Books Vs. Movies

Someone I follow made a post about books vs. movies and it prompted some ideas in my own head.  Let’s be fair, some films represent the novels they are based on beautifully.  Others just don’t seem to add up, but is it really fair for us to be making a comparison?  Continue reading

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Charles and Liliana

He sat in the brown paisley chair, engulfed in his pipe smoke.  He sat with with back erect against the chair and his legs crossed, carefully to make sure he did not wrinkle his suit.  A piece of hair had fallen in front of his eyes but he did not move.

It has always been his dream to have enough time to actually sit in the parlor room. He was never quite sure why.  He wasn’t even really sure why anyone needed a parlor room.  It said more about the preconceived notions the homeowner had about wealth than about whatever a parlor room was for.  When he presented this point to his mother years ago, she rolled her eyes at his ignorance.

“Charles, it is to entertain guests.”

He didn’t dare ask her why no other room in a house was worthy of entertaining guests.  Does a name and a preconceived notion truly define something’s worth? He hoped not, because that was a devastating thought for humanity.

“Excuse me sir?”  Her voice jolted him out of his thought process. Continue reading

The Funeral Director with Necrophobia (introduction)

Isn’t it slightly sadistic to have fall be your favorite season? I mean you are reveling in the beauty of somethings death. I guess I just don’t find death beautiful.  I don’t really think it is something that I can cope with.  I work in a funeral home. You’d think I’d be able to cope, even understand, death it’s because of my career.   But no. I can’t handle it.  I know everyone at some point learns how to cope with death but I’m not there yet and I don’t know how to get there. I don’t know how people just accept that everything you care about will be gone.

But you can’t just up and leave the family business, even if it leaves you teetering on the edge of a breakdown.  See, if you are a guy, you can do whatever you want.  Your role is to pass on the family name.  If you marry a woman who can’t have kids, you don’t want kids or heaven forbid are gay, you’ll cause the end of the world.  Yep. That’s the logic of my family. Intense much? I agree.  Now imagine what happens when the family’s livelihood actually depends on your career.