18- “Timecop” #52PickUp 2017

*Guys, Timecop predicted the Presidency of Donald Trump.

My love of time travel concepts goes deep. So deep in fact, that I decided to revisit a time travel movie masked as a 90s cheesy action film. Or is it the other way around? Which is it, Timecop? And are you any good still?

 

Timecop Poster 1

Cool poster. They must have had myriad concepts from which to choose.

 

Timecop doesn’t waste any time getting into the action. The film opens with a theft of Gold Buillion in the year 1863. All looks normal until the robber pulls out advanced plasma guns to wipe out the transport team. Clearly, he’s not from that time or the present day of 1994. Wait, in what year is the future of Timecop?

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My Cancer Story Ch. 49 “Halloween High”

Chapter 49: “Halloween High”

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As it turns out, the plates did indeed still belong to the Cadillac. For whatever reason, Dad hadn’t changed them over. He did have the insurance though, so I knew I could at least contest that. But what about that stupid “transportation?” Ugh, this sucked more than anything has ever sucked before.

 

Instead of worrying about the impending court hearing, I tried to focus my attention on more prescient matters– My first classes of college, my camerawork, staying warm, and our upcoming Halloween Party.

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A Flip of the Coin

You know, lately, if I wasn’t so busy writing blank pages, then it sure seems as though I wrote an awful lot about depression. Yet there are always two sides to a coin and when you flip one in the air, you’re bound to see the other side eventually. It may not look like it when the damned thing is spinning so fast, but the other side – the face side – is there at the ready; in a moment’s notice.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 48 “License Lost”

Chapter 48: “License Lost”

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On a chilly day in September, I began two things: my very first semester of college and my scheduled license suspension.

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Depression Supression

I wrote a post yesterday about working through a depression regarding my financial & creative funks. The response was overwhelming, to say the least– well, on Facebook; I can’t for the life of me figure out how to get people to comment directly through WordPress. I wrote a post about the nurses’ strike one time that elicited several comments, but that’s about it.

The reason for the follow-up is that I wanted to demonstrate the effect that these responses can have on an individual experiencing such a low. We all scroll through Facebook and ‘Like’ or ‘Haha’ or ‘Sad’ or ‘Wow!’ a post about kittens and Trump, but we rarely talk to each other and never ask how anyone else is doing.

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