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Passengers is a Psychological Thriller That Lost Itself in a Rom-Com

I watched PASSENGERS last night.

There was so much hoopla for the script when it was in development hell. The writer, Jon Spaihts, penned the original script for Prometheus. It was later rewritten by Damon Lindelof. Of course, Alien fans blamed Lindelof for their disappointment and pointed to the script for Passengers as proof that Jon Spaihts would have done a better job.

I’m not getting that. Mostly, I’m feeling what those Alien fans felt when they saw Prometheus: this is one of the most disappointing films I’ve seen in years.

Here be spoilers!


420 in Colorado is… not my favorite

4/20 used to be a day that Coloradans reflected on the tragedy at Columbine High, while a couple of outcasts in the corner whispered about a smokeout at the university in Boulder.

I miss those quiet days.

This is my first time living and working in Denver for 420, and it… wasn’t my favorite.


THE LEFTOVERS Season 3 Premiere + The Case for Azrael

When THE LEFTOVERS started, I was certain we’d never see an ending. Nobody would watch this depressing, spiral of a slice’o’life. Like 1% of the world in the first episode, it would depart without getting a final word in.

CARNIVALE had me kind of bitter.

But here we are. A final season! 8 episodes of glorious (and potentially apocalyptic) angst!

Here be spoilers!


Mark Hamill’s Tribute to Carrie Fisher is Absolutely Worth Setting Aside an Hour For

The Star Wars celebration has come and left us reeling with things to watch. If you’re anything like me, you worked through most of it and have no idea where to start. You may even be wondering if you should.

Let me tell you: Yes, you should.

This year stood out from the rest. It wasn’t just some con they chose to debut the trailer at. This was the 40th Anniversary that just so happened to fall after the loss of two of the series most iconic contributors: Carrie Fisher, and Kenny Baker.


[de]Branding: Introducing… Me

I have a theory: the internet encourages multiple personality disorder.

Over the years, I’ve paraded around the internet as many people. It began with the dial-up years. Hellfire rained over news broadcasts as they warned of child abduction after someone disclosed their real name ON THE INTERNET. Sages of local sports and weather forecasts wisely warned against using your name or anything resembling it on your AOL account, lest you find yourself kidnapped and murdered. We were immediately conditioned to adopt an alias for the internet.

At the time, I was hooked on ANIMORPHS. One of the alien creatures, a Hork-Bajir, was introduced as “Jara Hamee”. To this, a main character quipped, “Whoa, your name is Jeremy?” Which was my name, and that stuck with me because I was 11 years old. This scene came back to me as I racked my brain for something to call myself on-line. All my friends lovingly called me Germ, so I married the two and was born unto the internet as Germ Hamee.

Art from a friend of Germ Hamee. A surfer dude. Who lived in Colorado. Yeah, I was 11.

I maintained Germ Hamee for years, and this was pretty simple. Simple, until things got personal, and I felt the need to create another name for my on-line gaming persona. I couldn’t have my gaming friends read about my inner turmoil! For this, I decided on Reyn. Reyn Wilde.

Then, I started marketing myself as a writer. All my favorite writers wrote under pseudonyms, so it seemed natural for me to do the same. I tried J.N. Howell, but eventually settled on Nathan Trader.

This was wildly liberating.