Memorial Day Weekend. Three full days of BBQs, swimming parties, and embarrassing DWIs. I say all this because I just realized it’s Friday and I have absolutely nothing for Tuesday. Which means I am now forced to find something that will both be worthy of your attention while somehow benefiting my social media algorithm.
Sounds easy. It. really ain’t.
That good news I’ve been hinting at is finally here. The bad news is, I still really can’t talk about it. Well… maybe I can tell you this much.
Shish.
I’m currently working with an international producer with a proven record on my story’s genre. It’s  a project that I can’t name yet as it weaves its way through the various story departments of  your favorite streaming services. And while he handles the producer part, I sit back and do what you all expect me to do. Wait? No, that isn’t right. Oh, yeah…
Write.
And that is exactly what I’ve been doing. The really exciting part is that this new project happens to involve a subject I know very well and takes place in one of my favorite cities in the world. Here’s your hint:
Midwest. Slaughterhouses.
And with that, you are on your own.
And that’s not all.
Pleased to report that after finally finding a plot and villain worthy of the Son of Ravage, I am now proceeding full steam ahead and will return to it full time very shortly. Right now, the manuscript is well over 20,000 words and I am feeling very confident that fans will see Sequel of Ravage sometime this fall. So get ready to welcome Barry, Doc, Brain, Face, and Beast back into the world of pulp fiction. Believe me, they have missed you just as much as you’ve missed them.

For this week, I decided to dig into the old web comment section and address some of the many incredible comments that have popped up over the last few weeks. Please understand, this is only a small sampling and in no way reflects upon the intelligence of those who read my blog or visit my website.
First up, from someone calling himself “Flux 2.”
Flux 2 said:
I noticed the page's quirky script injection for the video iframe. Looks like you’re tinkering with how the media loads. That 282px video height from the Weebly-generated script gives me a retro-site vibe, which I somehow find charming.
Dear Flux,
Thank you for taking the time to visit the site and leave a comment.
First off, huh?
But I am glad you find the retro-site vibe charming. To be honest, that is kind of my whole deal. I have been told by friends that I am absolutely loaded with retro-site vibe.
Best,
J.P.

BRANDON JAILAL said:
MS HYSENI T L KENNEDY SECONDARY SCHOOL DISTRICT PROGRAM MY MOM NAME IS MAHALIA JAILAL WILL YOU BE HER NEW GIRLFRIEND
Dear Brandon,
Obviously, you are very excited by my site as you chose to write your comment entirely in CAPS. That level of enthusiasm is rarely seen outside of professional wrestling promos and certain family Thanksgiving dinners.
As for becoming your mother Mahalia Jailal’s new girlfriend, I appreciate the offer, but I am still transitioning into this exciting new phase of my life. Please be patient. I should be fully operational any week now.
Always appreciate a kind word,
J.P.

Then we have this message from “dijital pazarla”:
Bozygo, dijitalde fark yaratmayı hedefleyen bir İstanbul sosyal medya ajansıdır. Sosyal medya yönetimi, kreatif içerik üretimi, Meta & Google reklam yönetimi, marka stratejisi ve dijital pazarlama çözümleriyle markaları sadece görünür kılmaz; etkileşim, güven ve büyüme sağlar. Bozygo’da yaratıcılık stratejiyle buluşur, sonuçlar konuşur.
Dear Sevgili Dijita,
Nazik sözleriniz ve ziyaretiniz için teşekkür ederim. Bana bir bot göndermek için zaman ayırmanızı her zaman takdir ederim. Bildiğiniz gibi, çoğu insanın bot etkileşimleri hakkındaki düşüncelerinin aksine, ben bu konuda son derece olumlu düşünüyorum.
Brandon’ın annesinin erkek arkadaşı olmakla meşgul olmadığım zamanlarda, botlarla vakit geçiriyorum. En yakın arkadaşlarımdan bazıları bottur.
En içten dileklerimle,
J.P.
Well, there you have it. Just a small glimpse into the literally thousands of visits my website receives weekly. And as I can’t get through all of them, please know this, every few months I will actually read them.
So,  please keep  those cards, letters and comment forms coming.

I once heard tell of a certain actor who claimed he wrote a complete screenplay in three days.Now, I don’t want to disparage the actor, but the only thing that could realistically be written in three days is Party at Kitty and Stud’s, aka The Italian Stallion.Anyway, Sly said it, damn it, I gave it away.
According to legend, he wrote the screenplay for Rocky in three days. Let me break this down while we do the math. I don’t care how many Academy Awards Rocky won, the script eventually projected onto the screen was not the exact same word-for-word draft written in those three days. I’m willing to bet on it. Any takers? I thought not.
I once had to do a page-one rewrite on a horror script called Axe to Grind and was expected to turn it around in a week. After I submitted it, I was given another week for revisions, and production started a week later. Even then, the script kept changing. The director changed things. The actors changed things. Even the original writer changed things. I did get to sit in the director’s chair, though. Thanks, Matt.
Three days might be enough time for an outline. Maybe even a rough first draft if the caffeine is strong and personal hygiene becomes optional. But it is hardly enough time to turn in something truly camera-ready.
Now, I do have one caveat to all this. If you happen to be a major movie star with multiple Oscars, people will absolutely let you turn something in and say it’s camera-ready.
Here endeth this week’s lesson.
BTW, have you watched The Life of Chuck yet? I hate to keep harping on this, but you really are missing out. And, I have it on good authority that the finished screenplay did not take three days.

It’s been a while since I’ve even thought about posting a review. There are a few reasons for that. The most troubling is that there simply haven’t been enough films lately worth talking about. The Life of Chuck is not one of them.
I went in with no real expectations. I knew it was based on a story by Stephen King, and that was about it. Let me be clear. This is one of the best films of 2025. Any year, for that matter.
It’s rare that a small film carries such emotional weight. Rare that it trusts its audience this much. Rarer still that it delivers in such a quiet, mesmerizing way. Not since Bill Forsyth’s Local Hero have I been moved by a story like this.
This is a small film, but not a small story. In fact, it is a story as big as the universe itself.
Told in three chapters, and in reverse order, even the head-scratching Chapter Three is hypnotic in its themes.
I can’t say too much without spoiling it, but this is a true work of heart.
Written and directed with a steady hand by Mike Flanagan, this is the kind of film that answers the question: why can’t we make movies like this anymore?
More importantly, it reminds us why we should keep trying.
See this movie. Now!