mostly nonfiction and bakersfield news | November 13th, 2009

Witch Black and Baby Blue

By James Michael Blaine

Chaos everywhere in the five county area and by the time I creep into the last ER I’ve had more than my fill of manic-depressives and opiate suicides gone awry. I drop my gear and sift through the patient fridge for a Gatorade G2.

“No Grape?” I ask Jody, the nurse.

Swiping her name tag, she ducks into the doctor’s lounge and returns with a purple drink.

“Thanks,” I say, twisting off the top. “So what you got?”

“Well,” she sighs, puffing bangs from her eyes. “By the …

Two Films Have Sneak Peek At Bakersfield Comicon 2

I showed up late to the second annual Bakersfield Comicon. I was riding in the Hectic Films van getting a literal “Bird’s Eye View” with filmmaker Rickey Bird who was looking for some kind of attachment that could be used between a Mac computer and a projection screen. Don’t ask. He was frustrated, but all worked out after a brief foray to Radio Shack and a Jack In The Box restaurant. Apparently all is well in the world of filmmakers after a cheeseburger.

We eventually made out way …

Witch Black and Baby Blue

By James Michael Blaine

Chaos everywhere in the five county area and by the time I creep into the last ER I’ve had more than my fill of manic-depressives and opiate suicides gone awry. I drop my gear and sift through the patient fridge for a Gatorade G2.

“No Grape?” I ask Jody, the nurse.

Swiping her name tag, she ducks into the doctor’s lounge and returns with a purple drink.

“Thanks,” I say, twisting off the top. “So what you got?”

“Well,” she sighs, puffing bangs from her eyes. “By the …

Witch Black and Baby Blue

By James Michael Blaine

Chaos everywhere in the five county area and by the time I creep into the last ER I’ve had more than my fill of manic-depressives and opiate suicides gone awry. I drop my gear and sift through the patient fridge for a Gatorade G2.

“No Grape?” I ask Jody, the nurse.

Swiping her name tag, she ducks into the doctor’s lounge and returns with a purple drink.

“Thanks,” I say, twisting off the top. “So what you got?”

“Well,” she sighs, puffing bangs from her eyes. “By the …