Out of My Head

I'm a fairly simple kind of guy. I wake up in the morning, I take a shower, I put on my clothes, eat breakfast, go to work, yada yada yada yada. The same as just about everyone else. I do, however have a weakness. Whereas some people are addicted to caffeine, or alcohol, or fluffy bunnies, I have an addiction to media. It doesn't matter what it is -- print, film, radio, music -- I don't care, I'll listen to it. ...or watch it. ...or read it. It doesn't matter. I always have to be reading, watching, or listening to something, even if I'm doing something else at the time. I have to continuously have some kind of sensory input using some part of my faculties.

It's not enough for me, though, to just watch, read, or listen to something, that should be readily apparent to anyone who's been visiting this website or reading my work for any period of time. My highly critical, analytical brain has to try to make some kind of sense out of the stimuli that results in essays, reviews, and just plain old incoherent ramblings. In my attempts to further my own critical analysis abilities, I've been writing comics and graphic novel reviews for some time now, along with the occasional CD review here and there, and now I come to this Spin the Shiny Plastic Circle. This is my attempt to be a film critic. Kind of. More like a film on DVD critic. Music critic too, because they come in handy dandy plastic circle form as well.