Friday, March 16, 2018

The Cape?!?

Just got finished watching this. My thoughts? I have them. They probably echo yours. For the most part. I could write more, however, I have to give up the computer in seven minutes, so, in no particular order...

  • It's Batman.
  • Wait, no, it's not.
  • A Crime Fighting Magician? 
  • Oh, wait. That's been done before, too.
  • Weird.
I should probably expand on these points one by one, and make this a really pretty bloglike post.

Several have given you a review that rates somewhere on the high side of The Suck Scale, however, I'm here to tell you different. It doesn't truly blow righteous chunks. Chunks, yes. Whether or not they're righteous or not is up to you.

It turns out this never posted, and it's what, 5 years later, and I'm clearing out the Drafts folder as it were, and I remember watching all of these episodes and even the parody on Community as well.  My thoughts are the same as they were when I watched it for the first time.

I had a discussion at church the other day about how all shows look the same after awhile, and they're stealing plots from each other too. We all agreed that I was right. The superhero genre will always exist, and the same 36 plots with continue to exist as well. Hollywood will continue to crank out things that the majority doesn't like in the name of entertainment.

We could get into trivial word definitions at this point, however it follows that I will write and get paid for it on a more than occasional basis, and if you read, that's cool. Leaving a comment is better however.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach.

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

Monday, March 12, 2018

What a Crock!!!

There's got to be a morning after.... Maureen McGovern, from the original Poseidon
Adventure. '72? I was 12. Two years later, some song for Towering Inferno that did not
win. Unless I've got the two mixed up. All I know is that I bought the 45.... Today, that
would be an MP3. Anyone want to donate $2.99? You know where the button is....

This raises the question, "Oh, yeah?" I know, not what I was going to talk about, but for
some reason, the need to remember something from my childhood came up. Yesterday,
we performed the archaic task of setting our clocks forward one hour, in order to save
daylight. What a ridiculous concept!!!

There's the same amount of daylight no matter what the clock reads. The fact that it's
still dark outside even though it's one hour later than at this same time two days ago
confirms this. So, why exactly are we doing it?

I'm guessing, but my thinking is that some yahoo in congress decided a long time ago
that the need to have most people working, driving, and doing other things during the
day was and is a good idea. As a result here in the state of confusion, we get more rush
hour traffic than we've ever had before, and that's not only because the peer to peer
services that have attempted to replace the taxicab industry have invaded recently....

Thinking about this further means that I should probably do actual research, and put
names and faces in this beast to make it look pretty elsewhere....

To continue, this has been going on all my life. In case you forget how, "Spring Forward.
Fall Back." People say they lose or gain an hour of sleep, and that's ridiculous as well. You
get the same amount no matter when you get up. The clock doesn't rule you unless you
let it. A good friend that happens to be close as well taught me that. Who knows, she
might even be reading these words that I write on an occasional basis....

The math states that I've only known her for less than a tenth of my life, however I feel
like I've known her always. One day I'll figure out how that works, and at that point,
watch out!!!

The need for speed, and how everything is calculated based on either time, energy, or
distance. More likely, a combination thereof. We just have to deal with the outcome. 

For about a year and a half, I worked at JPL, while living here in the beach that is round.
Roughly 4 hours out of my day wherein I was driving and doing practically nothing else. If
I had today's tech, I probably would've been able to dictate most things, and create
beautiful things as well. 

The tradeoff would be that most of my ATPM articles would be decidedly different. Maybe I'd have more shorts written as well.  Someone to transcribe the musings of a random guy attempting to make it in a messed up world he was born into would be needed. 

I could've joined the unions necessary out of high school. I didn't need 'SC. I got the education I needed growing up with two loving parents that knew more than I did. Maybe my father would've lived longer. 

God had other plans.....


Rules us all. Doesn't care either. Didn't they introduce the Time Trapper on Legends of
Tomorrow recently?

Villains from The Legion of Superheroes brought into a show that's ostensibly about time
travel makes life a little more interesting. I don't have to buy comic books anymore,
because of the "investments" I made in the 80's..... I need to create my own line, and
I've made a start of that.

I should write another short, and dub it with new dialogue, at which point I'd only need a
studio to record and about 6 hours.....
A radio play at church. That's the ticket....

5 characters in search of an exit. The 6th is the narrator, and the guy at the end that let's
you know what's going on. Rod Serling was and is a genius. CBS cancels The Twilight
Zone, but Serling is still around, so he creates The Night Gallery for ABC. Sundays in the
60's IIRC. 

I didn't get to watch that show for whatever reason. Probably because it was on a
competing channel, and dad still worked at CBS Television City. I didn't think I'd end up
here when I started this random rant, however here we are.

The origin of The Black Fox's catch phrase comes from the following syllogism; Timing is
everything. People fear change. It all comes downto this. What is this? Something that
needs to be changed.... Who is this? The Black Fox. What makes the change? The blue
smoke bomb that hides the quick-change....

"This Changes Everything!!!" in Seacoast City, or everyplace else.

There is a change taking place within all of us, and at some point, you'll realize that it has
already taken place within you. I'm not one to tell you what to do with yourself after you
realize that it's already been made.

That's my story. Hope you enjoyed it. May or may not be a major motion picture coming
soon to a theatre or drive in near you. If you don't live near either one of those my advice
is, "Move!!!"

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Sonic Geometry: The Language of Frequency and Form

The need to get this info out there exists, however we're told not to share.
Therefore, you didn't "hear" this here....

Friday, January 19, 2018

I'll Be Talking About It

I've decided to make this a yearly tradition, and to that end, I'll be talking about what happened 36 years ago today in March. Details on the card....
If you'd like, there's a video available too....

Most of what I would write here, I'll be saying in two months time at this show. I hope to see you there!!!

Saturday, May 13, 2017

500 Words Or Less

Expounding on the virtues of the new site I just found. Longtime readers will already know what I'm talking about, however, for the two or three of you that are here for the first time, I'm addicted to coffee. Why? That's not important. What is, however, is the need to drink it.

I found this site that allows you to buy me a cup of coffee. You can even choose how many! What a deal!!! Most of you know that I drink a pot a day to simply stay awake during those lonely nights (or are they mornings?) typing away at this beast making things look like screenplays of movies that most of you will never see.

Yes, that's what I do for a living. I write, and no one reads. Somehow, I get paid to do that. Great work if you can get it. I have it. Now I have to keep it, which is why I drink coffee. Most of you may have even heard or seen the zombie coffee chant™.

Right now, I don't know if you can make a recurring donation to this ministry via this new site I just discovered, however, what I do know is this: It allows you to keep me from going to that place that started in Seattle and has spread worldwide. My definition of hell has been covered elsewhere, therefore I won't repeat it here, although it has to do with one of these places that shall not be named being on every corner....

Have I hit my artificial word count yet?

That's my story. Hope you enjoyed it. Soon to be a major motion picture™.

Friday, April 28, 2017


Don't tell me you're sorry. Do what I asked you to do. I know life is easier when you don't do things for others, however, how do you think they feel?

This is not directed at any one particular person. I've had a lot of people lately tell me, "I'm sorry." Hey, that's great.  Disappoint me further. I can take it. Sure I can. I've experienced disappointment in the past, so it becomes easier as life goes on.

According to this article our future defines our past. Without boring you with the details or the math, according to some that have degrees in this sort of thing, what you do now forms what you've done previously.  Therefore, past performance does NOT indicate a future result as we've previously learned or been taught. It's actually the reverse.

This may go to the whole cause/effect vs. choices relationship that I've spoken about in the past. It may not. I don't truly know if you've heard that speech. It may have been a lecture or a humorous anecdote.  I say this as I don't know where you've heard me speak. I may have been on a panel at Comic Con. I may still be on one in the future. Which Comic Con? Well, that's for you to decide.

I do know I'll be onstage at WhedonCon 2017 in a few weeks. Maybe you'll see me there at the costume contest. I'm going to turn it into a masquerade after I figure out what the difference between the two is. Hope to see you there!!!

What else is going on? Everything is connected.  We learn this from Dirk Gently, or Douglas Adams. He always like the way the sounds deadlines made as they went whooshing by....

There might be an animation of that out there. If not, I invite you to create it and post a link here in the comments. 

To close, this is the official launch of the #NoApologiesNecessary tour. If you see that tag in The Twitterverse, or on book of the face, an RT or a share will be much appreciated. Who knows? Maybe we can make the tag go viral, and then people will start keeping their promises.

Stranger things have happened.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach.™

That's my story. Hope you enjoyed it. Soon to be a major motion picture.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

35 Years Ago Today

January 19th, 1982 started out as a cold day in LA like any other. It was below 70 degrees. In the morning I was getting ready to attend classes at 'SC. As a commuter student living in North Hollywood, I was prepping for the hour's drive. This raises the question, "Why do they call it rush hour traffic, when nobody moves?"

I was about to go out the door when I heard my father call for me. As a lifetime asthmatic myself, I didn't hesitate to bring him the over the counter pills to promote free breathing he asked me for. I stayed with him for a few minutes discussing various things that were only pertinent to me at the time, and looking back, he was feigning interest.  He was stretched out on the bed, and he sounded fine, so I said, "I'm going to be late for school," and I left, closing the bedroom door behind me.

That was the last time I saw my father alive.

Tuesday classes as a senior in the Computer Science department minoring in Russian Studies were mostly easy to understand. I did do something slightly insane that year as I thought it was a good idea to take two classes whose time overlapped that were literally on opposite ends of the campus.  I did survive this ordeal, however.

Tuesday nights I attended Campus Crusade for Christ meetings normally, however, for some reason, I decided to drive home that day, fully intending to drive back that night, as I had computer work to do, and back then we had dumb terminals connected to a large mainframe and connecting to the 'net from home was one of the things we were creating as well.

When I got home my usual space in front of the house wasn't available, as there were a few fire trucks and an ambulance. I drove an Audi 100LS back then and shared it with dad, as mom didn't drive.  I'll tell the story of the car purchase another day. I didn't think anything was wrong as there was an old folks home across the street, and this was not a regular occurrence, or even frequent, however it did indeed happen every once in awhile. I didn't realize they were there for my father even as I walked up to the house and went in.

I was greeted with my mother freaking out and attempting to relay dad's medical history to the paramedics, and I collapsed in a chair.  I composed myself, and got up and went outside figuring I'd be in the way, and everything would be okay. It wasn't.

I leaned against the Chinese elm outside and prayed.

I went back inside and he was gone.