Sunday, August 9, 2015
A Newbie's Guide to Publishing: Guest Post by Bryan Higby
A Newbie's Guide to Publishing: Guest Post by Bryan Higby: My name's Bryan Higby. I guess that’s what you do in a first time blog - introduce yourself, right? I’d prefer not to bore you with re...
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
A Newbie's Guide to Publishing: Guest Post by Bryan Higby
A Newbie's Guide to Publishing: Guest Post by Bryan Higby: My name's Bryan Higby. I guess that’s what you do in a first time blog - introduce yourself, right? I’d prefer not to bore you with re...
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
MadCoop DVD's
Come one come all to madcoopproductions.com and order your very own MadCoop Products. We have three DVD's for your enjoyment: Transmissions Volume 1 & 2 as well as The Collective - a guaranteed trip down memory lane with MadCoop creators Bryan Higby and Rick Snyder. The Collective is a must have for anyone interested in independent movie-making. MadCoop will also be selling t-shirts with our copyrighted logos. So drop by and leave us a message.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Suburban Vampires
June 9th, 2010 9:27 AM
My home town of DenMark is infested with th undead.
DenMark nevr was a normal town, I'll admit that, hoever it has also nevr ben particularly dangerious, until last fall.
I was at my parents place on 1974 Briar Street typing away on the second floor when I heard across the police scanner that a badly mutilated corpse was found by the train yards outside of town. It was September. School had barely opened it's doors to those of us cursed enough to still be stuck in that prison. High school was always the closest thing I could think of to a prison.
Many of us who walked the hallways were what a warden might call trustees. We raised our hands in class, completed most of the lesson plans and didn't fart too loudly. Some of the students were watched by the staff like they belonged in solitary confinement. I however was barely meeting my usual honor status starting in September '09. My sights were on a modest journalism career. I had no intention of mucking up my high school grades, jeopardizing my chances for success. All summer I had been dying for a scoop. I interned at my buddy Markus Jacobi's old mans paper - The DenMark Gazette.
In a town like DenMark the idea of murder was almost not conceivable. That was until I heard that transmissions via the police scanner.
The undead invasion was subtle at first. My buddy Markus who lived over on Elmwood said he saw a family moving in next to him, "...under the cover of darkness." - his exact words. Markus has always had a flare for the dramatic. Being the son of the local newsman is evidence enough, but when he called me that night in early September telling me that not only was this family moving into the house next door in the dead of night but they had a group of men carrying what appeared to be coffins into the basement.
"Coffins?" I asked at the lockers the next morning.
"Well maybe not coffins. They were in boxes, but they could have been coffins," he laighed.
How I wished that I had listened to my good friend that day.
END ENTRY ONE
My home town of DenMark is infested with th undead.
DenMark nevr was a normal town, I'll admit that, hoever it has also nevr ben particularly dangerious, until last fall.
I was at my parents place on 1974 Briar Street typing away on the second floor when I heard across the police scanner that a badly mutilated corpse was found by the train yards outside of town. It was September. School had barely opened it's doors to those of us cursed enough to still be stuck in that prison. High school was always the closest thing I could think of to a prison.
Many of us who walked the hallways were what a warden might call trustees. We raised our hands in class, completed most of the lesson plans and didn't fart too loudly. Some of the students were watched by the staff like they belonged in solitary confinement. I however was barely meeting my usual honor status starting in September '09. My sights were on a modest journalism career. I had no intention of mucking up my high school grades, jeopardizing my chances for success. All summer I had been dying for a scoop. I interned at my buddy Markus Jacobi's old mans paper - The DenMark Gazette.
In a town like DenMark the idea of murder was almost not conceivable. That was until I heard that transmissions via the police scanner.
The undead invasion was subtle at first. My buddy Markus who lived over on Elmwood said he saw a family moving in next to him, "...under the cover of darkness." - his exact words. Markus has always had a flare for the dramatic. Being the son of the local newsman is evidence enough, but when he called me that night in early September telling me that not only was this family moving into the house next door in the dead of night but they had a group of men carrying what appeared to be coffins into the basement.
"Coffins?" I asked at the lockers the next morning.
"Well maybe not coffins. They were in boxes, but they could have been coffins," he laighed.
How I wished that I had listened to my good friend that day.
END ENTRY ONE
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