Make a blanket fort and watch Stranger Things


Friday night I decided I just couldn’t take it anymore. Between the unnecessary stress of my new office environment (yes they moved my office again), the political and social unrest that now confronts us daily I knew I needed a big break from reality. My escape plan including disconnecting from social media, grabbing my current read Mary Beard’s SPQR, and curling up on the couch for the weekend. I even thought about constructing a blanket fort to hide in but the weekend temperatures were to damn high.

By Saturday afternoon it became clear that even all of this wasn’t enough to shut my brain off so I turned my attention to Netflix. I’d read some Internet buzz about a new Netflix series called Stranger Things that promised to be highly addicting and fun. Depending on which review one read it was either a mash-up of every 80’s sci-fi and Steven King movie or X-Files meets The Goonies. Someone even wrote, “Imagine if Stephen King wrote E.T. and Steven Spielberg directed it”. One thing that everyone agreed on was that the show is the best thing Netflix has ever done. Two reviewers thought it was the best thing they’d ever seen, period.

I’m usually skeptical of anything that makes such hyperbolic claims; I find most things do not live up to this kind of hype. But, what the hell, I thought. I would try it for myself and if I didn’t like it, I could always build that fort since the weather was cooling off.

I noted in my review of The World of Poo that it is rare for anything to hearken me back to my childhood. There are not a lot, sadly, that stir up feelings of childhood for me. I am not one who feels nostalgic upon hearing an old song, or looking at pictures. Oh sure, memories come flooding back from time to time, but the emotions that usually accompany memories are dulled. The past seems too quiet for me to hear . So you can imagine my surprise when I found myself almost crying at the end of the series (yes I binged watched all 8 episodes) and wishing I had my childhood back.

I’m not the only one who felt this way. My good friend Jason posted this on Facebook after binge watching it too, “I am 35 years old. I will never not want to chat with friends on our walkie talkies, then jump on my bike to meet them for adventures.” This was his emotional response to the series. His sentiments were met with positive responses, it was clear this show had made an impact on many people.

The funny thing is, Jason is 35, I’m 52. We did not share a childhood but we do share the same feelings about our childhood that this series conjures up. The series is pure magic.

How to even begin to talk about this show without giving too much away? I will stay away from the plot details and instead just talk about why it worked and what to watch for.

When a young boy vanishes, a small town uncovers a mystery involving secret experiments, terrifying supernatural forces and one strange little girl (Netflix blurb)


True Stephen King fans will feel the hairs on their arms rise up as the title loads on the screen. Stranger Things contains the same type font as Kings early Double Day books. In fact, for a second I thought it said Needful Things, one of his older book titles. This is no coincidence as the show is a nod to all things King. A good eye will spot an officer reading a King book. By the look of the back jacket I’m sure the title is It. This too is no coincidence as the story revolves around its own “losers club” that is caught up in the search for the missing boy. Fans of Steven Spielberg’s E.T. will find elements of the movie, if not the over all theme, running throughout the series. In fact, it you don’t think E.T while watching, you may be missing the point. One of the show’s emotional hits for me was the sudden reminder that E.T. was the last movie my mom and I saw together before I moved out of the house. For some reason the biohazard scene in E.T really got to me and I turned to my mom for comfort. The scene is not repeated in Stranger Things, but does come close enough that some old discomfort started to arise and I had to take a moment to process why this was.

It also felt so much like Stand by Me, that one would be forgiven if they thought King wrote at least one or two episodes. He didn’t, but even King, posting on his Facebook page, had nothing but praise for the series.

How the producers, the Duffer brothers managed to pulls this off is beyond me; kudos to them for giving viewers everything that was great about Spielberg’s early work along with King and other 80’s cult classics. You’d think trying to fit this much pop-culture into one show would make it choppy or campy, yet the brothers were able to give us a fully polished gem.

That the series is set in 1983 is beside the point. Yes, the props and styles are as 80’s as you get, but the characters could be set in any time, any town. This is why my younger friend and I shared the same emotions. It didn’t matter that it was set in the 80’s, but as someone who was a teen in the early 80’s I appreciated the setting. I laughed when one of the teens tries to impress a girl by reminding her that all the other girls thinks he looks like Tom Cruise in Risky Business.


Beyond the supernatural and sci-fi elements, this is a series about the bonds of friendship; how they are forged and the lengths we will go to keep them. The series is dead set on reminding us that our childhood friendships once upon a time seemed to be the most important relationships we’d ever have. So much so that it deliberately plays on the disconnect between the adults and the children who are all affected by the disappearance of the boy. This disconnect applies to the adults too; it is uncomfortable to realize the father of one of the missing boy’s friends does not offer to join the search party until you recognize the theme of disconnection. The adults are not there for each other, and in one case, have no clue as to what goes on in their own house.

Maybe this is why the series works on such an emotional level. As a viewer I was never fully engaged with the adults, though I did feel for the mother of the missing boy, (played rather adeptly by 80’s star Winona Ryder). The connection is with the kids; you feel for them and by the end, want to be one of them.

Do yourself a favor; take a break from adulthood. Make yourself a blanket fort, grab some Eggos watch the series, and then let me know if you want to go bike riding. I’ve got the walkies-talkies.

Shakespeare & Stephen King, my Sunday musing

Sunday morning musing
Sunday morning musing

While giving a lecture or engaging one-on-one with people who are unfamiliar with Shakespeare the question, “Why should I like Shakespeare?” always pops up. My standard answer is “You probably already do” which then leads me to an explanation of Shakespeare’s influence on pop-culture. In fact this question is a great starting point when talking about the continued fascination with work that is over 400 years old.

Most of you already know that Shakespeare’s influence can be found in modern movie plots (think Lion King to 10 things I hate about you), book titles, operas, classical music, advertising, and over used, some times badly quoted idioms. This may seem a bit hyperbolic, but I’d bet that every writer including journalists, speechwriters, and novelists have tried at least once to sneak a quote or two into his or her work.

I pay close attention to Shakespeare’s influence on our world in order to be able to answer the above question with fresh and surprising answers. Last week I heard two quotes from MSNBC pundits used to address the current political news cycle. Chris Hayes wondered if Donald Trump’s campaign is little more than “a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”. The answer to this is yes. Chris Matthews quipped, “Is this much ado about nothing?” in reference to the FBI’s findings on Hilary Clinton’s e-mail “scandal”. The answer to this is, who the hell knows since the FBI and CIA cannot agree on what was classified and what wasn’t, and no one has adequately addressed the difference between her private server and other government officials’ private servers. But I digress. My point is that Shakespeare is all around us, even if we don’t know it.


Shakespeare can be found in some surprising places. Right now I have Hotspur Ale in my refrigerator and an Ophelia chardonnay in my wine collection. You may snicker, but the ale is one way to get my step-dad to appreciate Shakespeare, and the wine is a good way to drown a week’s worth of stress.

On Friday’s episode of Real Time with Bill Maher, the host asked one of his guests, “We think of the Danes as morose, do you think this is because of Hamlet?” The guest did not seem to find this question amusing and noted that the Danish people were a happy lot.

I’ve heard Shakespeare quoted and referenced in so many ways over the last year that little surprises me. Sometimes I giggle, sometimes I just sigh but mostly I just note it for later use. I’ve come to expect it from writers and those looking to make a “smart” point. But this morning I came across a reference, at least I think it’s a reference, that took me by complete surprise.

Child Rowland to the dark tower came;
His word was still
Fie, foh, and fum!
I smell the blood of a British man. (Edgar, King Lear)

I was looking at Lear in order to find a quote for this morning’s hashtag game #ShakespeareSunday. I’ve read and heard these lines many times, but for some reason it wasn’t until this morning that I made a modern connection to them. And I will admit, I could be completely wrong, but it’s worth musing over, don’t you think?


The Dark Tower
The Dark Tower

For those of you who have no idea what I am talking about I point you to Stephen King’s The Dark Tower series and his hero Roland . And to make this musing even more relevant ( or amusing if you wish) is the fact that some American fans of the book series are up in arms over the casting choice of Roland in the upcoming movie adaptation; a British black actor will be playing the lead character. Some of these nutters are calling for his blood.

As  stated above, I admit I could be completely wrong about the connection between Shakespeare’s Rowland’s dark tower and Stephen King’s Roland’s dark tower as I’ve only read the first three books and never thought “Lear”, and from what I know of Lear it would be hard to make a good argument for a close connection between to the two. But then again…Both men are outcasts who find purpose in protecting someone and something important to his sense of self.

In Lear Edgar utters these random lines (actually he sings them) as while disguised as Poor Tom, (poverty and madness personified) after being rejected by his family and society. Edgar has lost everything and is forced out into the wilderness where he encounters harsh weather and unnatural forces that bring him back into contact with his father. I could break down the plot involving Edgar and his father, but I promised myself this would be a short post, (and I suspect most of you know the plot already) so suffice to say that Edgar is reunited with his now blind and helpless father after they both become victims of unjust revenge and circumstances beyond their control.

Stephen King begins his series with what is called one of the greatest lines in all of modern literature, “The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed”. The novel tells the story of Roland the gunslinger, who is forced out into the desert (wilderness) to chase the man in black and becomes involved in circumstances that are wildly out of his control. Like Edgar, Roland encounters unnatural forces and is confronted by a sense of helplessness by many of the people he encounters. Readers of the book are never blatantly confronted by a “mad” Roland, but his brand of justice and his single minded quest to find the man in black does make one wonder if he isn’t just one step from the edge…

Anyway, this is my Sunday musing. It’s been on my mind all morning and I am sure it will continue to haunt me all day. This is where you come in. Tell me, do you find these lines of Edgar as a possible influence on King, or am I making much ado about nothing?

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