“It isn’t easy to just jump into the bog of Swamp Thing cinema. Like the early British films of Alfred Hitchcock, the prints have often deteriorated, and they are hard to find.” Somehow, Con Chapman has found them.
What’s in a name? Con Chapman really prefers to be anonymous.
“Indianapolis, like other Midwestern cities, was then a territorial outpost of jazz. It produced artists with their own sound–such as Wes Montgomery–precisely because it was distant from the hotbeds of the art form.” Con Chapman celebrates the life of Duncan Schiedt and Indiana jazz.
“In these perilous economic times, it behooves every American bread winner to keep an extra set of underwear on hand at the office.” Why, Con Chapman? Why?
“Call me sacrilegious, but challenging someone to demonstrate supernatural powers is chump change–what you do to kids who wear their superhero costumes around the neighborhood when it isn’t Halloween.” Con Chapman shares his views on Lent.
“I’m tired of being told that I’m totally wrong about familiar stuff such as the English language, the Civil War, and dime-store turtles.” Con Chapman fights back.
“I have to think for a second. I don’t want to seem too eager, but I do want to impress the guy. ‘Yes,’ I say, ‘this is a good penguin night.'” Con Chapman exposes his totem.
“He was last seen in New Orleans and never heard from again. His final resting place remains a mystery to this day.” Con Chapman celebrates the 100th anniversary of Ambrose Bierce’s disappearance.
“This is a story of a teenaged boy named Ignacio. He came to America from a village in South America to live in a small town for a year as a foreign exchange student.” A non-heartwarming Christmas story by Con Chapman.