Survivor; it’s my favorite show on television. Twice a year we are afforded two seasons of this fascinating reality show that sometimes manage to impress and sometimes become SUPER BORING! The 40th Season (yeah, it’s been on that long) began this past Wednesday and it was the most excited I’ve been about a Survivor season premiere in a long while…in fact, maybe ever.
I watched my favorite season, Season 20: Survivor: Heroes vs. Villains, on-demand and so the suspense paired with having to wait for a new episode every week was non-existent. This time, I am not afforded with such a luxury and that is a BUMMER.
Let me tell you, I loved this premiere. It was so much fun from beginning to end. Seeing so many winners return for an epic season that’ll provide the biggest reality television prize of all time ($2 million) is not only mind-blowing but so riveting at the same time. Continue reading ‘Survivor: Winners at War’ Is Everything I Could’ve Wanted…and More
When you think of an iconic actress Sigourney Weaver is undoubtedly a part of that special list. Ever since I saw her in ALIEN I was a fan. Today, for this week’s Movie Ranking, I wanted to highlight one of my favorite actresses. Enjoy!
Fun fact. Did you know that Sigourney Weaver is 71-years-old?
Um…wow! Okay, let’s get to the ranking.
7. Finding Dory
As a child, Finding Nemo was one of my favorite movies. Finding Dory isn’t. Continue reading A Movie Ranking: Sigourney Weaver
Charles Putton wasn’t expecting visitors. Or at least, not so soon.
He was lying in a medical center, unable to move as every inch of his body, except his face, was wrapped in thick swaths of bandages. He felt like a mummy. An alive mummy. He couldn’t move. He could only stare at the ceiling and wonder what had happened.
He wanted to believe it was all a bad dream. That his encounter with The Batman, or the Batwoman, as his assailant had corrected, was just a figment of his imagination and that he was really assaulted by some nutcase in a mask.
And yet, it all seemed too real, the threat too powerful, the enemy too mysterious. He saw the ears of the mask, he had heard his men gunned down with raw fear in their voices. What had transpired wasn’t fake and no matter of self-convincing could change that fact.
He was staring at the ceiling, his eyes wide with the memory of the Batwoman’s grasp releasing, allowing him to plummet to his death when he heard the door of his hospital room opening and closing. Seconds later, he heard footsteps approaching. Continue reading The Dark Knight Lives (FORTY-EIGHT)