It's a line from a They Might Be Giants song: "Politics bore me".  And that's where I've found myself lately in life: ...

(It wasn't MY idea to start this post off with that, honest.  Thanks Nicole!) A note about this installment of Being Bipolar: it...

Last month marked the fortieth anniversary of one of my most favorite films: Ridley Scott's Alien .  It's one of the most perfect sc...

I'm coming to learn something about having your own home: it's a lot more work than I'd thought!  Maybe I should have paid more ...

"Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!  You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have ...

Look, it's NOT like this blog has become a red-headed stepchild to me.  Naw naw naw, far from it!  Hey, this site has now transpired ac...

For three days this past fall my dog Tammy and I were trapped in a motel room in the North Carolina mountains.  Hurricane Florence was thra...

You know that a filmmaker has returned to fine form when you're compelled to a second viewing during a movie's first run.  Maybe eve...

If you're one of the few dozen who haven't seen Bird Box  on Netflix yet, it's about a woman leading two children to safety.  ...

For a number of years there's been an image in my head of what it's like to have bipolar disorder.  Mainly, the aspect of it that...

1968 was perhaps the most turbulent year of the most turbulent decade of modern history.  Assassinations, wars, upheaval - sometimes peacefu...

Well, that's a pretty bold assessment to make considering that 2018 has been a year that I haven't seen many movies during initial r...