Tagged: adventure

Theatrical Thursday – Legendary Heroes, featuring Ellen Ripley.

In an era dominated by testosterone, big muscles, bigger guns, and the ever present Alpha Male phenomenon, the idea of a female lead in an action role was not just uncommon, but largely unheard of. Guys like Stallone, Schwarzenegger, Bruce Willis, and Van Damme ruled the box office with their macho mix of tough cop roles, cheesy one liners, and improbable shoot outs; for a female to suit up in a stereotypical male lead ‘hero’ role, in that era, was quite remarkable. Ellen Ripley, the Warrant Officer on the Nostromo (effectively played by Sigourney Weaver) in the original 1979 film, was a true bad ass.

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Everything about Ripley was atypical for a hero lead; she wasn’t bulging with pecs and biceps, she wasn’t trained in any sort of martial art, there were no Matrix style slow-mo flip kicks, she didn’t dish out one liners like candy, and she obviously wasn’t a dude.

She did, however, possess an uncommon resilience in the face of unthinkable carnage (standing toe to toe with a dinosaur sized mother alien was pretty damned awesome), and courage that rivaled any character that Stallone or Arnold ever played. Her secret weapon? Her intellect. She outsmarted her alien foes with true cunning. Who knows, Ripley vs. Rambo may have been a decent duel. At any rate, Sigourney Weaver made that role her own (a role that was originally written for a man); she beat the snot out of gnarly aliens across space and time, and in my eyes, is one bad ass Legendary Hero for doing it.

SnowPorn.

I almost feel compelled to whisper when looking at this week’s space. Maybe it’s the internal simplicity, providing a subtle, quiet, meditative peace, or the warmth of the wood contrasting brilliantly with the outer cold, or maybe it’s just the expansive majesty of that view. Either way, I won’t babble on too much and spoil it. Let the daydreams commence.

Light your fire, grab your coffee (or wine), snag your book…and cozy up to the warmth of this week’s great wintry space.

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from The Passing at Highway 10.

Below is a snippet from an unfinished short story…enjoy, and thank you for reading.

As she stood, I hurried behind her to help slip the jacket on that she’d carried over from behind the bar; it was long and red, and had a faint smell of sweet flowers and summertime.  The back of my hand grazed her bare arm, and it felt warm and smooth, and my heart damn near jumped three feet out of my chest.  “You ready?”, she said out of smiling lips.

A blast of thunder exploded outside with a crazy boom, and it sounded like a fucking nuke got detonated.  She jumped at the sound, and I glanced outside into that swirling mess of a storm.  The wind had picked up rapidly, and I thought to myself that it was going to be a slow, careful drive. I couldn’t have been more wrong. “Yeah”, I said, to answer her question, and I jerked my chair in and walked her to the door; we both flashed a wave and a smile to Jack behind the bar, and readied ourselves for the race out to the rig.