shout OUT!: Pop Goes the Geek Girl & Affiliates

It is easy to get lost in your own head.  We are all guilty of that at sometime or another, right?  Well, every once in a while I’ll get a snap back to reality and I’ll take a moment (or two) to appreciate those that define my life.

I have a very ebb and flow work style, which isn’t always conducive to long-lasting professional relationships.  My editor, Brian Triplett, has been a friend and colleague since I started contributing to the Examiner and he graciously agreed to start editing for me…merely because I asked.  That is an immense leap for anyone, and I doubt he realizes how much it means to me.

examinerdotcom-logoSo, if you get a chance:  Check out his Examiner page and blog, Pop Culture Warehouse.  They are both well-worth the read and subscription.  He covers a variety of topics from television, films, books, religious issues and news, mid-East relations, social media—  Essentially, the whole kit and kaboodle!

Like aforementioned, people are defined by others in their lives, and men are defined by the strong women in their lives.  The ol’ adage: “Behind every successful is man is a stronger woman,” is true.  I am fortunate enough to have three incredibly strong and successful women at my back who support me through thick-and-thin, and more-importantly define my day-to-day life.

My sister, Caitlin, is immensely intelligent (far smarter than I) and incredibly hardworking.  As a teenager she works nearly full-time whilst balancing family and school life with ease.  In her spare time she has numerous hobbies and pop culture addictions, and somehow, somewhere betwixt the chaos, she finds time to manage my ARSchultz Tumblr account and run her own blog with my equally talented mother, Chris Schultz.

My mother manages to take time management to a whole new level:  She works full-time as a teacher where she homeschools my younger brother as well as my sister, she then manages a household of four in its entirety (base to boards), and in between those full-time jobs she runs my sister back-and-forth for her shifts at work (around school lessons I might add) while indulging in hobbies ranging from pretty much anything in the sphere of pop culture that might nab her interest.  Then, on top of it all, she is an amazingly gifted poet and takes the time to handle the bulk of my social media endeavors—  She runs the official ARSchultz Facebook page, coordinates media blitzes and advertising, as well as wrangling me in when my work ethnic dips below subpar.

Nevertheless, I digress…

My sister and my mother have joined forces to create a new blog.  I know, I know…everyone has a blog, right?  Hell, you’re reading this on a blog right at this moment, so why should you had another to your RSS feed collection?

Well, you should and here is why:

cropped-geekPop Goes the Geek Girl is unique.  It hits on all things pop culture—  Music, film, television, books, etc., etc.  This unto itself isn’t standout-worthy, but what is the delivery and writing.  The writing is topnotch, better than you’ll find anywhere else, and then on top of it readers will be getting two perspectives for the price of free.  More often than not, pop culture reviews and insights get skewed, because of the person writing them, or more-specifically the age, background, current ongoings and situations of the writers, but what-if you had two writers working together in unison from different upbringings, generations, and predispositions, that absorbed the content together and each brought something to the table but a little bit differently?

The answer to that rhetorical question is a kickass blog that finds its footing in awesomeness and objectivity.  If you like art in any of its forms you need to check out this blog…it will not disappoint.

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Tight Curves and a Whiskey Sour

The other evening I finally had a chance to sit down and free write for a bit.  It was good to pull some words and fashion them into something semi-poetic.  Whether its quality work or not is really beside the point, because personally it was very cathartic.

My running free write themes seem to be women and cars, which is a tad ironic considering I’ve been in a monogamous relationship for three-years and I know absolutely nothing about cars.  However, that being said I find women beautiful, and I like a bit of speed and danger in my life, so perhaps my reoccurring elements occur for a very definite reason.  Nevertheless, without further ado let me present to you, “Tight Curves and a Whiskey Sour”:

Tight Curves and a Whiskey Sour

Flirtatious flirtation escaped her lips at four minutes past midnight.  The red gleam glinted perilously from her lips to the car’s moonlight glint.  He smirked, as she shifted between his thighs, and he shifted up a gear to speed past the 5-0 in as little as 5.0.  Smirks in all directions as black lights lit up the skyscrapers.  The white turned lavender accentuated her curves, and he turned sharply just to hear a screech and feel both curves tightly.

A pair of lights shone brightly in the distance, and peaked just as the curvature of the Earth hugged the cityscape.  Like a tight pair of jeans, her genes wove harmonically around a double helix to create something more than Mera.  Water gently fell and floated around a symmetrical axis before hitting the hood of a supercharged piece of muscle.  Flesh intermixed with flesh in the driver’s seat as the two pairs glinted and sparked in union as they passed one another.  Strangers in the dark connected only by ball lightning and the light splash of Gala’s breath.

Simultaneously, a man served up a Whiskey Sour and sent it careening to the end of the bar. It tumbled and by the physical laws stayed contained as the gloved man caught it in a flawless motion.

“A second please,” he firmly stated.

“But you haven’t even…,” in a gulp he finished the drink and stared.

A second, a third, and eventually an eleventh appeared.  Red lights fell across the district until…