Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Hello Again! Welcome To My Grand Re-opening!

I finally decided to get off of my butt and write in this blog. I've  decided that the theme of this blog is pop culture through the eyes  of a writer. It should be lots of fun, and a learning experience. I hope all 2 of you enjoy my rambling.

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Story Time! GWAR Edition

I have a few stories to tell about my adventures at DragonCon, but they are rather long and instead of writing a novella I will break them up into story time shorts. Trust me it's for the best.

DragonCon is the first comic con I ever attended. Before that, I had never even heard of a comic con. I knew that there were fandoms that had conventions to celebrate their obsessions, I had even gone to a Monkees convention in Chicago, but I didn't know that there were cons for comic books and nerd culture in general. In 1996 (I'm old) I went to DragonCon in Atlanta and it was quite the experience.

Friday night my friend Tricia and I were looking for something to do and we saw that there was a concert by a band we had never heard of. GWAR was playing in one of the ballrooms, and since we like music, we figured why not?. We went to the ballroom to see if we could get in and well... we couldn't. The room was so packed people were spilling out into the hall. Ah well, better luck next time. I think we went to see a Godzilla movie in Japanese as an alternate activity.

Anyway, cut to the next morning Tricia and I went to the dealer's room and when we walked in we saw a long line that snaked all around the dealer's room. We got curious and wanted to know who or what was so important that merited such a line. As we got to the head of this enormous line we saw a booth with a group of guys and a bunch of foam rubber heads. The guys were giving the heads to the people to try on. It was kind of cool but I didn't think much of it so I started looking around for a booth to visit. Just then Tricia said to me, "hey, that guy is talking to you." I looked around and a guy at the booth was waving me over. When I walked over he asked me how I was enjoying the con and other niceties. Then he asked me, do you want to try on a head? My response was, "Wha? Uh, sure..." With that, he plopped this head on me. It smelled of foam rubber and sweat. I looked around and then he took it back off. He said, "Now you can tell your friends you wore a GWAR head!" Since I wasn't really familiar with GWAR I just smiled and shook my head. He told me to stop back by any time and to enjoy the rest of the con. What an odd experience. Just then I happened to look at the line and saw that everyone in line was looking at me like who TF is that. They were more than a little annoyed and it occurred to me that I had cut them all in line. With that Tricia and I went on our way, mostly to get away from the people who looked like they wanted to kick my ass.

A few months later Sally Jesse Raphael had a show dedicated to parents and their kids who listen to scary and problematic music. One mother had her kid on and his band of choice? GWAR!  When the band came on, they showed a clip of the band and then the guys all came out. The guy who called me over was David Brockie, the lead singer, and it was his head that he put on me. Apparently, it's a great honor, and yes I am honored.

My experience at DragonCon was amazing and this story was just one of the little gems I have to share. 

Thursday, April 6, 2017

RIP Don Rickles

The passing of Don Rickles makes me sad on so many levels. One being he is one of the original comics who got popular during the comic explosion of the mid 50s- late 60s.
Stand up comedy isn't new, it's been around for a long long time, the problem being unless you were able to go to a night club or a similar venue you weren't able to see one. Then in the mid- late 50s (I believe, it could have been a little earlier) some genius got the idea to record comic acts and put them out on records. The thing exploded. It was a full on fad. People in Nowheresville, Middle America could listen to comedians. There were dinner parties, and cocktail parties where people would get the latest Bill Cosby record, or Lenny Bruce, and that would be the evening's entertainment. It was huge.
Among the comics to profit from this was Andy Griffith (he started out as a stand up) with his slow drawl talking about a bunch of fellers thowin' a punkin around (his telling of football), Bob Newhart (If you haven't heard his driver's ed instructor routine look it up, it's probably on YouTube, and it is hilarious. And of course Don Rickles. He started out as a straight stand up but wasn't getting very far. One night he was bombing and desperate and started picking on people in the audience, and they loved it. That was the beginning of his career. I am surprised how many people think he was being serious and was a jerk. He was actually a very kind sweet man, and it would kill him if he thought he actually hurt someone's feelings. He has been known to chase people down to apologize if they were offended.
We have lost a great man. and a great comedian.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

When You're Frightened Of Living In Your Own Country

I woke up after three hours of sleep in a full cold sweat, heart pounding, this has to be a nightmare, panic. The kind where you look around and breathe a sigh of relief that it was only a dream. Except it isn't  dream, we have a narcissistic borderline psychopath as President elect, and I see real danger, and yet many people are happy about it. I won't bore everyone going on and on and bemoan what a shit show this is and will turn out to be, but yeah we may be screwed kids.

I  have been wondering what to do with this blog, wondering what shape it would take, and I'm  still not sure, but I figure now is as good a time as any to dust her off and give blogging a go. Perhaps I can get a decent following and make a few pennies, but at the very least it will be a productive and creative way to let off steam, and get my feelings out of my head where they just sit there and fester.

I am going to make make a real go of this writing thing, it's  all I have and I am pretty good even if I am pretty shy about letting people read my stuff. I figure what the hell, there isn't anything to lose, right? Anyway, this post is more to purge the feelings and I think it worked, I feel a bit better. As I said before I have no idea what this blog will turn out to be, but I have the app on my phone, so I can blog anywhere and maybe I can be a kind of cultural blogger/ reporter. We shall see.

Like I said I am terrified. Now I know how people in other countries feel when they have a dictator or there's a revolution and people are in jeopardy. I just hope this guy doesn't ruin everything before he's kicked out.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

When you just can't decide...

I really should have named this blog Krazy Quilt or something similar. I have so many different and varied ideas for blog entries that I find it difficult to settle on a theme. I also find myself unable to pick one and therefore unable to write in my blog. I guess a wealth of ideas is better than having none, but really to me it's the same thing. It's like being so hungry that everything on the menu looks good and you just can't decide. I think I shall make a list and just go down and tick off the blogs as I go. That seems like the best idea. Ah writing, my joy and my curse....

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Awww Hell...

So we have been delayed yet again. I made the reservation for the van yesterday. We get to Bakersfield and discover that we need a credit card to secure the rental. Jason's credit card doesn't have much money on it so it is declined, and for whatever reason they won't accept a debit card...great. We try to get someone to use their card and she agreed initially but then backed out for reasons that aren't really that clear, and so now we're stuck until Sunday because the money won't go on Jason's card until Saturday. Joy!

Yep, a streak of good luck would be really really welcomed right about now... please?

Monday, February 22, 2010

Adventures In Moving; Going To Coloroado With Next To Nothing.

So when I move in a few days I will be leaving with a few clothes, important mementos, some books and my computer. Pretty much everything else will either be lost or staying here in storage. When I get to Denver I will have no furniture, nothing for a kitchen, nothing at all. I even had to sell my TV. It sucks. I am feeling a bit badly about it, but as long as we have a place to stay I guess I'll just have to get all new (or used) stuff. Anxiety abounds, and yet...I feel hopeful, and more than a bit excited. This has been an interesting journey and it still isn't over. I am hoping that everything goes smoothly and that we get to Denver with no problem. All I can do is keep my fingers crossed.

I really do try to stay positive, and I'm hoping that we get what we need... Positivity really works, right?