What If I Have Nothing To Say?

Oh, hey there. As always, you've shown up at just the right moment. Earlier today, I decided to address my inability to properly "say" something with my work. A lot of writers claim that their stories have hidden meaning and subtext, or serve as some kind of far-reaching metaphor. But what if your story about a vengeful scientist in the year 2144 is just about a vengeful scientist in the year 2144? Should I stop writing this story because it doesn't fulfill some grand design? If I'm not commenting on the state of the scientific community in the future, does my story really matter?

I often think about things of this nature.

When I published my first book Found years ago, people said, "I love your commentary on racism on bullying." I felt like I had something to say about important topics. But after M'rth, my second novella, which addressed my own insecurities in the face of potential fame following the big-screen adaptation of Found, I realized something shocking: I had absolutely nothing to say. Sure, ideas retained their constant ebb and flow through the murky rivers of my mind, but none of them seemed very important. Where were the deep, dark, dramatic stories I wanted to tell? In their place, I'd developed tales about talking toilets, people who discover alternate dimensions after ejaculating during defecation, and various other hideous topics. What the hell has happened to me? Have I peaked? Should I just hang it up/

My next book, Every Year on His Birthday, resides in limbo after pitching the idea to a well-known filmmaker. Who knows when or if I'll get around to finishing that one (story of my life). So now I'll turn my attention to Shinya Sherman and his quest for vengeance in the year 2144. If the story doesn't contain anything more than what's on the surface -- blood, carnage, and robots powered by action movie DVDs -- have a lost my touch? Should an author touch on deeper themes when they sit down to pen a story? For the sake of the all the tales living inside my skull, let's hope not.

Who knows what people will think of Cinematic Scientific Revenge Cyborg of Wayside City when I finally get around to finishing this goddamn thing. I apologize in advance, and I'll keep you posted.


Hey! It's My First Post! So, Enjoy Some Kung Fu!

I should probably use my first post to tell you my life story and pimp the books I've published, but fuck that. If you actually found ToddRigney.com, then you know who I am. And there are links at the top where you can find my bio and my books. So, yeah. Enough of that shit. Oh, and the featured image is from Raw Force, not the movie I'm getting ready to present.

When it comes to movies, I love two things: cheese and violence. And if you can somehow blend these elements into one 90-minute cinematic spectacle, then I'm gonna be a very happy individual. That's why I spend a lot of time watching kung fu movies - the older and cheesier, the better. Thankfully, we live in a world where it's incredibly easy to find these lost gems, which means I spend a lot of time on YouTube watching forgotten kung fu movies from decades ago.

Like an old man. Yeah, I said it. Like an old fucking man.

Whoever runs the Wu Tang Collection on YouTube is a goddamn genius. And a saint. And a helluva swell individual. There are hundreds of Chinese action/kung fu movies on this channel, and they're all free. Sure, the quality isn't the greatest, the subtitles are often cut off due to the movie's hideous full-frame presentation, and the English dubbing is frequently beyond, but that's just part of the charm. Plus, you take what you can get. I've watched more than a few movies on this channel, and I plan to create a section on this site dedicated to the flicks I've consumed. Whether you choose to indulge in these gifts is up to you.

The first movie you should check out is Twins of Kung Fu. The story is garbage and the quality might make those who love 4K have low-resolution nightmares for weeks, but it's a terribly fun flick that doesn't skimp on the bad dubbing or kung fu insanity. I'm not going to spend any time reviewing the flick (what's the point?), so just sit back and dive into Twins of Kung Fu.