Some New Trend

Read SNT from the Beginning by Kevin Wilder
September 13, 2010, 2:27 am
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It’s been a little over a year since our last stop on the Some New Trend Express. If you’re just now checking in, start clicking around on the left to find out more regarding our little novel in blog form. We tossed a lot of time and love into this project, and plan to keep the site up for your enjoyment.

Click here to start reading. And then make sure to tell a few friends! Otherwise, we’ll see you around!

– Carrie & Kevin


Chapter Twenty (The End) :: June by Carrie Rollwagen

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The image is burned into my mind like a solar eclipse you can’t look away from—one moment, everything is bright, and then you’re left with total darkness.

I thought Josh really liked me. I’d felt a connection with him tons of times before, but after the fountain I was sure I wasn’t imagining things. His feelings were the same as mine, and they were as real as the penny I fished out of the fountain and put in the little jewelry box on my dresser.

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Dead Like Me by Carrie Rollwagen

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deadlikemewasherAs you already know if you’ve listened to this week’s podcast, or if you’re one of the friends I’ve called on for errands (thanks for the Sprite, Kevin!), I’ve been in bed for the past week with the flu.

Is it swine flu? I’ve been asked that, say, 40 or 50 times since coming back to work yesterday. The answer: I don’t know. I like to think not. But it was bad.

I’m not sure how people survived the flu before they had Netflix Instant Queue. Oh, what’s that, historians? They didn’t? Well, I’m not surprised. I’d have been bored out of my mind without it.

I survived this week on lots of fluids, rest, Theraflu, and a quite a few movies. After exhausting my library rentals (all the Harry Potters, Robin Hood, Princess Bride) and my Netflix discs (Season 4.5 of Battlestar Galactica, Mad Men), it was time to explore new territory from my Instant Queue.

I’ve had Dead Like Me in my queue for awhile, but I just wasn’t in the mood. I figured it’d be dark and gloomy, derivative of Six Feet Under. In fact, it’s brilliantly original and completely entertaining.

George, Dead Like Me’s heroine, is a college drop-out with an attitude problem. (This “problem” is just a general sense of “why bother” that many of us go through, very often as teenagers.)

In the first episode, George is killed by getting hit on the head with wreckage falling from space, and that’s when things get interesting. Turns out she’s chosen to be a Grim Reaper. As such, she gets to keep her body and all the benefits (eating waffles, kissing boys) that come with it. But she has to deal with death daily.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen storytelling that explores the meaninglessness of life so well without getting depressing. The characters are interesting and the plots and dialogue are really funny. I love that Dead Like Me lets George have her melancholy without trying to weed it out.

For George and her fellow reapers, death is literally a part of everyday life, as routine as having coffee or going to work. For many of them, including George, death is also a license to really start living. I’m looking forward to Season Two.

Chapter Sixteen :: Dylan by Carrie Rollwagen

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IT’S WAY TOO HOT OUTSIDE to be doing anything but smoking. I’m leaning against the mall doors, watching shoppers rush toward the air conditioning, or shuffle back to their cars with bright bags full of crap they think will make their miserable lives more bearable. It makes me sweat just watching them.

I palm this box of Camels, flipping it over twice, debating smoking another. Nope. I’m working with Beth today and if my break gets any longer she’ll give me shit about it.

Of course, she ends up giving me shit about it anyway.

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Public Enemies by Carrie Rollwagen

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This weekend I went to the theater (Carmike Cinemas, at The Summit) to see Public Enemies. I liked the movie a lot … unsurprisingly. With Johnny Depp and Christian Bale, I kind of expected to. In addition to really hot men, Public Enemies had beautiful costumes and sets, plus a plot that kept me interested for over two hours.

The movie chronicles the career of bank robber John Dillinger and his gang of thieves as they pillaged banks across America during the Depression. Among other things (like whiskey, round sunglasses and a girl named Billie), Dillinger loved going to the movies, and theaters factor prominently in the film.

I’m guessing Dillinger was attracted to movies for the same reason I am. It’s hard to beat the escapism of a dark, pleasantly chilly room, snacks, and a good story told by great looking actors. I like watching movies at home from Netflix, too, but going to the theater is just a totally different experience.

Or, at least, it should be. It seems like there’s been a general decline in the movie-going experience. Credit card machines are abysmally slow (I guess to give those talking Fandango puppet bags a reason to exist) and it inexplicably takes ten minutes to scoop popcorn into a bag and press a button for Coke. Once inside the theater, temperatures are getting warmer, and we’re expected to watch as many Sprite commercials as previews.

I’m probably a die-hard moviegoer, but I doubt many people are, not when a ticket and snacks cost more than $20 and the inside of the theater feels a lot like the living room. Maybe high prices made sense when going to a theater was the only way to see a movie, but now we can wait just a couple of months and buy the DVD for that same price (actually, probably cheaper).

Maybe it takes so much money to run a theater that prices have to be that high, and the service can’t improve. Or maybe theater owners are robbing us, just like Dillinger robbed those banks (okay, not just like—they don’t use guns, and they don’t look as great in a suit). Either way, it seems to me that movie theaters are going the way of the fedora and falling out of fashion. For my sake, I hope I’m wrong.

Chapter Fourteen :: June by Carrie Rollwagen
July 6, 2009, 5:01 am
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We could be happy. I could be the one you’re looking for.

I DON’T KNOW HOW I LET MYSELF get talked into going shopping with Josh and Bryanna before my first shift at Hot Topic. My nerves are already going crazy, I couldn’t sleep last night. I picked out about seven different outfits, all versions of the t-shirt and jeans combo. Steph lent me her Ramones shirt, since my first day is a special occasion and all, but this morning it just seemed wrong. Like I’m trying too hard. I pulled on a boring black t-shirt, jeans, and my old Converse instead.
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The Wild Girls by Carrie Rollwagen

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All day, I’ve been searching for the right words to review The Wild Girls, by Pat Murphy. The words aren’t coming, but I’ll give it a shot. On its surface, the story is about two girls who learn about themselves through friendship and through writing. The plot is interesting, but not twisty. The characters are likable and have realistic layers, but they aren’t magnetic. They don’t keep the reader on a rollercoaster. I’m tempted to say The Wild Girls is an easy read because it’s calming and almost soothing, but then that makes it sound boring, and it so isn’t. I liked the characters, I miss the characters, I can’t stop thinking about the characters.

I loved that the book skirts so many genres that are popular now, especially for YA, without giving itself over to any and becoming a stereotype. It talks about class struggles at school—between the popular kids and the not-so-popular, between the haves and the have-nots—but doesn’t delve into Gossip Girl territory. Divorce is an issue, but it’s not THE issue. Magic and story are important themes, but it’s not a driving force like in Twilight, or even The Chronicles of Narnia. Instead of writing for a group of consumers, Murphy is writing here for the reader. Because real readers, real people, are more likely to have some depth. Some layers. We’re not as one-dimensional as the megastores that stock huge displays of vampire books would have us believe.