Apes Of Wrath

Posted in Books, General, Movies, News, Raves on August 9, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

First off, RISE OF THE PLANET OF THE APES rocks! It’s dumb as a box of rocks, but it moves swift, has heart, and the CGI looks wonderful. Not much else to say here. If you’ve seen the previews you’ve pretty much seen the movie. Also, the title kind of says it all.

Regardless, the film is fun and definitely worth a look (those sharply animated apes are awesome to behold – same for the carnage in their last act rampage).


(Revolution is no barrel of monkeys!)

What else?

Well, Loyal Reader, it just happens to be my name day! Yep! I’m thirty-seven years young (though I don’t feel a day over twenty-two). My lovely family spoiled me with new books (Jay-Z’s DECODED and Chuck Klosterman’s THE VISIBLE MAN), and ice cream cake, and dinner (PF Chang’s) and that ape movie. Awesome.

Talk about feeling special. Not only did my wife and daughter spoil me rotten, my Facebook friends came out in droves with birthday wishes. Pretty cool, huh? Life is good.

I really, really want to comment on each post, but I’ve gotten over two hundred sentiments and after personally thanking half of them, well, unless I want to spend ALL NIGHT responding, I had no choice but to let it go. I’ll definitely be sending out a mass thank you message (which I intend to do as soon as I’m finished here). Thank you, thank you, thank you Facebookers! I appreciate you taking the time to stop by my wall.


(Yikes! How cool is that?)

Well, tomorrow is officially the first day of school. The kids will be out en mass. I’m excited, and a little nervous, and even though it’s my birthday, I need to blow out these candles and turn in early so I’m well rested for the big day. This party animal is getting too old. But that’s A-okay. Being thirty-something rules!

Nighty-night!

School Daze

Posted in General, News, Raves on August 8, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Back to the grind, Loyal Reader. Except, lucky, lucky, lucky Me, my job is anything but a grind. Teaching high school English is way too much fun. True, it can be frustrating. Kids – my primary clients – are often times certifiable. They can really work you over. Working with a pack of crazies (who like to gang up on you in their illogical arguments) can be dangerous. You have stay one step ahead. Jedi skills help. Mind tricks, reverse psychology, stone cold stares (that’s a fun one), feigning madness, cultivating and shaping unease – the list goes on and on. The tactics are endless. The key is to employ them while holding on to your sanity and not letting teen idiocy get to you. It’s all about having fun with it. Wisdom bests raw youth every time. Oh, and remember, you are in control.

Which absolutely rules.

When are we ever in control?

Your classroom. Your rules. Your spin on the curriculum. It’s mighty empowering.


(I work right here.)

Anyways, today, my fellow teachers and the staff of my high school returned from summer vacation for the first workday of the school year. The kids don’t show up until Wednesday, so we have morning meetings and then we get the rest of the day to prepare our classrooms for the impending onslaught of smelly teens. So then, after a little red tape it’s off to our rooms (or, should your room be all ready to go, it’s off to wherever you desire – control, baby – yep!).

Look, I’ve worked retail, and waited tables, and then after college I dove head first into a business marketing career, and I’ve gotta say, compared to what I do now, these jobs sucked big time. Meeting up with a crew of teachers after two months of restful vacation feels good. It’s just like back in the day when we were kids re-convening for the first day of school. Hugs and handshakes abound. Sure, we all wish we had another month to sleep in and live each day as if it were a Saturday, but hell! We’ve all just had two months off. Two months!

Working marketing or retail, I was lucky if I got two weeks vacation time. And worse, while away, the work continued to pile up. It’s nice how we all go away and then come back and everything just sort of resets. It’s the same with Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Spring breaks. We complain, but alas, we jest. The majority of us (there are a few burn outs in every bunch) know how lucky we are. We appreciate the time off and are anxious to be back. Most of us actually miss the kids and look forward to guiding them through the year.

Quick break! Check out some inspirational teacher talk from a poetry slam champ…

Jealous? Of course you are, but don’t fret. Did I mention we have to get up at the butt crack of dawn? Or how about having a bad day? Nothing makes a crappy day worse than obnoxious hordes of teenagers getting on your nerves.

Pros and cons aside, walking those high school hallways always feels a bit surreal. An odd nostalgia tugs at the heartstrings.

It’s weird spending my youth on one side of the fence and living my adulthood on the other. Knowing what I know, seeing how things work on the other side of the curtain, I can’t help but to smile. Man, I was sooo stupid as a teen! The small army of teachers, administrators, principals, and custodians, and lunch ladies, running the institution are regular folks that cuss, and slack, and goof off just like the kids they’re trying to whip into shape. Some are cool. Some are dorks. Some are good. Some are evil.


(Control, good sir, control.)

Not that the students seem to care. Sometimes it feels like they don’t see us as people. We’re Authority Figures. Automatons. Shells. Self absorption (the most evil of all teenage shortcomings) strips us of our humanity. This is a bit much for some (statistical evidence suggests that most teachers move on to something else – be it administration or a different field all together – within four years time). They freak out and forget that kids are kids. They forget to take a deep breath, flex their thick skin, embrace patience, and draw understanding from deep within. Successful teachers need limitless amounts of intestinal fortitude.

I love this song, Loyal Reader. All hail mid 80s Van Halen!

Blog Star

Posted in General, Movies, News, Rants, Television on August 7, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Perez Hilton, slide your big butt over…MLC is in the house!

(no offense, Mr. Hilton, I just thought that was a funny opener.)

A news agency (of sorts – visit thecomicscomic.com and see for yourself) pulled a quote from my blog review of the Katt Williams show at the Ontario, Ca, Improv on Friday night (Claws Out). This isn’t cause for too much excitement, but as a struggling writer it’s nice to see my words in print wherever they may be.

Big ups to The Comic’s Comic for recognizing good stuff when they see it! 😉


(True that.)

That’s not much of a blog now is it?

I know, I know, but it’s Sunday and I’ve been working hard on a promotional Michael Louis Calvillo Must Be Destroyed! magnet (available at a horror writer’s convention near you), and I’m ready to shut off my brain for some BIG BROTHER, and then a little CURB.

365 posts.

Nonstop.

I shall prevail.

Should you doubt me, never fear. There’s big stuff on the horizon. More on my WORM series (The WORM Deconstructed Part I, Part II). FINAL DESTINATION 5, RISE OF THE PLANET OF THE APES, and CONAN are on my movie radar. Oh, and I’m getting back to work and I’ll have some war stories soon enough.

365 posts.

Stay with me, things are bound to get good.

Until tomorrow, Loyal Reader.

Claws Out

Posted in News, Rants, Raves on August 6, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Saw the Katt man last night…

Whoa! I’m not sure what the hell was going on.

The Man came out dressed in rodeo-militant-raver wear complete with spike studded captain’s hat and green lights attached to the front bill. A bull’s head skeleton, those old western kind, adorned his mic stand. And when he spoke, it was as if his spirit had been through the meat-grinder. He was beat down, Loyal Reader.

There were funny bits, sure, there were smart-psycho genius funny jokes, but his morose cadence and Presence with a capital ‘P’ were lethargic at best. The otherwise hyper, motormouth was pausing between bits while the crowd fell into awkward silences. One Chicano man freaked out after about an hour of the odd, scatological weirdness. He was so irritated he threw up his arms and screamed, “THIS SHOW SUCKS!” on his way out the door.

Williams instantly came to life, cussing out the heckler, baiting him, threatening to drop kick him right there on the stage. The place felt alive for a few electric minutes, but then Katt went into more of that slow drawl, drawing out stranger and stranger bits. Punch lines came at odd intervals. More people got up and left (this happened at a clip of about one or two couples every fifteen to twenty minutes).


(A picture is worth a thousand words.)

My party was getting antsy (and we’re generally a pretty patient bunch). But the vibe in the room never improved. It soured and that was that. We ended up leaving after about two hours, frustrated that we didn’t get what we thought we were going to. There were some brilliant bits sprinkled throughout the set. Katt Williams, as nutso as he seems, is still an endearing figure. Throughout the set he kept referencing his wealth and then bringing up crap like how Dave Chappelle walked away from 50 million because the Devil Media Outlet he worked for was only giving him 10% of five hundred million dollars. Because he walked away, the Media Outlet made it look like he was smoking crack. They asked the public, how can you walk away from 50 million dollars! They insinuated that you’d have to be on crack to pass on 50 million bucks!

Nobody really understood the financial chaos going on. Nobody listened to the details, they just figured Dave went crazy. The Media Outlet was screwing him over. All of this paired with the onset of mega-fame? Fuggedaboutit. The poor dude just needed to get away. This is all fine and good and interesting even, I’m glad Katt cleared it up, but the material wasn’t necessarily funny. It made me feel like Katt was the one in need of a relaxing getaway.


(Avoid the sanitarium at all costs! Stay sane!)

The comic delivered his material with such a quiet scorn that everything felt sharp and kind of uneasy. He kept putting himself down, shaking his head and letting us know how unfunny he was. He reasoned that if Dave Chappelle was Number One, and Dave Chappelle doesn’t even work, then why should Katt? If the funniest guy in the world wasn’t functioning, why should Katt? I understand what he was trying to say, but it still seems kind of illogical. You’re you, not Chappelle! You don’t have to share his pain. Besides who cares how much you empathize with Chappelle (who I love just as much)? I want some fun jokes, dammit!


(Uncomfortable comedy)

The jokes came, but they came implanted deep inside confessional grenades that kept exploding in routines about his “over-structured” childhood as a Jehovah’s Witness or Conspiracy Theorist paranoia about Muslims, and celebrity assassinations, and Bible stories. The man even attacked evolution, claiming it didn’t exist because the dinosaurs never adapted. Hmmm. Can anyone say cataclysm? There are some things you just can’t adapt to.

The off night resulted in some interesting moments. I still think Katt is an incredible comedian, deserving of all the money, and awards, and honors, he has earned (and can’t seem to stop talking about), but he seems to be going through some burnt out phase where touring is wearing him down. Maybe he was just tired. I think it goes deeper. I think Celebrity is making him sick. Money is losing its luster. His life is probably ready to evolve into a new phase (believe that).

I have faith Katt will get his mind right. He’s super smart. Set pieces on The Rodeo and Muddin’ and White People and Prison and Life in General, were as deep and inspired as they were funny. His rant on cancer was killer (I suppose I’m a little biased here). He’s definitely one of the special ones, I just think he ‘s in dire need of a rest. As rich as he boasts to be he can afford it. So please, Mr. Katt Williams, fly away. Lounge on a tropical beach. Love your blessed life. Speed talk your way back into our good graces!

A path to glory…

The Last Hurrah…

Posted in General, Rants, Raves on August 5, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

So it begins. Tonight kicks off the last weekend before school starts and I go back to working the day job. Ordinarily, it wouldn’t be much of a big deal. It happens every year. Teaching has its perks – we help kids, enjoy nice holiday breaks, get off work early (2:30pm, oh yeah!), and then, of course, the Big Kahuna, we get two looong months of summer vacation. Except this year I’ve been off work since last December.

That’s right, I haven’t earned an honest day’s pay (other than from my writing) for almost nine months.

I don’t like to get into it on my blog (or much anywhere else for that matter), but I’ve had some health problems (it’s cancer – if you absolutely need to know the details you can message me personally and I’ll bore you to death with grim crap) and my doctor wouldn’t let me get back in the classroom.


(Staying home is no party.)

Fortunately (after a bit of begging and pleading), I’ve been given the green light. But now, the closer I get, the more I doubt and love my decision to return to work. Staying home is no picnic. It wears on you faster than you might imagine. Sleeping in every single day may sound like a beautiful dream, but when the world continues on without you, you start to miss the little things. Getting up and being somewhere because you have to be, because your livelihood, and the livelihood of your family is dependent upon it, is a powerful, gratifying thing. It kicks sloth’s lazy ass up and down the street.

I’ve been feeling pretty damned useless sleeping in till noon, then surfing the web, then playing video games, while my family gets up, and gets ready, and gets out there, to do what’s required of them. It’s nice to be required.

Still, as excited as I am to become a requirement again, I’m not looking forward to the return of alarm clocks. Though necessary, especially when I need to be up and ready by six in the morning, I loathe their insidious beeping, annoying squawking, soul destroying buzz. I’m definitely gonna miss waking naturally. I’m gonna miss falling back to sleep for as long as I want.


(Die! Die! Die!)

But alas, time marches on, diseases let up (thank the heavens), kids grow into high schoolers, teachers get back at it, and the world goes round and round.

Well then, I’m ready to enjoy the weekend. My wife and I (plus good friends) are off to see Katt Williams (My Favorite Little Pimp) and eek every drop of fun out of our last few days that we can. I hope you do the same. ’till tomorrow, Loyal Reader.

The Real Reason The Internet Was Invented

Posted in Raves on August 4, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Forget fruitful Wikipedia searches and trading sensitive emails. Here’s one of the real reasons the Internet was invented…

So tell me?

Am I wrong?

Of course not. Okay then, be sure to visit those freaky, freakazoid perverts over at rathergood.com for more cheeky awesomeness (check out my fave, Gay Bar).

Good night for now, Loyal Reader. It’s late and I’m ready to power down. System shut down commencing in 3, 2, 1.


(Weirdness abounds...)

FREE BOOKS ARE BETTER THAN ALMOST ANY OTHER THING IN THE WORLD! – MLC’s Free Book Contest

Posted in Books, General, News on August 3, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

Nothing beats free books. I don’t know what it is, but I love them! A few years back, my wife and I spent a chunk of money on a trip to check out BEA (Book Expo America) – we didn’t have to fly, but we got a hotel room, and meals, and paid for our BEA registrations, but in the end I was happy as a clam lugging home armful upon armful of free books.

Beautiful, free, hardcover books!

We surely paid more than the cost of the free books for the overall experience, the weekend was far from a wash, but something about my shiny, new novels kept me smiling every time I’d recap for friends. “Man, my arms were so sore from all those free books!” Wonderful.

Anyway, today’s your lucky day, Loyal Reader! I’m gonna give away a couple of signed, PC (publisher’s copies) edition hardcovers of DEATH & DESIRE IN THE AGE OF WOMEN!

Now, they’re not exactly free, they’re the prizes in my first ever, hopefully annual, Free Books are Better than Almost Any Other Thing in the World Contest. Should this sort of thing get you fired up, all you need to do is post a review of any thing you have read by  me on Amazon, or Facebook, or Goodreads, or Horror-Mall, or anywhere else with decent traffic that accepts reviews. The book is worth $55 bucks, I’ll pick up the shipping, and even throw in some Michael Louis Calvillo Must Be Destroyed swag, while packing the winner’s prize for the mail.

 
(Bloodletting did one heck of a job on the production – The finished book is very pretty)

So whadda you say?

Just send me a link to your review and you will automatically be put into a random drawing for the book(s). I’m still small potatoes as an author (the reason these reviews mean so much) and chances are the contest won’t be super crowded, so your odds of winning are pretty good. If I love, love, love your entry, but it is not one of the winning, random draws, I might find it in my heart to send you some sort of freebie  for your efforts (I have some PC editions of other work lying around here). Blow me away and I’ll be generous.

Oh, and if you aren’t thrilled with my stuff, that’s okay, your opinion is your opinion, lukewarm to bad reviews also qualify (though they have the potential to hurt my feelings).

Send all entries to mlcalvillo@yahoo.com. Deadline is October 30th, 2011. Winners will be announced on Halloween and prizes will be sent immediately thereafter. Please feel free to repost this and get the word out, I’d really appreciate any and all help.

All right then, good luck!

Watching Sunday’s BIG BROTHER On Tuesday!

Posted in Rants, Raves, Television on August 2, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

The damn DVR is nearing capacity! It’s not happy at 83 percent and neither am I. But then I’m tired and would rather get to bed early with a book to ease me off to dreamland (the wife agrees).

But, if we don’t watch Sunday’s BIG BROTHER (that definitive BB post is coming soon…) by tonight, we won’t be ready for tomorrow’s (or Thursday’s) telecast. We will never get back on track!


(And I’m watching BIG BROTHER!)

This is surely the stupidest problem in the world. Right?

Except you gotta believe me when I exclaim, “I love me some BIG BROTHER!!!”

It reminds me of Shakespeare’s corpse strewn RICHARD III with all of its Machiavellian motives and backstabbing drama. Okay, okay, as promised, more on the great BB later…

For now, I gotta play catch-up (HELL’S KITCHEN, MASTERCHEF, and even an episode of the usual, immediate watch, CURB YOUR ENTHUSIASM, are impatiently waiting their turn in the digital queue).

…But The Keys Were Already In The Ignition?!!!

Posted in Rants, Raves, Television on August 1, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

OMG!

Look at that – this wacky, sad show actually has me screaming like a school girl. But trust me, Loyal Reader, it really is that good. Well…for now. I’m sure it’ll lose its luster faster than a thug trying to ditch the cops down a dark alleyway, but at the moment it’s my new passion.


(Oh yeah, it’s real. Why aren’t you watching?)

A student of mine (much like the perps in the show) told me about it last year. For some reason, the concept refused to stick. Bait Car. I mean, I got it, I get it. Bait Car. Simple. But all of the parameters didn’t line up. It didn’t make much sense. Leave a car in an economically stressed neighborhood and wait for someone to steal it. Once they do the devious deed, the cops swoop in and justice is served. But why would a thief choose this particular car to steal? Isn’t this some form of entrapment?

I asked my student a few questions, but, like all teenagers he babbled round and round and the only clarification I got on how the show actually worked was…well…that self explanatory title.

“It’s Bait Car, Mr. Calvillo.”

“Yeah, but why do they steal the car? How do they set it up?”

“They just steal it. It’s Bait Car.”

I promptly forgot about it and went on with life. Fast forward to a couple of days ago. I was surfing through a batch of severely neglected channels (cable is completely ridiculous, Loyal Reader – we get like thousands of channels – thousands!) and stumbled upon TRU TV and their original program, BAIT CAR.


(I have yet to see a warning sign on the show.)

OMG! (again). BAIT CAR is just what it sounds like. The cops leave a car in a bad neighborhood and thugs do indeed steal it. The details I was looking for are unimportant – it’s all about the moment of truth when the perp is busted and hauled away – but here’s how things work anyway.

The police rig a plain Jane car with hidden cameras, microphones, and some sort of On-Star / Lo-Jack type tracking device that allows the law to disable the car and lock its doors at will.

Undercover officers then leave the car alongside a curb and even stage a mock domestic dispute before departing in another vehicle should any would be thieves be around to witness their impromptu bit of street theater. Here’s where my brain kept hiccuping on concept. I mean, why steal this particular car? All my student had to say was, “Oh, they leave the driver’s side window half down and the keys dangling in the ignition.” Duh.

Now here is where I start to feel all kinds of bad. These ghetto neighborhoods are filled with bored, aimless, young men who have nothing better to do than hang out on the streets and get into trouble. It’s a HUGE societal problem, one that raises question about race, and equality, and social class, and even makes me believe conspiracy theorists when they accuse the CIA of introducing crack-cocaine into non-white, minority (at the time) neighborhoods. Alas, this is an argument for another post. Same with that pesky issue of entrapment. It doesn’t seem entirely fair. Still, stealing is stealing and…

Anyway, back to the joys of the show…

Ignoring those pangs of Big Picture morality, Bait Car becomes crazy entertaining. In some episodes, the car is literally overrun with packs of young thugs. They crowd round the car and holler for the lucky fool in the front seat to, “Pop the trunk!” Meanwhile, an Undercover hides within covert view of the car and gets it all on videotape.

We see one, then two, then three, interested parties pace around the bait car, then all of sudden ten strong rush in and try to steal what they can. “Yo, pop the trunk, yo!”

The trunk never pops. In time, one brave soul ignores the red flags, starts the car up, and attempts to hide it in an alley (“Park it in the alley!” is the second most used request after, “Pop the trunk!”). Once in motion, the police monitor the car’s movements until they feel it’s the right time to move in.

And this is where the sick magic happens. The hapless criminal and his equally hapless accomplices are stuck in an inoperable car with doors that refuse to open. Score one for technology. Johnny Law has his day. Finito.

But you’ve already seen plenty of episodes of COPS and this sounds just like COPS, so why bother watching?

I’m not exactly sure what makes BAIT CAR any better, but I’ve been learning that petty criminals and / or the type of thug that actually moves into steal bait cars (plenty of seasoned criminals walk on by, warning their friends, simply muttering, “Bait car, yo.”) are of the Three Stooges, Jack-Ass, Mr. Bean variety. They’re pratfall stupid, brazen, and goofily earnest in their bumbling naivety. They’re lovable thieves (if there is such a thing) who stutter and stammer that they are only moving the car for a friend or are doing some sort of civil duty by driving the car somewhere safe. They fast talk. They plead innocence. They cry. Lots of them are baby-faced kids between the ages of thirteen and twenty-three. Some of them probably don’t even belong in jail (yet they probably do).


(Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’.)

Oh Bait Car, I don’t know how you manage to make car thieves seem so sad and sympathetic, but I like that you do. COPS is way too ugly for my tastes. Entrapping desperate, hopeless criminals makes them seem a whole lot less dangerous. Looks like I prefer my True Crime Reality Television with a splash of humility.

There are a bunch of videos on Bait Cars (Tru TV’s – which I can’t get to work on wordpress – and other tidbits / news items from millions of sources). Search ’em out if you demand some instant gratification…

 

 

In The Mood For Cheese

Posted in General, Movies, Rants, Raves on August 1, 2011 by Michael Louis Calvillo

CRAZY STUPID LOVE is just that. It’s Crazy because it features unbelievable characters doing unbelievable things. It’s Stupid because coincidence, chance, and an extreme suspension of disbelief are required to follow many of the major plot points. Yet, it’s worth watching thanks to good, old Love.

A romantic comedy such as this really only needs to do two things to succeed. It needs to make us laugh (hence the comedy part of the equation) and it needs to raise a few flutters of aw-shucksy warmth. As crazy, stupid, earnest, as the film may be, it still does exactly what it sets out to do.


(This man will save your otherwise ridiculous film)

Mood probably has something to do with it. Sitting there with my bestest girl, holding hands, happy to be out of the house for an airy bit of fluff made things all the more pleasant. I”m forgiving a whole lot here, Loyal Reader.

Well hey, Steve Carell and his toothy charisma help. His dead-on timing makes the whole production go down a lot easier than had he not been the lead. There’s lots of screwy, situational comedy – unfortunately the twists and turns are as pedestrian and ho-hum as your typical television sitcom – but then, there are sweet moments, and genuinely funny bits, and I found myself smiling more than not.

Sometimes cheese satisfies in a way substance can’t.