Track or Treat
Halloween. Arguably the best holiday of the year. The cool, fall air brings relief from the hot, summer sun, kids are running about dressed up as their favorite heroes and characters, and free candy. Even as an adult, I can’t say no to free candy (I sneak all my kid’s Reese’s). However, Halloween is not complete without these three things: watching Hocus Pocus, binging horror movies with the woman I love, and the perfect Halloween playlist. On that note, I present to you the soundtrack for your next Halloween party.
The Neckbeards of Adult Animation
I am 37 years old, and I will admit that every night I fall asleep to the sounds of adult animation. I have loved cartoons since I was a kid, my favorite being Scooby-Doo. There are so many amazing shows out there for our viewing pleasure, but as adult animation evolves into new genres, so does it create a new breed of viewers. Family Guy and South Park were really the first adult animated shows to come on the scene, to really push the boundaries of what could be said and shown on television, and make viewers think “what will they do next?” As more and more shows followed, they became more edgy, more complex, and more popular. One show that has caught fire over the past few years is Rick and Morty. Let me preface this by saying I am a huge fan. I think the universe that has been created allows for endless possibilities and years of entertainment. They can do anything because the writers are not handcuffed to any type of laws of time and space. However, there seems to be a population of fans that believe Rick and Morty is this intellectual masterpiece that many don’t understand. The truth is, Rick and Morty is Family Guy with science fiction and less flashbacks. A beligerent lead character going on a zaney adventure every week and utter non-sense follows. They aren’t trying to make some political or cultural statement, or bury messages about society in the episodes, they are just trying to tell fun stories and make dirty jokes. This idea that Rick and Morty has all these layers and only those with a certain intellect can truly enjoy it, is laughable. For the few of you that are reading this, and thinking “do people really think that?” The answer is, yes they do. In my opinion, the only show that has successfully been able to make a statement in its work is South Park, and at the end of the day, even that is toilet humor. However, some have said South Park is the closest you will get to what ancient Greeks were trying to accomplish with their comedies. For the record, I love all these shows. I’m not writing this to trash them. I am writing this to say that the reason I, and so many others watch them, is not to learn a lesson or feel like we are high and mighty (looking at you neckbeards), but because we love the stories, the characters, and the shit do and say. I will admit I spend less of my time watching shows like Family Guy and South Park, because as an adult I connect better with other shows. To side bar this entire article, I would like to take an opportunity to tell you what I think is the best adult animated show on tv: Bob’s Burgers. No show is as real and pure as Bob’s Burgers. The characters are relatable and they function in the real world. Sure, we all don’t have financial struggles, or kids, or weird friends, but we can still watch the show and understand what it might be like and appreciate how Bob and Linda will literally do whatever they can, sacrifice whatever they have to, to give their kids a happy life, all while having a lot of good laughs in the process. If you haven’t checked it out, I can’t recommend it enough. And if you’re looking for something a little more adult, wild, lot more depressing, check out Bojack Horseman. To close, watch what you want to watch and enjoy it, and next time someone implies that you are not intelligent enough to understand shows like Rick and Morty, just have a good laugh and enjoy the show!
Ernest Perch sat nervously on his bed. The sound of his rapidly, tapping foot echoed throughout his cell. In six hours, he was going to be executed. Executed for a crime he insists he did not commit. Ernest was tried and convicted for raping and brutally killing three teenage girls in the summer of 2008. The prosecutors offered no physical or DNA evidence to tie Ernest to the crimes, but eye-witnesses placed him at the scene of the crimes. Appeal after appeal, and stay of execution after stay of execution, and the day had finally come.
The Longest Kiss Goodnight
I love you. I have spoken those words many times, to many different people, but it wasn’t until I met her that I realized how hollow those words rang. She taught me what love truly is, what it means to be in love, and how it feels to have that same love reciprocated.
Part 1 Elliot Mayfield lied motionless on the snow-covered ground. The cold wind sent chills throughout his bones. He opened his eyes. It was dark. The light of the moon barely cut through the thick of the forest that surrounded him. He stood, his hands and face red from winter’s embrace. “Hello!?” he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the clearing. A murder of crows screeched from the trees, startling him. He was alone; lost.
Matias I grew up in a little suburb not far from Chicago. As a young boy, I remember being fast asleep in my bed, when the blast of a nearby train horn would startle me awake. The roar of the engines caused me many sleepless nights. Until one day, they didn’t. It’s amazing how we become so accustomed to sounds, to sights, to smells. We learn, we adapt, we anticipate. I feel the same way about the screams. For the longest time, the screams would wake me, in a cold-sweated panic. My hands would shake, I could feel my stomach twist. “Where am I?!” “Who are you?!” “Help me!” But it was the blood-curdling screams that would haunt my soul. The pain in them; the fear. Until one day, just like when I was a boy, they didn’t. Now a new arrival feels more like a fly buzzing around your head at night. It forces you to open your eyes, but is just a minor inconvenience until you drift back to sleep. I must admit, in my own fucked up way, I miss it. I miss feeling human, feeling something. Now I sit here, in my small, padded box, cut-off from what is left of the world, and I am numb. My only human contact is from the men in white lab coats that stick me with needles, and yet, I don’t even feel that anymore.