen? What do you want?” she asked, though she already knew the answer. She wanted a fight. If her mother didn’t have a cast on one arm, she likely would have taken this aimless aggression to her.

“Making my brother raise another man’s child! All these years!”

“Yeah. Sorry he spent all those years beating someone else’s kid.” Andrea spat, it hardly mattered what she said. Helen wasn’t really listening.

“I mean, of course he drank. What man wouldn’t drink if their wife was sleeping around!”

“He was a drunk way before he knew I wasn’t his.”

“He always knew! We all knew!” Helen jabbed a bony finger into Andrea’s collarbone, “The whole town knew your mother was a wh-“

Helen hit the ground before Andrea even realized she had shoved her. She looked like the impact had drained all of her spitting rage. Without it, she just looked like grieving old woman who needed something to blame.

“You know, I thought you might have a little more loyalty to the man who raised you. I heard you were taking care of him those last few days. Guess you ended up just like your mother.” Helen said, like a calm statement of a fact.

Andrea ran inside before she could say anything else. Her dog greeted her as soon as she was inside the apartment, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired. The huge mutt had been the first thing she’d gotten for her new apartment. She always wanted a dog, despite Paul’s deep distain for them. She’d picked up the dog—Trevor, she’d called him— from the local pound a few weeks before. The same day her mother had told her the truth about Paul. The same day her mother had told Paul that same truth. The same day she’d called Andrea from the emergency room with a broken arm and finger shaped bruises on her neck, claiming that she had fallen down the steps.

That had been a hell of a day.

She wandered aimlessly into her bed, just as she heard what was probably Helen’s Buick peel out of the lot. Trevor climbed into bed beside her, pressing his wet nose into the junction between her neck and shoulder.

            “God, I never wanted any of this to happen…” she whispered, to no one in particular.

(To be continued.)

 

 

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Through the Walls – Part 2

Photo from Life’d

The particular curve of Iris’ smile began to work its way into her paintings, the melody of her song stayed behind long after she stopped singing, playing through her head on an endless loop. She hadn’t had it this bad in a while. It was a dangerous state to be in for someone like her, too much uncertainty in it.

Much to Drew’s surprise, it’s Iris that strikes up a conversation first after yet again stumbling into each other in the hall.

“So you’re an artist?” she asked, after nearly a month of getting tiny glimpses of stacked canvas behind a hastily shut door, the curiosity had gotten to her.

“Oh. Yes. I am.” Drew stammers for just a moment before regaining her composure.

“Can I see some of your paintings? Please?” Iris peers around past her shoulder to get a better look inside the room.

“…Sure.” Drew nervously wonders if Iris will somehow recognize the exact color of her eyes swirled into the paint of her latest piece (a part of her almost hoped so, it’d taken her ages to mix that color exactly. Such an odd shade of blue.) “My room hasn’t been cleaned in… a while.”

“I’m sure it’s not so… Oh.” She trailed off, distracted suddenly by the sight of scattered art supplies, chipped coffee mugs full of paint-water, old take-out boxes, and whatever else had managed to make its way to her bedroom floor.

“Warned you.” Drew nervously raked a shaking hand through her short-cropped hair, as Iris lost interest in the mess in favor of picking through a pile of mostly-finished pieces. Napoleon growls lowly but doesn’t get up from his spot in the corner.

“I wish I could paint.”

“Well. I wish I could sing.”

“…You’ve heard me sing?”

“Thin walls.” She says, and Iris gives her an odd sort of look that she can’t quite identify, then she went back to the looking through the canvases. Almost as if she may have been searching for something in particular.

“Don’t you ever paint people? Everything here is so… abstract.”

“Not since… probably art school. Models are expensive, and I don’t have the money.”

Iris’ eyes lit up like that’s best news she’s ever heard.

“Really? Would you paint me?”

Drew felt an odd mixture of excitement and worry bubble up in the pit of her stomach, “Are you sure you’d want me to do that?”

“Yes! God, yes. I’ve always wanted a real portrait of myself done. I might even come up with a way to buy it from you once you’re finished…” she said, sighing dreamily. Drew tried to swallow the newly formed knot in her throat, but to no avail.

“Well. Then. I’m sure we could work something out.”

End. 

Why Watch the Worst Movies Ever Made?

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Tommy Wiseau’s 2003 cult classic The Room is widely considered to be one of the worst movies ever made. It is near incomprehensibly bad. The acting ranges from hysterically inept to downright unsettling, the dialogue doesn’t make sense, and Wiseau seems to have no idea what a director is even supposed to do. The entire thing is so strange and poorly conceived that it seems like it came from another dimension. It made less than 2,000 dollars in its original run at the Box Office.

The Room is also, by many people’s standards, wildly entertaining. To a point that theaters continue to hold screenings of it to this day. James Franco is even producing a biopic about the movie’s creation

There’s no shortage of similarly terrible movies, either: Troll 2, Sharknado, every film Ed Wood ever directed, the list goes on and on. They aren’t good movies by any traditional sense of the term, but they sport legions of loyal viewers anyway—including well-known actors and filmmakers of critically acclaimed films. Similar to Franco’s look at The Room, Tim Burton directed a 1994 movie about the life and career of Ed Wood.

The question is: what draws people to watching bad movies?

There are plenty of answers to that question—primarily related to the unintended comedy that these sorts of movies produce, but I can’t help but wonder if the current state of the mainstream movie industry has anything to do with it. In world where many of the movies released are focus tested for mass-market appeal, it can be nice to watch something like The Room or Plan 9 from Outer-space. There’s a certain aspect of earnest creativity that these movies display. For some people, that can even be endearing or even inspiring. The creators of famously bad movies may not have been successful in anything they tried, but at least they tried something.

Fight or Flight

Photo from IMBd
Photo from IMBd

Val had come back to the apartment with bloody knuckles and eyes like a rabid dog. Not the first time Benny had seen her like this, not by a longshot. He wondered idly where she’d been the last few hours. If Val was looking for a fight, he doubted she’d found it in the vicinity of their own upscale neighborhood.

“All that blood yours or…?”

“Piss off, Ramirez. I’m not in the mood.” She spat out his surname like it left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Really? ‘Cause you seemed so upbeat when you walked in.” He could see her snarl in response as she stalked past him on her way to the kitchen. The layout of their shared apartment made it so he barely had to crane his neck to watch as she turned on the faucet and placed her injured hands under the flow of the tap, “Seriously though, what happened?”

“Jesus, just leave me alone. Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Fine then. I’ll leave you alone,” he said, trying to re-focus his attention on the news article he’d been trying to read before Val’s return had interrupted him.

Val left her hands under the water until the bleeding seemed to stop, then patted them dry with a paper towel. She stayed there at the sink, taking slow shaking breaths. There’d been a fight. There must have been. Val had punched walls before, but that was usually the end of her anger. Whatever (or whoever) she’d hit, there was definitely something left unresolved.

Benny lasted just over a minute before annoyance and curiosity won out, “Are the cops going to get involved? If so, I’d really like to know in advance.” The neighbors already gave him dirty looks in the hallway—the old lady in 422B still clutched her purse closer when he walked by—so if the police showed up at their door it was unlikely they’d assume the officers were after the pretty daughter of a southern socialite.

“No. I mean- I doubt it. Stop worrying about it. Leave it alone.”

Val uncorked a bottle of painfully expensive wine from the fridge and poured it into a chipped coffee mug. The wine had been a Christmas gift from the partners at his mother’s law firm, but that didn’t seem worth bringing up. Another argument. Pick your battles, Benny. (Red wine was something he only really pretended to like, anyways.)

“Stop worrying about it? The reckless shit you do affects me too, y’know,” he said, slamming his laptop shut much harder than he’d intended too, “You’re my friend, Val.”

Val takes a long chug of her wine and snorts back a laugh, “Jesus. Way to make this about you, Ben.” She still stood at the counter, focusing her attention on her now shaking hands. Nervous energy seems to pour off of her in waves.

“How can I make it about anything else if you won’t even tell me what happened?”

“Fine! You want to know what happened? Here’s what happened: I was drunk and stupid and some prick at the bar stared getting—I don’t know—handsy, I guess. Wouldn’t leave me alone.” She stood in the doorway to glare at her roommate proper, “I overreacted, alright? But I don’t think he called the cops. You happy now?”

Benny felt his heart sink, “No. Jesus, Val, why would that make me happy?” he leaned forward like he wanted to go to her aid now, and Val took a defiant step back.

“Forget it. Please just forget it.” She said, before stomping to her bedroom with the wine bottle in tow.