Tag: magazines

At Home Consuming Media And This Is The Result

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I sent a picture of Gran to Vanity Fair thinking it wouldn’t be noticed, but there it is in the latest issue on a full page, a beautiful profile portrait against a deep indigo background, head looking up, shiny waves of hair falling on her forehead. The photo was taken by my sister, and I duly sent her name and address along with it. Now her info is all over the magazine page and she’s mad at me for the invasion of privacy, but also kind of flattered.

Meanwhile I’m bored and I decide to rewatch Person Of Interest. Only I’ve traveled back in time and I’m the one creating the show: I cast Harold Finch but I don’t want to cast John Reese, he’s neither a good enough actor nor a compelling role, I explain the producer. I’ll just kill him off in the pilot episode, and yet… I’ve already watched the show so I know the character will live on. The series is now set in the Marvel Cinematic Universe but it’s aimed at an older public. I write Spider-Man in one scene.

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Bloody Magazines

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I walk inside a newsstand and browse through the magazines. I want to pick something interesting (Wired, maybe?) and buy every issue starting today. January 2020 is a good date to start building a collection, right?

(Photo by Hatice Yardım on Unsplash)

While I’m still browsing, an immigrant walks into the store, he pays in cash and stands in front of the register waiting for his change. The owner smiles a wicked smile and plays with the five bucks in his hand. He says he doesn’t think he’s gonna give the man his money today.

Now, IRL I’ve promised myself to be more assertive and speak up, so speak up I do. I take a deep breath and say out loud,

Give this man his change or I’ll call the police.

I start rummaging through my bag for my cell phone. The store owner whips out a tiny gun, smaller than his fist, and points it directly at me. He orders to put down the phone. I grab his hand and after a struggle I take the gun away from him. He produces another one identical to the first and I run to hide behind a door. A shootout ensues, and I finally wound him and call the police.

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