NeilCampbell

Hey. Why don’t we go for a walk? It’s such a nice day and we haven’t taken a walk through the woods together in ages. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Great, I’m glad you’re up for it. Wow, look over there! Rabbits! They’re cute, huh? This is already a lot of fun. In fact, this whole week has been fun, hasn’t it? Me, writin’ blogs. You, readin’ them. I really appreciate you doing that, by the way. I know there’s a lot of blogs ...

Dear Son, Hey dude, what’s up? How are things? Nice as shit, I hope. Before you enter this crazy world, I thought I might share with you a few words of wisdom to help guide you along your way. After all, I may not be around much as you're growing up, because I’m a pretty busy guy. I’ve literally got something going on every night of the week this week, and that’s not even unusual for me. So when I’m not there to give you parental guidance, you can turn to t...

My apologies if this entry proves too intense for younger readers. One night in 1989, I saw Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade and was frightened by the scene near the end of the film in which the villain drinks from the wrong grail and rapidly ages until he dies. I was so disturbed by the imagery in that sequence, in fact, that that very night I had a nightmare wherein a disembodied skull said to me, “How old are you? I’m 99!” The skull then bit me on the ear and I woke ...

If you’ve met me and I’ve told you this before, then you already know that I am an avid moviegoer with an eagle’s eye for detail. Keeping that in mind, please take my word for it when I say that it seems like 2008 is shaping up to be the Year of the Flub. Why, you’re certainly asking, would I make such a bold and potentially controversial claim? Because it’s true! Here are just a few of the flubs, goofs, and fuck-ups I’ve noticed so far this year: WALL-E...

Hi. I’m Neil Campbell. You’re probably wondering, “Who am I?” Well, I don’t have time to deal with your existential crisis, pal, so while you’re busy introspecting, I’m just going to introduce myself. Although, who knows? Perhaps I needn’t do so. Because if you lived in Japan sometime between 1988 and 1990, and you were an avid consumer of children’s clothing catalogs, you may already recognize me: In the summer of 1988 (AKA “...