Filed under: News, Reviews, Contests | Tags: Carrie Rollwagen, Kevin Wilder, Some New Trend
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.
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– Carrie & Kevin
Filed under: Chapter 20 | Tags: Carrie Rollwagen, Corsets, Dear Daniel, Hello Kitty, hot topic, Second Life, Some New Trend, Twilight pens, werewolves, World of Warcraft
JOSH AND BRYANNA, MAKING OUT on the roof.
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.
Filed under: News, Reviews, Contests | Tags: Breathe, Cliff McNish, Juanita, Some New Trend, Taken By Storm
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Filed under: Chapter 19 | Tags: Cousin Ryland, Freddie Mercury, hot waffles, Kevin Wilder, KISS, kissing, lips, lollylackin', making out, mononucleosis, Nautica, Paul Williams, Peter Paul and Mary, physical fitness, Rancid, Some New Trend, SunTrust, True Love Waits, Umbro
KISS AND NO MAKEUP :: BY KEVIN WILDER
YOU HATE THIS, DON’T YOU.
Five words. One-syllable each. A single oversimplified sentence whispered to June over coffee before leaving the Food Court fountains.
If my life were a popular television series, a deep voiceover speaker could announce “Previously, on ‘Josh Bates’ Existence’…” Some important clips could then play from my recent past and prepare the patient audience for some closure the present day would reward. But life is rarely this straightforward. It’s one big difficult decision after another. People can only turn into themselves once, and the whole time secretly wonder if it’s the person they were meant to be.
Filed under: News, Reviews, Contests | Tags: Battlestar Galactica, Carrie Rollwagen, Dead Like Me, George, Harry Potter, Mad Men, Princess Bride, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, Some New Trend
As 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.
Filed under: Chapter 18 | Tags: Cinnabon, Melrose Place, Rollwagen, Some New Trend, The Simpsons, White Mocha, Wizard of Oz
I PASS CINNABON, AND I THINK about the first time I spent the night at the Bates’ house, when we had cinnamon rolls for breakfast and Josh made a joke about bringing home the bacon. I pass WaterBoyz, and that reminds me of Josh because, you know, Josh is a boy. I pass the pretzel stand and I think about him because … well, no reason. I just think about him all the time. It’s like I’m channeling him, somehow, tuning into a station that’s all Josh, all the time.
Filed under: Chapter 17 | Tags: Azerbaijan, basement party, beer pong, Diet Sunkist, dirty nicknames, eHarmony, futon, Genesis 32, Grapico, Hulk Hogan, Jay-Z, Jim Varney, Josh Bates, Kevin Wilder, making out, McPheerson Manor, Neoclassicism, Some New Trend, Spanish moss, T.I. feat. Rihanna, wrestling
AS I REFLECT ON THE BIZARRE chain of events that have led me to this place, I realize the limitations of my still-young memory. I can’t even remember the pre-upgraded, before-summer version of Josh Bates. At what point my social status reached the juncture where I could park my Eagle Medallion in front of Bryanna Summerson’s, then ride in her convertible to a girl like Rose McPheerson’s is beyond me.
Bry steps out of her car and straightens her dress. She licks her hand and presses it to my forehead, fixing my bangs. “Very nice.” When she turns around I mess it back up.