Birthday loot 2025.

Nabbed these today at Barnes & Noble, and since it's where I got the Poe book, it seemed fitting they be horror.

Happy 50th birthday to myself!

-Last year.

(Sent back in time from 7/31/25)

Can't say it better than I just did on Facebook...

Thanks for the birthday well wishes everyone! Had...an okay time. Had the family over, and we gorged and laughed. Ma's absence didn't catch up to me until the very end when everyone was leaving. Got a little tingle-eyed. Ma's gone, I'm 50, Trump's president. All of this feels like a weird fucking dream.

Yup, we lost Ma. Here's that.

-Dawn Meggison (1952-2025)

-Tea!! Tea!! Tea!!

Yeah, that about says it all.

I'll put the link HERE for the loot.

Already got a couple things.

Tea!! Tea!! Tea!!

The promised side-sequel to "Poe-read-a-thon 2".

My mother and grandmother were big time Stephen King fangirls.

And big time tea drinkers.

Poe-read-a-thon 2!!!

-Big-book-of-Poe acquisition.

-Big-book-of-Poe review.

-"Arthur Gordon Pym" sequels acquisition.

Added a special surprise bonus book.

Finished all the reading on June 29th.

These were hard to boil down, so the review fought with me to begin with.

Then we had family tragedy.

It all seemed rather pointless to keep going with it; but, I came up with a sequel idea that ties it into a memorial for Ma, so that gave me strength again.

But! Before I can get to that, I have to do this one! So, here we go!

RIP Ozzy Osbourne

From my future self in 6/6/26.

Ma passed on the 10th, and the wind was knocked out of me, and I just couldn't deal with keeping up on these.

Ozzy was one of of my faves, but my uncles worshipped him.

I didn't even mention him at the wake after-party.

His songs popped up on the radio, and we were kinda silent about it.

There's always been this weird tension in our culture over whether weird nerds like me should "be allowed" to listen to metal.

I dunno, I'm a horror guy, and horror and metal go together like peanut butter and jelly.

And Stephen King is a fellow geek. He ain't sleeping with a million groupies.

Although...he did do the coke.

Well, if I stuck to things that didn't have gatekeepers, I'd literally have nothing.

And I'm not fucking doing that.

So, fuck you, I liked Ozzy.

And I fucking miss him.

A world without Ozzy and my mother sucks.

RIP Malcolm-Jamal Warner

From my future self in 6/9/26.

We got hit with a lot of celebrity deaths leading up to and after my mother's passing.

It was really a merciless beat-down.

So, he was best the human being to come out of the retroactive train-wreck of "The Cosby Show".

The thing that sucks hardest about these shows that have a monster for a star is the other cast members who didn't do anything wrong, and that their legacy gets tarred and/or erased along with the asshole.

Warner did a lot of good for the world, and he's the one that dies.

Cosby's still fucking breathing.

And there's no one you can blame.

Mother nature killed him. A stupid fucking wave sucked him up.

Kee-rist.

For every sunrise and lilac, there's a hurricane or a Venus flytrap.

Nature has its pointy side.

I'm aware of it after every Maine winter I live through.

And looking back at all the winters I helped Ma live through.

Fucking 15 of 'em. It really felt like locking down in a zombie invasion every time.

Warner got gotten in summer in Costa Rica.

Frigging paradise. You never know when your number's up.

A good lesson to live without fear.

Hiding under the bed won't save you, so you might as well go for it.

Spider-Man: Brand New Day.

Yhep, Spidey 4 got a title.

Title's been out for awhile, but it got backlogged with the long delay on my Edgar Allan Poe sequel review post.

Still chipping away at that. It'll get done someday.

The books are all read, its just the review part that's arm wrestling me.

Losing a parent didn't help. 

Stuff like this is easier. Maybe this will unclog my brain faucet.

Anyhoo!

Whelp....

Even before Ma passed, I had depressions bad enough I had to logically reason myself out of bed with "if I stay here all day, I'll eventually piss and shit the bed, and that'll create another fucking bill, so I may as well get up and empty my fluids, and if I'm gonna do that, then I'm up and around, and may as well proceed with my day".

That would get me to the kitchen to eat, and to the computer.

And then part of keeping alive and healthy is keeping sane, so I gotta do my hobbies.

And that includes posting about stupid movie shit.

But it seems so dumb now.

But, Ma kept up her hobbies after Gram & Gramp passed, so....

Guess I'm doing a dumb movie post...sigh...

Dawn Meggison (1952-2025)

Next to the Joshua Chamberlain statue, cuz fuck you, Confederacy. 😏

She passed Thursday. Miss ya, Ma. Always will. 😢

Update: The better memorial.

Happy 20th anniversary, Fantastic Four!

Thanks to "Deadpool & Wolverine" this is retroactively an MCU movie.