Puss in Boots
Published October 28, 2011 | 
I love Puss, he’s been my favorite character from Shrek since the 2nd one came out. I completely lost interest in the Shrek movies following the release of the 3rd, I thought it was terrible, so when I first heard they were making a movie about Puss I had mixed opinions about it. I had hope for it since Puss is an interesting character on his own and the concept could be good, but the last two Shrek movies were just flat, forced humor and not that good. So I was hoping that this film wouldn’t be packed full of pop culture jokes, bad pop music and all the other things trademark of the Shrek sequels. Thankfully it wasn’t. It was funny, had good characters, no annoying music and an interesting story…maybe I’m also a little biased cause it’s full of… KITTIES. XD
Anywho, the characters are interesting, none of them did I find really annoying. I didn’t like humpty dumpty that much, but I didn’t find him obnoxious, so that was a plus. Kitty Soft-Paws was great; I liked her a lot. Puss… well I always liked him, he’s pretty much the same as you see in the other films. The cast was put together well, all of them fit their roles rather nicely. The music was good! By the same composer as X-Men First Class, Henry Jackman. Had a good Latin theme to it, very up beat. I enjoyed it, and will probably buy the score.
The story was not really what I was expecting, but that’s fine by me. It was still a silly fairytale, but very much different from the Shrek series. I liked it more actually. I just hope if they make a sequel to this, cause you know it’ll happen if it sells well in the box office, that it won’t turn into another Shrek sequel. Anyways, the movie was pretty fast paced, I didn’t get bored with it.
I did not see this film in 3D, so I cannot comment on the effects in that realm, but I honestly don’t think you need to see it in 3D to appreciate it. It was fine the way it is. Will I recommend it in theaters, sure! 3D? Well if you want to fork over the extra $5 sure. It’s a nice popcorn flick, full of funny felines, good music, and a fun story; I’ll be getting on Blu-Ray when it comes out.
Just A Little Note
Published July 27, 2011 | 
Why have I not updated since the 4th? Well… I have but only my art gallery. Why I haven’t blogged… well I’ve not watched any movies that are worth reviewing or bashing, and I haven’t really had anything interesting to say. So what I have been busy with is THIS.
The author of Jasper Sinclaire and I have got our own publishing company up and running! So take a look at that. It’s pretty cool if I may say so.
Otherwise I’ve just been busy working on art, pulling that site together and other random things. Most of the things I’ve had planned for this site have sat on the back burner for a bit just due to being busy, so I can’t say when I’ll get around to new tutorials or adding more goodies, but I hope it’ll be soon… 
So that’s all for now folks!
A Cat Named Oliver
Published April 22, 2011 | As of late I’ve been inspired to write a little, so I’ve decided to write a short story about my Oliver. Just to warm up again, it’s been years since I last wrote anything of much significance. I won’t say it’ll be exciting or even that interesting, but hey, feel free to read if you’d like. I will break it up into little chapters for easier reading, and by little I mean little.
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My dad was military, so inevitably that meant moving. We had been living on Edwards AFB, CA when he got orders to transfer to Peterson AFB, CO. That’s roughly a two day drive by car for those unfamiliar with the space between those states. So we packed everything up in our 4Runner and little one axle trailer and left for the Rockies.
Now my parents still had a cat of their original trio, Midnight, he was about eight-teen at the time we moved. My family has always had a cat. In fact there was never a moment growing up that we didn’t have at least one. Usually we had three, and at one time four. To keep each other company and then each person of the family can have their own cat. Though, as most who are familiar with cats know, the cat has to choose you specifically. So sometimes there was an imbalance, but typically my parents would have their own cat and I had mine. So with that in mind, they knew Midnight would not be too much longer for this world so they went on the hunt for a kitten, specifically one for me. I’m an only child, so a kitten would keep me company. They had two requirements, it must be male and either grey or black. Well one day my mother received a call that a grey kitten had just come in, they invited us out to take a look at it. I was just ecstatic at the thought of getting my very own kitten. Excitement rippled through me, this was a first!
After what seemed like forever to a child of seven, we got in the car and drove to the place. As we were welcomed in there was a small grey ball sitting on a table, and I loved him from the moment I saw him. The lady told us that one of the workers had named him Oliver. I liked that too, so it stuck. He had been dumped, how anyone could just throw away such a lovely cat I will never understand. After a bit of talking they got to the business of adopting him. The feisty little kitten pounced on the pen as my mother and the lady filled out paperwork. The workers there were sad to see Oliver leave, but they were happy to know he had a family now.
He was slipped into a little cardboard carrier and I got the job of sitting next to him in the car to make sure he would be ok and not tip over. Though the whole time I kept trying to get into the box to play with him. He would slip his little feet and legs through the holes in the box to get at my fingers, and every once in a while I’d catch a glimpse of tiny greenish-blue eyes looking up at me through one of them. I couldn’t wait to get him home and out of there to play with him. I think he was quite tired of the box himself, he would let out a few protesting squeaky meows on the way home announcing that he was ready to come out.
This was my first cat. My first friend since I had moved. I didn’t even know how much he’d come to mean to me as years went by, but this was the start to a wonderful relationship. A relationship between me and a cat named Oliver.
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