Starring Patrick Warburton (“Seinfeld,” “The Tick,” “Men In Black II,” “Rules of Engagement)”, “The Action Hero’s Guide To Saving Lives” is a laugh-out-loud action-comedy that takes you behind the scenes of Ace Mulligan’s perilous and not-always-successful mission to stop the bad guys, get the girl, and save the day. It’s not always easy being an action hero.
SYNOPSIS: “When lives are on the line… When there’s danger at every turn… When cliches run amuck… Sometimes the best thing to do is call Mulligan! Ace Mulligan! No matter how villainous the madman… How numerous the henchmen… How sexy the damsel, one thing is for sure: Ace Mulligan will always come out on top. Sometimes. ”
Spending my Freshman year of college in a motorized wheelchair was NOT how I wanted to begin my new “adult” life. I was finally free to explore the world outside of my hometown and I wanted to do just that. The wheelchair made it difficult for me to explore my dormitory, much less the whole world.
Occasionally, I have a dream about an extra, abandoned room in my house that doesn’t really exist. It’s a cold, dank, dimly lit space with good possibilities. Every time I dream about this room, I’m so shocked that I keep forgetting about it, especially when I need the extra space. I start coming up with new plans and ideas. Looking around, I see things that I started from the last dream are still there waiting for me to finish.
When I graduated from high school, the only thing I knew for certain, was that I really loved art. I researched colleges all over the country. I secretly had my heart set on one down in Georgia. Those dreams came to a halt when I realized the difference in expense for an out-of-state college paired with my mother’s intense desire for me to remain close by. Ultimately I was accepted into UNC Charlotte, only about an hour away from my home town. The summer before college began I was a whirl wind of nervous energy. I had no idea where I would end up or what I would do there.
Several weeks ago, the first lines of this poem entered my mind. I wasn’t sure of the reason or who’s voice i was hearing, but I knew I had to write this down before it was just a passing thought. Sadly, a few weeks later, my best friend’s grandmother passed away. I felt the need to share this poem with my best friend’s mother, and she just had a look of awe on her face as she told me it sounded like this was written about her mother. Since then, I’ve added the last two stanzas and would like this to be dedicated in her memory.
JoAnna ‘Nana’ Garner Henley 1937-2015
Thanks to 106.5 The End for promoting the April 25 Kaleidoscope Cultural Arts Festival! This was a pleasant surprise when one of our volunteers sent in this audio clip of Chris Rozak promoting Saturday’s show, which runs from 12 p.m. to 4 p.m. in downtown Kannapolis on West Avenue. We have more than 100 registered artists/performers with food trucks scheduled for Saturday. Hope to see you there! Mike
My art has taken me down many side roads since I started out as a “realist” painter in 1978. I worked exclusively with gouache (opaque watercolor) in my paintings and then in fabric design sketches that I did as a free-lancer for 15 years.