R.I.P. Peter Cullen

"Be Strong, To Be Gentle."

A poetic quote that has also been my way of life. 

Peter Cullen was the voice of many generations being the big, strong, powerful, inspirational, father figure in Optimus Prime. 

He led the way for so many to step forward. Even when Optimus Prime's time was cut short in the Transformers Gen 1 movie the fans got so mad that the studio changed their minds and ended up bringing Optimus Prime back to life. For so many 80s kids, Optimus was their dad or someone so truly cool and inspirational to look up to. 

Optimus was strong but he was always gentle. Well, the Bayverse of films showed he was also brutal when his back was against the wall but that's not the point. 

Peter Cullen is an absolute legend and a man so many have looked up to and no doubt as history ROLLS ON, his voice and actions as Optimus will carry on forever in our hearts and with younger generations discovering his work. 

Peter was also the voice of many other characters like Eeyore and most recently Thadeus from Invincible. Peter also provided those iconic Predator noises or clicks. 

I'm not sure if Peter has recorded anymore lines as Prime or for any other characters before his passing but time will tell there on when we may hear his final performance.

Peter's passing has hit me and so many others are hard. It's been a rough week for me and these big deaths have made it harder. 

Thank You Peter, may you rest now knowing all the good work you have done and all the sparks you have inspired. We love you and we miss you. Til All Are One.

R.I.P. Tim Curry

"Don't dream it, be it.". 

Rest In Peace to the iconic Tim Curry. 😭

What can we say about this ICON? 

He played so many characters both on screen and off screen across all different media's. 

Tim was a sweet Transvestite from Transexual Transelvania, a Wild Thornburry, Emperor of the Tainted Coil, a butler, a great singer and actor, pirate captain long John Silver, a Concierge, a clown, a devil, hexxus, Soviet Premier and so many more characters. 

Even after his deteriorating health condition he was still full of wit and making comic con appearances and signing through the mail for his fans...

Now if you don't mind, I'm going to the one place not corrupt with capitalism.....SPACE!

Much love Tim, we love you and we miss you❤️

I'm The Villain (original poem by SJones)

I guess, I'm the villain,

I'm the one you should hate.

My name on the list

Makes others groan and hiss.

I have an opinion,

And I'm the one in the wrong.

No matter what I say,

It seems I've said it all wrong.

Honesty is not the best policy,

At least that's what they say.

Some people are human washing machines,

They spin my words around

And wash the truth away.

Afraid of being right,

I'm kept out of sight.

Perhaps the dark has twisted my mind.

Maybe all the good I do

Needs to be left behind.

Because my bad moments

Are remembered more than the good.

The mistakes become the story,

Even when they shouldn't.

I guess, I'm the villain.

I'm the one you should hate.

I'm the name that makes them groan,

The one they love to berate.

No matter what I say,

No matter what I do,

Somehow I'm the problem

Before I've even started to.

I guess, I'm the villain.

Perhaps that's what I've become.

No matter what I've said or done,

I'll always be the one

They point at when it's said and done.

So hang me by my reputation,

Let the judgement have its fun.

For when everyone's made up their mind,

What chance has the villain got

To become the hero

When the damage is already done?

Being A Dad - Original Poem by SJones

Being a Dad

Being a dad isn't easy.

I get mad. I get sad.

Changing your bum can test my patience, while you wriggle and twist, cry for Mammy, and somehow find the strength to turn a simple nappy change into an Olympic sport.

I throw myself across the room like a goalkeeper, stopping you from touching the things you shouldn't touch. You don't care. You'll try again anyway. "The switch, Dad. Press it. I like it."

I stop you eating the strangest things. A plastic bag? That Looks delicious.

A door? Mmm that's worth tasting.

A cupboard? Worth slamming.

Again. And again. And again.

You explore the world, with fearless curiosity. I follow behind, trying desperately to keep you alive.

And while you're busy discovering everything, I'm busy questioning everything.

Am I a good dad?

Am I doing enough?

Why didn't I do that? Why don't I do this?

I worry about all the things, I can't teach you.

I can't ride a bike. I'm not sporty.

What good am I to you?

What if other dads are better? Do they feel like this too?

Or am I the only one lying awake, wondering if I'm enough? Sometimes I feel numb. Disconnected. And then comes the guilt.

Why don't I feel closer? Why am I struggling? Do I love my son?

The question hurts, because I already know the answer. Of course I do.

I love you in the way, that makes me worry endlessly.

I love you in the way, that makes me doubt myself.

I love you in the way, that makes me afraid of failing you.

And then you laugh.

I sneeze, and you nearly fall over laughing. I accidentally hit myself on the head with a poster tube, and you're gasping for breath. I fart, and suddenly I'm the funniest person who has ever lived. You point at plugs, with a mischievous smile.

I say no. You grin. I say no again. You grin wider. Eventually you get bored, sit on the floor, and set off to find another adventure.

You are ten months old. You crawl like a rocket. You stop, look over your shoulder, checking if I'm chasing you. And if I am? Turbo mode.

You take a few wobbly steps, and my heart nearly bursts. Ten months old, already doing things I couldn't do at your age.

I bum shuffled. I crawled. I was born with a broken leg. Yet here you are, determined to run before you can walk.

I want to give you everything.

The world. Every opportunity. Every chance to be happy. But the world scares me.

I remember my own childhood.

The bullying.

The anxiety.

The mistakes.

The freedom.

Diving into rivers.

Fishing with friends.

Exploring without fear.

And somewhere along the way, I became more aware, of pain, of consequences, of how fragile things can be.

Now the world feels louder. Faster, Crueler, The internet never forgets. Bullies no longer need a playground. A phone can place the entire world, in a child's pocket, And not all of that world is kind.

I want to protect you from everything. But I know I can't.

One day, you'll have to step into it yourself. And that terrifies me.

Being a dad isn't easy.

There are moments of joy, moments of pride, moments that make my heart soar, But too often, all I hear is my own self-doubt.

The voice asking whether I'm capable of raising this incredible little human.

Then you shout, "Dada!"

And suddenly none of the doubts matter.

Because you don't need a perfect dad.

You just need me.

And every day, I'll keep trying, to be enough.

Men In Black Reboot Movie Idea

MEN IN BLACK: Black Veil

A grounded, horror-driven reboot inspired directly by the original The Men in Black comics less superhero spectacle, more occult conspiracy thriller. Starring John Hamm and Michael B Jordan.

Tone....Think: Se7en meets The X-Files, with flashes of Men in Black dry humor, mixed with cosmic horror and urban paranoia.

Rain-soaked cities. Flickering subway tunnels. Government buildings that feel haunted. Aliens aren’t quirky tourists they’re ancient things hiding behind human skin. The comedy comes from exhausted deadpan agents dealing with insanity like it’s office work.

The Premise

People across major cities begin mutilating themselves after seeing a strange symbol appear in reflections: mirrors, TV screens, subway windows, phone cameras. Witnesses describe “someone standing behind them” that nobody else can see. Entire apartment blocks go silent overnight.

The Men in Black discover the phenomenon is tied to an ancient extradimensional entity called The Hollow Man, a being the MIB buried decades ago beneath New York using occult technology stolen from non-human civilizations. Now the seal is failing.

The Agents

Agent Kay (John Hamm)

Not the warm mentor version.

This Kay is closer to the comics: emotionally deadened, terrifyingly competent, morally compromised, has spent decades covering up horrors. He knows more about the Hollow Man than he admits. He’s been hiding the truth because the original containment required sacrificing civilians. Kay believes humanity survives only through brutal secrecy.

Agent Jay (Michael B Jordan)

A former homicide detective recruited after surviving a supernatural encounter nobody can explain.

Jay is smart, funny, skeptical but the humor is defensive. He uses jokes because the truth is horrifying. Unlike the Will Smith version, this Jay slowly realizes: the MIB are not heroes, memory wiping is abuse, humanity may already be losing an intergalactic war. He starts questioning whether the organization itself is the real monster.

The Horror

The entity doesn’t attack physically at first. It spreads through observation. If you see its true form: your memories become corrupted, people around you forget you exist, reflections move independently, reality subtly changes. Victims begin disappearing from photographs.

One terrifying sequence:

A subway car arrives completely full of silent passengers facing the wrong direction. Every passenger is dead but still blinking.

Another:

Agents raid an apartment where every wall is covered in identical drawings made by a missing child:

a tall faceless figure wearing a black suit.

The Comedy

The humor is sparse and dry.

Examples:

Agents arguing over paperwork while disposing of an interdimensional corpse

Jay discovering the MIB health insurance has a “parasite deductible”

An exhausted alien informant refusing to help because “you humans always unleash ancient gods before elections”

The jokes relieve tension instead of undercutting it.

The Twist

Kay was part of the original operation that imprisoned the Hollow Man in the 1970s.

But the entity was never contained.

The MIB made a deal with it.

In exchange for keeping humanity ignorant, the entity was allowed to quietly feed on erased memories.

Every neuralyzer flash strengthened it.

The entire organization has unknowingly become a machine feeding a cosmic predator.

Kay has known for years.

Final Act

The climax takes place beneath Manhattan in abandoned Cold War tunnels converted into occult containment chambers.

Reality collapses:

impossible architecture

looping hallways

agents forgetting their own names. dead former MIB operatives appearing alive

Jay discovers the only way to weaken the Hollow Man is to expose the truth publicly. Kay believes humanity cannot psychologically survive the truth.

So the final confrontation isn’t just against the creature. It’s Jay vs Kay. Truth vs control. Old ways Vs human ways.

Ending

Jay leaks evidence of extraterrestrial and supernatural existence worldwide. Phones everywhere light up. People finally see what’s been hidden.

The final shot:

Across the world, thousands of reflections smile a half-second too late.

Cut to black.

Tagline

“The universe was never under our control.”