I went to see King Lear at San Diego's Old Globe Theatre this Thursday. I enjoyed the performance. The stage craft was a pleasure to watch (storm born of soap flakes, apparently an old trick but new to me, and watching Gloucester get his eyes torn out and crushed). Also, I adore the way Shakespearean dialog flows.
Two things surprised me when I about the play The first was how gory the blinding of Gloucaster was... 'Out Vile Jelly." The second was how relevant the intergenerational conflict was to my own thinking.
First, a quibble; I don't appreciate Shakespeare's perpetual use of the 'disguise' trope. Disguises are utilized over and over again, and frankly -to me- it makes the characters seem stupid. Lear didn't recognize Kent? Really? I bring up this reliance only because the rest of Shakespeare's writing holds up so well: characters make dumb mistakes, characters die accidentally and generally the characters feel like real people.
Furthermore, 'King Lear' completely typifies how susceptible the elderly -as a class- are to flattery. Over and over again I watched grandparents spurned their children in favor of strangers and con artists who were capable of saying what they wanted to hear, of making them feel as though they were still relevant, still important... still a king. 'King Lear' also dramatized how incredibly difficult it is for children to take on a management role when it comes to their parents, and how easy it is for relationships to be destroyed because of an inability to navigate this transition.
In the end, King Lear is not the kind of fatalist, predestined tragedy of 'Romeo and Juliet' or Oedipus. King Lear is -at its heart- a tragedy of escalation. The machinations of Edmund, playing the role of low rent Iago, have their role in the various downfalls, but the root of the various disasters is the gradually increasing animosity between Lear and his daughters. Cordelia is good not so much because she tells the truth, but because she is willing to forgive and keep loving a father despite his declining faculties. Alternately, her sisters manipulate and eventually spurn their father because they are worried about his rages and his uncontrollability.
For another (exceedingly relevant) take on inter-generational conflict and the difficulties inherent in the diminishment of one generation and their children trying to cope, you can watch the 'Grey Dawn' episode of South Park. Link Much funnier than King Lear...
J.M. Perkins writes Action Horror, Science Fiction and whatever else will pay the bills.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Movies Based on 80s Toys you wish they would make...
I would literally watch each and every one of these. Except the Cabage Patch Kids movie, those things look creepy as shit...
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Comic-Con Resolutions
1. Next year I will be in good enough shape to dress up as a decent looking Guile.
Instead of a older, retired (i.e. fat) Guile. (Note: I don't think it is possible for a human being to actually look like that... his arms are literally bigger than his waist.)
2. Next year I will strike up more conversations in line, network more and just generally make better use of the opportunities to meet, greet and collaborate with my cohort.
3. Distribute a zine in lieu of business cards (like this year) except: A) No Errors B) More Pictures and C) More distribution by my friend Erin... preferably in some kind of nerdgasm outfit.
Instead of a older, retired (i.e. fat) Guile. (Note: I don't think it is possible for a human being to actually look like that... his arms are literally bigger than his waist.)
2. Next year I will strike up more conversations in line, network more and just generally make better use of the opportunities to meet, greet and collaborate with my cohort.
3. Distribute a zine in lieu of business cards (like this year) except: A) No Errors B) More Pictures and C) More distribution by my friend Erin... preferably in some kind of nerdgasm outfit.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Comic-Con Lesson #124 - Making the best of what you have
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The Case of the Missing Ellipsis
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The Perfect is the Enemy of the Good
I made a zine for con.
Somewhere after my friend's proof read I reworked a line about my video game writing credits, trying to form the vague outline of what I thought might be a joke. The line is supposed to read
'I have a...
some video game writing credits' (To whit, I wrote several characters for Telepath RPG: Servants of God. That counts as 'some' right?). Instead, because of the vagaries of the zine template, it reads
'I have a
some video game writing credits.'
My mother (yeah, my Mom came with me to comic-con today, how cool is that?) saw this and thought it was a funny joke. I was mortified. The fact that the 'humor' wasn't clearly delineated made me want to pulp every last copy.
But I didn't. I listened to my wife who assured me that the joke still worked (insofar as it could ever have been said to 'work') and so I grudgingly continued to distribute the eight page bastard children. I have some more to give out. tomorrow.
A lot of people would contend that as an aspiring professional, to settle for anything shy of perfection is to shoot my career in the foot. I don't agree. Comic-Con is my best chance (for the next year at least) to promote myself in any way and I am not going to squander that because one throwaway line isn't as clear as I might like.
I guess what I am trying to say is simply this: The perfect is the enemy of the good. This is not a get out of mistake free card, this is not me excusing my errors because I will never be perfect. Instead, it simply acknowledging the fact that if I wait until everything is perfect I will never do anything. And if I let my setbacks stop me I will never accomplish anything. You do what you can with what you're got, and you learn to do better next time.
Or you don't, and continue to forget punctuation
I made a zine for con.
Somewhere after my friend's proof read I reworked a line about my video game writing credits, trying to form the vague outline of what I thought might be a joke. The line is supposed to read
'I have a...
some video game writing credits' (To whit, I wrote several characters for Telepath RPG: Servants of God. That counts as 'some' right?). Instead, because of the vagaries of the zine template, it reads
'I have a
some video game writing credits.'
My mother (yeah, my Mom came with me to comic-con today, how cool is that?) saw this and thought it was a funny joke. I was mortified. The fact that the 'humor' wasn't clearly delineated made me want to pulp every last copy.
But I didn't. I listened to my wife who assured me that the joke still worked (insofar as it could ever have been said to 'work') and so I grudgingly continued to distribute the eight page bastard children. I have some more to give out. tomorrow.
A lot of people would contend that as an aspiring professional, to settle for anything shy of perfection is to shoot my career in the foot. I don't agree. Comic-Con is my best chance (for the next year at least) to promote myself in any way and I am not going to squander that because one throwaway line isn't as clear as I might like.
I guess what I am trying to say is simply this: The perfect is the enemy of the good. This is not a get out of mistake free card, this is not me excusing my errors because I will never be perfect. Instead, it simply acknowledging the fact that if I wait until everything is perfect I will never do anything. And if I let my setbacks stop me I will never accomplish anything. You do what you can with what you're got, and you learn to do better next time.
Or you don't, and continue to forget punctuation
Friday, July 23, 2010
Comic-Con is...
...inspiring. There is something about being around so many artists, writers and entrepreneurs that always reminds me to get off my ass and start writing. Comic-Con is a pop culture super collider, where all the elements of our culture are smashed together with reckless abandon (or with demographic driven marketing genius) to see what sticks. (Time travelling zombie super-hero steampunk Abraham Lincoln teaming up with Barack Obama: Comic-Con Exclusive!). Comic-Con is a sloshing seven layer Boba drink where creatives, fanboys, hygiene innocent ur-geeks, suits, rent by the hour hot bodies, rising and falling stars all mosh about in a convention hall for ten hours a day. Comic-Con is transforming San Diego.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
My Comic-Con of Art

Giuseppe: The Lost Brother

The Breast... err Best Superpower

Happy Vikings

Memento Mori

Commence Assault

The Wrong Kind of Mushroom

Villain Reveal

Fractal Nostalgia

Someone Set us up the Bomb

Kaiju

Downfall
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Your Favorite Dinosaur Sucks
Nerd stand up at its best...
Seriously though my favorite dinosaur was Ankylosaurus like he mentioned. They looked like this
I just thought it was cool that they had a tail which was a club.
Seriously though my favorite dinosaur was Ankylosaurus like he mentioned. They looked like this
I just thought it was cool that they had a tail which was a club.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
The reason my author name can never be John Perkins...
...is because of this guy, also named John Perkins. Can't blame him, he didn't know what an awesome person he would one day inconvenience. Now whenever I introduce myself to a Hippie they invariably ask if I read Confessions of an Economic Hitman. Anyway, the other John Perkins claims he was hired by the US government to help sabotage the economies of the third world by convincing them to take on debt. His arguments are here compressed here in cartoon form. Caveat Emptor indeed...
Reverse Graffiti
I've seen pictures of this guy's art before, but watching the making of video was fascinating. He takes the instinct behind writing 'Wash Me' on a dirty car up to eleven.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Comedy Gold: Deliberately Bad Writing

The Bulwer-Lytton award the given every year the worst first sentence of a novel, from contestants that are trying to be bad (and hence these sentences are not actually part of actual, honest to goodness novels... at least I hope they aren't). I guffawed at the 2010 winner, Molly Ringle:
For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity’s affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss — a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity’s mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world’s thirstiest gerbil.
You can read over twenty years of awful here.
There is a related poetry contest called 'Wergle Flomp' about who can write the worst poem for www.poetry.com a vanity website that will literally publish anything.
Picture Source
Bulwer-Lytton bonus:
Gerald began—but was interrupted by a piercing whistle which cost him ten percent of his hearing permanently, as it did everyone else in a ten-mile radius of the eruption, not that it mattered much because for them “permanently” meant the next ten minutes or so until buried by searing lava or suffocated by choking ash—to pee.
--Jim Gleeson, Madison, Wisconsin (2007 Winner)
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Tim Halperin - She Runs - Official Music Video
Nifty music video of a catchy song. Much cooler than any school play I was ever in, except when I totally kicked ass as a turkey in the fourth grade. Supposedly they made this for $500 in one long dolly take. I post this because A) I like it B) I got a form letter asking me to. Finally, my blog is significant enough for me to be on a press release mailing list... I AM SO FAMOUS NOW!!!
Long Overdue Plug...
For Rebecca Rose of Jealous Bitch! I met Rebecca when I was pleading through craigslist to find a local writer to hang out with, and after a cursory glance through her website I promptly forgot how funny she was...
Rebecca pokes fun of pop culture, rags on everyone and exhibits an mildly unsettling obsession with hot Asian guys (which she once assured me was just a joke... but seriously she has a mildly unsettling obsession with hot asian guys.)
Two of my favorite bits from her most recent post where she is describing the fashion line of Jenny 'Jwoww' Farley of Jersey Shore Fame.
The signature gown in the "Craigslist" Evening Wear collection.
The poor model is terrified, terrified, that the thing who took half her dress will come for her next.
Rebecca's site is everything we love about the internet: unflappably current, sympathetically mean spirited and above all double spit take pee your pants a little bit funny. I highly recommend it.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Letter of Recommendation
(Today is my last day at the civil engineering company I work for. Best job I've ever had. While I am sorry to see it end, my boss has been kind enough to sign a Letter of Recommendation for me... a letter that I myself wrote. The following is the letter I wish I had written.)
To Whom it May Concern;
From April through July 2010 JM Perkins was employed at Generic Engineering Company as a Temporary Receptionist. However, a more apt description of his duties and action during this time would be 'all around badass, awesome sauce super cool super-scientist.'
Generic Civil Engineering Company (or as we have rechristened ourselves 'The JM Perkins Fan Club: that also sometimes engages in engineering') begged John to stay on as CEO/Pope/Emperor but he informed us -with a look of beatific, compassionate determination- that he was needed elsewhere. Every man, woman and janitor in the company launched into a week long session of woe and lamentation when he informed us that his decision was final. I do not know why he has selected your company to bless by his mere prescence but by all means stop what you are doing right now and HIRE J.M. PERKINS! His breath is ever smelling of delicious peppermint and the seat that he used while here has been known to cure any ailment.
The following anecdote should illustrate how John (typically) spent his time at our company. I once watched him punch a Velociraptor in the face and proceed to grasp the dinosaur's tail and swing the beast about therby fashioning an impromptu flail to defeat a small horde of zombies and a decapitate a platoon of Dracula clones. While in the company's employ he preformed innumerable acts of heroism and daring-due of which the above mentioned instance is but a tawdry example (I mention the dinosaur/undead incident only because so many of the other acts occurred in hyperspace or against creatures of unimaginable, incommunicable horror.) Lest you think young Perkins is all brawn and no brain, John was quite adept at fixing holes in the space time continuum through the sheer power of his maths. He did this while answering the phones and subtly increasing our productivity 430%.
John made each and every person smarter, happier and more attractive just through the emanations of his glory.
Through supreme act of will we will suppress our eternal disappointment at the regular receptionist who just couldn't continue in Maternity Leave indefinitely as we had asked her. But better to have hired JM Perkins and watched him go than to never have hired JM Perkins at all.
If you have any questions please feel free to contact me.
Jack Everyboss
(Signed Jack everyboss)
PS Would you please ask John to call as soon as he gets the chance?
To Whom it May Concern;
From April through July 2010 JM Perkins was employed at Generic Engineering Company as a Temporary Receptionist. However, a more apt description of his duties and action during this time would be 'all around badass, awesome sauce super cool super-scientist.'
Generic Civil Engineering Company (or as we have rechristened ourselves 'The JM Perkins Fan Club: that also sometimes engages in engineering') begged John to stay on as CEO/Pope/Emperor but he informed us -with a look of beatific, compassionate determination- that he was needed elsewhere. Every man, woman and janitor in the company launched into a week long session of woe and lamentation when he informed us that his decision was final. I do not know why he has selected your company to bless by his mere prescence but by all means stop what you are doing right now and HIRE J.M. PERKINS! His breath is ever smelling of delicious peppermint and the seat that he used while here has been known to cure any ailment.
The following anecdote should illustrate how John (typically) spent his time at our company. I once watched him punch a Velociraptor in the face and proceed to grasp the dinosaur's tail and swing the beast about therby fashioning an impromptu flail to defeat a small horde of zombies and a decapitate a platoon of Dracula clones. While in the company's employ he preformed innumerable acts of heroism and daring-due of which the above mentioned instance is but a tawdry example (I mention the dinosaur/undead incident only because so many of the other acts occurred in hyperspace or against creatures of unimaginable, incommunicable horror.) Lest you think young Perkins is all brawn and no brain, John was quite adept at fixing holes in the space time continuum through the sheer power of his maths. He did this while answering the phones and subtly increasing our productivity 430%.
John made each and every person smarter, happier and more attractive just through the emanations of his glory.
Through supreme act of will we will suppress our eternal disappointment at the regular receptionist who just couldn't continue in Maternity Leave indefinitely as we had asked her. But better to have hired JM Perkins and watched him go than to never have hired JM Perkins at all.
If you have any questions please feel free to contact me.
Jack Everyboss
(Signed Jack everyboss)
PS Would you please ask John to call as soon as he gets the chance?
The Zine I will be distributing at Comic-Con
This is the superniftytubularcoolextreme!(tm) Zine I will be distributing at Comic-Con. My frst day attending will be exactly one week from today, but my art (and hence the zines) will be going up Wednesday. Folding instructions are here if you're interested in printing (and or reading) the thing. I was going to explicitly mention Comic-Con on these, but I had the idea that I might use these as a go-to substitution for business cards as a way of introducing myself as a writer.
Zine.
Zine.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Ferris Club
Two great tastes that taste great together!
I've actually read rampant internet speculation that Bueller is just Cameron's ideal. Nifty idea, but John Hughes doesn't deal in mind screws.
I've actually read rampant internet speculation that Bueller is just Cameron's ideal. Nifty idea, but John Hughes doesn't deal in mind screws.
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