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Moving Back Into the Dorms

Posted: August 17, 2012 in Living and Life
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Ohio State University, my school and in my opinion one of the most awesome schools out there (though my relatives in Michigan will disagree).

Well, I moved back into the dorms today, as can be evidenced by the title. Can I just say I love being back? I have the same room as I did last year (signed up for that option), and since I have no roommates (it’s a single), I have a bedroom and bathroom all to myself! What’s more, I have an excellent view of campus, and heat I can control. Does it get any better than that?

I moved in a couple days early because my parents couldn’t swing moving me in with everybody else, which in retrospect seems like a good thing; I’m avoiding the rush and crazy traffic that always accompanies Ohio State on our famous move-in day. So I think I’ll enjoy myself this weekend and have some down time before school starts up on Wednesday. I may even hang out with a few friends if we can find the time, though with the whole switch-from-quarters-to-semesters on top of moving in and whatnot, it might be difficult.

Oh, and what classes am I taking, you ask? I’m taking a fiction-writing course (hopefully from this will come some great new short stories, and a few tricks for writing said stories), a documentary class (looks like I’ll finally learn how to make a movie on my computer), a history class (required for all History majors like myself), and a philosophy class that somehow fulfills a stats requirement (I’m not really sure how that works, but I’m not complaining!). I hope to get all A’s this year, so wish me luck, okay?

Got to go, have a great weekend!

 

Happy Birthday to the blog,

Happy Birthday to the bog,

Happy Birthday to the blog,

Happy Birthday to the blog.

Yes indeed, ladies and gentlebloggers, it was exactly one year ago that Rami Ungar the Writer hit the Internet. And what a year it’s been: including this post, I’ve written 108 posts, racked up 3,049 views (an average of 8.4 a day), at least 150 likes (I lost count after 100), 50 followers that I know of (there’s more than one way to follow a WordPress blog besides signing up through WordPress, and I have no idea how many people do that), and 122 comments. I survived my first year of college, found out two short stories I’d written are going to be published, and was even honored by Anne Rice at one point. But most of all, I’ve found some loyal readers and some great friends, whom I can always count on for an interesting and fun comment conversation.

I’d like to thank WordPress for being an awesome blogging website, and I’d like to thank everyone who’s been with me up till this point. I hope you stay with me while I continue blogging and working on achieving my dream of becoming a horror novelist.

Now before you go out and decide what gift to buy for me, please read the rest of this post:

1. I would appreciate it more if you donated money to an organization supporting LGBT rights, helping victims of assault and/or abuse, supporting Israel, or that gives funding to underfunded school. However if any of you want to help me pay for college, I would not mind at all.

2. I am giving you guys a gift or two instead today. Below are two videos off of YouTube. The first is from Disney’s 1951 film Alice in Wonderland, with a hearty rendition of “A Merry Un-Birthday”. I chose this because I wanted a video that doesn’t have the regular birthday song, and because I couldn’t find any birthday songs that sounded scary. Besides, even if I don’t care for this particular adaptation, I just love Alice in Wonderland!

The next video is from the people of HISHEdotcom, who are always to take the latest Hollywood blockbuster and tell you How It Should Have Ended. This is one of their latest videos, detailing all the problems of Prometheus and how they think it should have been done. You should really check out their other videos if you like this one, they’ve done stuff to just about every type of movie imaginable.

Hope you enjoy these videos. Have a lovely day. See ya!

I’m taking a break from  Snake while I wait for an expert I’ve made an acquaintance with to get back to me on a couple of details. I’m also still searching for an agent for my other novel Reborn City, so I have a bit of time on my hands. So, what does a writer do when he has one novel he’s trying to find an agent for, he’s taking a break from the other novel, and a bit of free time on his hands that he wants to fill with some good writing?

Well in my case, I blog and work on short stories. The fact that you’re reading this is proof that I’m doing the former. As for the latter, there are a few projects I want to devote myself to in the next few days. One of those projects is a short story I wrote back in June. As I believe you should let a piece of fiction sit for a little while before editing it as a way to look at it with fresh eyes, I think it’s time to take a look and see what needs to be cut, changed and added in. You might remember this short story; it’s the one where I had trouble with this concept I wanted to work with but after meditating I had a few new ideas that made it easier to write the story with that concept. I’ll get to work on that after I finish this post.

The other project, I really have to thank my friend and fellow blogger Jason Alan, whose website you can check out here (http://jasonalanwriter.wordpress.com/). Anyway, a while back he posted a photo of a doll he found on the ground while roaming through France and it inspired me to write a story involving an evil/cursed doll. Now, I know what you’re thinking: there are so many knock-offs of Child’s Play out there, so can you really make an original story involving an evil doll?

I’m hoping; I added in a few things while coming up with the story that I think will make this story original enough that it won’t annoy or disappoint any readers of horror who are hard to please (speaking of which, am I the only guy who liked Dead Silence? It had the ghosts, the theme music, the living dolls…yet it got such bad reviews and I’m not sure why). I’ll probably get to work on this doll idea after the editing, and hopefully tonight.

Oh, and in case any of you want to know what this picture Jason took that’s so captivated my imagination is like but don’t want to go on his site (can’t understand why you wouldn’t), here’s the photo:

Creepy, huh? Are you surprised it’s stirring the warped imagination I have?

 

Have a nice day; I’m off to edit and write.

I’ve a little over two hours before I go to see The Dark Knight Rises and I’m super-excited! I have no idea what’s going to happen in the movie, except Batman, Catwoman, and Bane go head to head, and it’s going to be awesome! Thank God I didn’t go online and read any spoilers!

Sadly, I will be thinking of the Aurora shooting when I go. A generation from now, viewers of The Dark Knight trilogy, as the Nolan films are collectively called, might not even be aware that such a horrible event occurred, but for those of us in the here and now, it weighs heavily on our minds. I’ll probably say a quick little prayer for the victims and survivors before I go into the theater (I’m just spiritual that way).

So before I go, I just want to tell you two things:

1. I’ll have a review of the film as soon as I get home and have dinner, and

2. I’m close to 77 Microsoft Word pages of Snake. Know what that will probably mean? A Lucky 7 excerpt!

See you after the film.

This past week the world was witness to two horrible tragedies: the first was in Bulgaria, where a busload of Israeli tourists were killed by what appears to be a suicide bomber while on a bus. Then a few days later, a man in Aurora, Colorado went into a viewing of The Dark Knight Rises and proceeded to shoot up the audience. These tragedies touched me profoundly for a number of reasons, and this morning when I went to synagogue to pray this morning, I made sure to say a Mourner’s Kaddish for the victims of these horrible tragedies.

Already though, we are hearing, on TV and the Internet, on the radio and in the newspapers, on the street and in our homes, what these tragedies may signify and what should be done. I would like to say a few things about these discussions:

 The first is to the suicide bomber in Bulgaria, who is believed to be linked to terrorist organization Hezbollah. Hezbollah claims they are following the will of Allah by attempting to wipe Israel and its citizens off the map. If you ask me, the members of Hezbollah are not Muslims in any sense of the religion; I’ve met, discussed, and formed friendships with quite a few Muslims, both secular and religious, and they have been nothing but kind, courteous, and when Israel is brought up, willing to talk compromise in the hopes of a true peace. These people who claim they are killing in Allah’s name are flouting the commandment to preserve life, a basic tenet not just in Islam but in many religions worldwide.

The point is, if you’re killing in the name of your god, no matter what religion you are from, you are not acting as a member of that religion. You are acting as a murderer. And so before we go blaming any religion for the actions of an individual claiming to be acting in that religion’s name, let us remember this person does not represent an entire faith; they only represent themselves (and their radical organization, if they belong to one).

On the flip side, we cannot blame a lack of religion for a crime just as we cannot blame a religion for a crime: today a congressman from Oklahoma went on TV and said that “the attack on Judeo-Christian principles” was the reason the Aurora tragedy happened, even though Jason Holmes, the suspected gunman, has not given  a motive as far as law enforcement is aware. If you ask me, a lack of religion or the absence of religion at school or a workplace or a lack of emphasis of religious values in national policy does not necessarily mean someone will become a murderer. No, what it means that people can make choices based on religious values or on their own values or the values of others. What those choices are though, are that person’s and that person’s alone, and we cannot say that whether or not they had religious values in their lives was the reason behind their murders just as we can’t say that a religion is the reason certain people commit murder. It just doesn’t make any sense at all, at least not to me.

And one more thing: I heard someone blaming the attack in Aurora on violent movies and considering stricter regulations on these movies. Not too long after, the commissioner of the NYPD came out saying that the Aurora shooter may have been acting under the impression that he was the Joker. This will most likely reignite the debate about whether media content should be regulated or banned based on factors like violence or sex. As a writer of stories that more often than not have violent elements, I have to say that’d be counterproductive: if someone commits a crime and it bears a similarity to a movie or a video game and that person may be connected to the movie or video game, I tend to think that person was already mentally unbalanced and that they just incorporated that movie or game into their mental instability somehow. And you can’t point the finger at one single movie, game, book, show, or song and say they caused a crime: a person’s mental make-up is the product of a number of biological, environmental, cultural, and sociological factors over a period of time, so pinpointing the one thing that causes mental instability can be tricky, if not impossible. And besides, plenty of people who are certified crazy blame their actions on the Bible, God, the Devil, or a million different religious-related things. We don’t consider banning the religion, do we? No! That’d be ridiculous.

I don’t deny that media can affect our perceptions of reality and society, I just don’t think that blaming it for a person’s actions is the wisest decision, let alone banning or further regulating it.

So what do I say caused these tragedies? Individuals who couldn’t understand the beauty of life and whose reasoning is probably as horrible as the tragedies they committed. That is my opinion, and I also belive there are ways you can stop these sorts of things from every happening again:

The first is to make sure that children understand how important life is. Children tend to see abstract concepts as concrete, and I think teaching children how wonderful life is and how we should cherish it can cause those who may see killing bugs is fun or violence is cool to reconsider their positions, and keep these lessons throughout their lives.

At the same time, I don’t think you should expose children to violent games or movies, at least not until a certain age, and certainly not until they’ve learned that what they see on the screen is not real and that what goes on in the game or film doesn’t always reflect reality. In fact, it usually doesn’t.

And finally, I think where adults and grown teenagers are concerned, access to guns and other deadly weapons should be more strictly regulated, as when people have easy access to guns, things such as Columbine, Virginia Tech, or Aroura are made that much easier to pull off. Not only that, but it may be a good idea to institute psych exams for children and teens who are repeat breakers of the law, as many psychopaths commit crimes at young ages and that’s the perfect time to get them off the streets.

You may feel free to disagree with me, I’m fine with that. I just thought I’d voice my opinion on the subject since others certainly will. And I’d like to say one more thing: to the victims of these tragedies that could have been avoided, you were taken too soon, and we will never forget you. To the families and friends of the victims, my heart and my condolences go out to you, and I wish you all healing and compassion in this time of grief. To the people who celebrate the murderers for their deeds, I find you detestable and pity you. And to those tasked with fighting and stopping these monsters from committing these crimes, I pray for wisdom and good luck to be given you in your mission to preserve the peace in our world.

That is all.

Happy Friday the 13th

Posted: July 13, 2012 in Living and Life

Yes, you heard me right, it’s Friday the 13th, and since I’m a huge fan of anything horror, it’s almost like a holiday for me. I might party it up later today with a scary movie, or I may just work hard trying to write a story that has some freaky elements to it. In the meantime, I want to tell you guys something important:

If you see a guy with a hockey mask and he looks like the guy in the photo below, that’s me. Yes, that’s me in a Halloween costume, feel free to say hello and get coffee with me. If that’s not me though, thenRUN BECAUSE THAT’S JASON VOORHEES AND FOR SOME REASON HE’S FAR AWAY FROM CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE AND HE’S GOING TO KILL US ALL! AAAAHHHHH!

What I won’t do for a laugh or two.

Me as Jason Voorhees at a Halloween party. How do I look?

I am one of many fans of the Alex Cross books by James Patterson, and I was super-excited to hear they were making a new movie based on Cross, one of the more famous books in the series (but not the first, believe it or not). But then there’s that age-old worry fans, writers, and just interested people in general will think about: will they do a faithful adaptation?

Well, looks like yes and no, based on the trailer that I just watched. Apparently in the film, Cross lives in Detroit instead of Washington DC, and our villian, Jim “The Butcher” Sullivan, has had his history and MO reworked quite a bit by the screenwriters. Plus it doesn’t seem Cross’s partner and best friend John Sampson is getting a big-screen translation (again!). However most of Alex’s family–his kids and his irrascible grandmother–will be making an appearance for once, along with Alex’s wife, and they’re a major part of who the character is.

Plus the usual explosions, gunfights, and deaths will be worked into the story, but then again it’s a movie, so what do you expect?

And will this new adaptation be any good, let alone better than the previous Alex Cross films, Kiss the Girls and Along Came A Spider.  I guess we’ll have to wait till October to see if Tyler Perry can top Morgan Freeman in the role, and if the filmmakers of this century can top the filmmakers of the last century. In the meantime, check out the trailer below.


 

Okay, so you guys know how on Thursday I wrote a review of Anne Rice’s new book “The Wolf Gift” and compared her work to food (I know, it sounds corny when I say it like that, but just bare with me)? Well, later that day I sent Anne Rice a letter in an email, telling her how much I enjoyed the book. I also included a link to the review, in case she ever got bored.

Not only did Anne Rice go to Rami Ungar the Writer, which is something extraordianry in itself and worthy of celebration, but hse posted a link to the review on her Facebook page (ironic, considering I wrote an article on how people’s opinions of Facebook vary, and how I prefer my blog to Facebook). Within an hour, I had nearly 400 views! At first I thought my stats counter was broken! And then I realized what had happened. The next few hours was a huge high, with me going “Holy crap” and “Oh my God” over and over and over.

To all those who visited, thank you so very much for reading; having you there reading what I write means so much to me. To the Lord Above, You are always there when I achieve something great. Thanks for always being around.

And to Ms. Anne Rice, to whom this is all owed to, if you come back to my blog and read this, I just want to let you know I cannot express my gratitude in words. To be recognized by one such as you, whom I admire and have loved for years…it’s a true honor, in every sense of the word.

Of course, I won’t be able to know if you’ve been reading this post, so just to make sure you know how grateful I am, I’ll send you another letter tomorrow.

And after that, I won’t send anything else lest I look like a stalker (something we should all want to avoid).

Once again, thanks to everyone involved. You light up my life in so many ways, just by coming on and reading a post or two.

4th of July, 2012

Posted: July 4, 2012 in Living and Life, Reflections
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I don’t know how my readers outside the United States feel, but within the USA, it’s a pretty big day. 4th of July, or Independence Day, the day we commemorate the great event of Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum taking the extraterrestrial equivalent of a Prius and using it to blow up an alien mothership.

No, but in all serious, this day is pretty important for Americans: it’s the day when our Founding Fathers got together and decided to start their own country since Britain was not giving them the rights they deserved as citizens. This was the first act of rebellion of its kind: an actual colony declaring independence, forming its own country, and defeating the homeland. It was bigger than the attempt in the 16th century by Puritans to turn Britain into a commonwealth (failed miserably by the way), and wouldn’t be matched until the French Revolution, which Romantic thinkers hailed as the beginning of an age of understanding and freedom (oh, how they must’ve felt when Napoleon became emperor; egg on their faces and all that).

I think the reason why the American Revolution went well after independence had been achieved was that while they did have excellent military victories, they also had an early version of our government in place, even during the war. Other revolutions, you see the armies and the leaders, but you don’t see any proto-government willing to take the reins after independence or liberation has been achieved. Maybe that’s why so may dictators come to power after revolutions in many countries.

And before I know it, this post just fell under the category of “Reflections”. Well, hope you have a nice 4th of July. Enjoy the fireworks and parades, don’t party too hard, and if you see an alien, let me know.

I and most of Central Ohio lost power Friday, so I haven’t had Internet all weekend. Plus when I tried to use a public computer, the Internet was soo slooow that before I knew it, I had to be at my next thing before I could finish reading posts or checking my dashboard. Well, I’m making up for that right now, and I’m doing it by first writing this post, which has a small excerpt from my new novel-in-progress Snake.

I managed to write this Saturday night, using what little power I had left on my laptop. As I wrote by candlelight and computer screen, feeling almost like a modern-day Edgar Allen Poe, I felt the words flowing through me, from my fingertips to the computer. It was exhilarating, and I managed to finish the chapter before I had to turn off my computer to conserve the battery.

I hope you like what you read. If I find any time or if I get my electricity back by this evening, I’ll do a little more work.

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(Warning: The following preview features some very bad words, so if you have kids, I suggest you make sure they’re not around when you read this post.)

 

Paul felt a buzz in his pocket and looked down. Through the fabric in his pants Paul could see the light from his phone shining through. Paul reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dove into a little alcove where he could take the call in peace. Without checking the number he pressed the talk button and brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” said Paul; on the other end all he could hear was a deep breathing. Paul raised his eyebrows suspiciously. “Who is this?” He checked the caller ID, and saw only UNKNOWN NUMBER.

Suddenly the person at the other end of the phone spoke. “Men in your line of business have no right to be in a church, Mr. Sanonia.”

Paul stared at the phone, surprised. Glancing quickly around the church, he saw only three people, and none of them were on their phones. How did this person know where he was and how did he get his number? He looked back at the phone and spoke into the mouthpiece. “Who the fuck is this?”

The man on the other end laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that for some reason chilled Paul’s skin. “When your cousin James Sanonia died, he was shot in the head.” said the man, his voice deep and affected with a heavy Russian accent. “Then several bones were broken all over his body. He was then taken from wherever he was killed and thrown in the Hudson. Dockworkers saw his body floating and pulled him up out of the water. By the time they got him though, there was nothing to identify your cousin’s murderer. Except for one interesting detail, that is.”

Paul froze, his heart beating loudly in his chest. Who was this guy? How did he know all that? “And what was that detail?” he asked through gritted teeth.

The man spoke, and Paul froze. “You killed my cousin.” he hissed angrily. “You killed Jamie.”

“Horrible thing, wasn’t it?” said the Russian man. “I couldn’t get what I wanted out of your cousin. But I’m sure you’ll be much more helpful.”

Paul was only half-listening; he was looking around the Church, trying to find someone—anyone!—on a phone. One of the other worshippers, a teenage girl with a skirt too short for the cold February weather, got out of a pew while texting. Besides her, no one else seemed to have a phone.

“Where the fuck are you, you crazy shit!” Paul whispered into the phone. “Come on out and face me like a man!”

“But there is no fun in that.” replied the Russian man. “Besides, you’re so much more amusing to watch.”

Paul stepped out of the alcove, looking around the church. “Watch?” he repeated.

“Oh, didn’t I mention it?” asked the Russian man. “I’m right in the church with you.”