Wednesday, April 9, 2014

League Assignment: Hey isn't that...?

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     I don't really have any celebrity sightings, I haven't been to a convention since the 90's, I have gone to book signings, but those are not really sightings per se. Scott Sigler invited everyone to come drink with him after he signed Ancestor, and that was cool. The only incidental celebrity sighting I have experienced in the last 15 years was that I may have seen John Kerry as I passed by on the 16th street mall shuttle bus- an almost sighting of an almost president

     So I was fully prepared to give this topic a pass when I saw Brians inspired post over at Cool and Collected. And before I thought about this crazy comic I have been listening to on 24/7 comedy.

     I tend to get interested in people and look up a lot of info about them at one time. I kept hearing John Pinette's routines about being big, and loving food, and loving his comfort, and laughing so hard, because I can so relate to him. (I'm not that, big, but I'm big enough) But I kept thinking, I need to look him up, I'm curious as to what he looks like, I want to know more about him.

.....and then it was monday April 7th 2014, and we were living in a John Pinette poor world

     How does this relate to the topic of the week? Because I never realized until I looked at his Wikipedia page that he was Bumpo in The Punisher

     If you have heard his comedy, I'm sure he has made you laugh. If you never have...give him a listen

and here are fellow league member entries

Geeky Vixen has a lot of brushes with Fame
Erik Johnson Shows us James Gurneys Autograph
Jathniel May have shared a plane with LL Cool J
The Femme of Fandom saw Stan Lee in a Flash...or a Quicksilver, maybe?
Retro Robot Review discovered that Kyle Gass really is Tenacious

and others yet to come...

Monday, March 31, 2014

League Assignment: Cool Story Bro

     Our Tale Opens....

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    on a middle aged man, somewhat thick about the midsection but trying to lose weight and get back in shape...

     A man with a single desire on the night our tale unfolds- a desire to put carbon arrows into paper targets, pull them out, and put them in again. I slung my battered old compound bow into the trunk of my civic and started the car.

     Seems easy enough, I suppose. But to be interesting, the story has to have conflict, and this is a story of MAN Vs. THE ELEMENTS

     You see, this night was a night of late season snow in Colorado, and late season snow on Colorado doesn't mess around. and my Civic, while very reliable, tends to turn into a sled once snow gets above the bottom of the car. The bottom of the civic isn't that high off the ground, either.

      I made it three blocks before I started getting hung up badly. This was a heavy, wet snow, like trying to drive through Jell-O. No wimpy powder snow here, this was snow with a vengeance. so I turned the car around and started back up my street. I live on a cul-de-sac, on a hill, and winter weather and gravity and grade are not friends to my car. I got about 25 feet up the hill before the car started to hang and slide. I backed back down and retried, to no avail. So I parked on the avenue and decided to hoof it back home. Abandon the car, abandon the bow, abandon the journey.

     We take an aside here, to cover how I'm dressed. I'm wearing:
  • a wool pea coat- good choice
  • a hat- good choice
  • khakis-indifferent choice
  • no socks-pretty rare I wear socks anyway
  • moccasin-style loafers-not a good choice
     So I start hiking up my street, seeing people out doing things with their cars through my badly snowed up glasses, seeing people I don't really recognize, but I don't often see my neighbors anyway. But I slog through the slush and snow to see...the other avenue, not the houses at the end of the cul-de-sac.

     What this means to the layman, (someone not familiar with the topography of my neighborhood) is that I have just spent somewhere between 10 minutes and an eternity walking up

I parked the car further along the avenue than I thought, and went up the wrong block
     I toyed with some choices at this point. stay here, build a snow shelter, raise sled dogs...or start walking. I walked, because I'm not sure where you even get blubber from. I walked down the hill, down the avenue, and back up the next hill. I found my house almost at the summit, I shed my snow-matted coat and hat, peeled off my snow-crusted shoes and went and put my feet in a warm bath. And when I could feel them...they hurt.
 I walked down and recovered my car the next day-no one had hit it in the snow, the bow was OK for having been in the trunk overnight. It took a little work to drive it up my hill, but I made it.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

League Assignment- My Life in One Square Foot

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     In the movie "Any Given Sunday" (which I have not seen, but probably should) Al Pacino's character, Tony D'Amato gives a speech about life being a game of inches. This is approximately a square foot of those inches. A square foot of stuff I love, stuff I need, stuff I sometimes struggle with...

     my PC-I spend a  lot of my life seated here, both for my paid job and my life outside it. Loaded on the screen is unrendered artwork in Carrara 8 of the Amateur Skeptics, of which I am a part. in the background, not fully intended, is my desk phone which I use on that paid job. In front of the monitor is Optimus Prime, who has guided me with his wisdom for a long time through his many incarnations.

     Scattered across my keyboard are my leatherman Skeletool(don't leave home without it, or save versus crippling urge to check and recheck pocket at -8), My Blood Pressure Medicine, and barely visible behind Tango, the Avengers on DVD. Note- this is the first time Tango has seen the new Camera, and he was UNFOND, hence he is within my steely grip rather than perching. He is also eyeing Optimus' Ion Blaster with an eye toward taking me out

My Co-Leagues/Colleagues had these square feet of their own:
The Nerd Nook showed us a few of his favorite things
Brian's post at Cool and Collected runs the spectrum from explicable to downright mysterious
Achievements in Gaming gave us the pic and the list, topped by the Man in Black
Happy haunted Sunshine House can seriously pack a square foot
Stunt Zombie shares my taste in Multi-Tools
Jathniel gives us a glimpse into Sci-fi, baseball, Mustangs and the scripture, to his soundtrack
in D.I. Treasures post, the space between his treasures is...more treasure
Pop Rewind gives us two bloggers, and two feet for the price of one
AEIOU and Sometimes Why gives us a window on the soul
Diary of a Dorkette shows us a world of imagination and role models...
Retro Robot Review has a multi-tool hidden in his post too

Sunday, March 23, 2014

League Assignment: Why Did I buy That???


     This is a post about regret. not so much regrets about things I missed that I wish I had bought(lots of those) but about things I was kicking myself for afterwards.

     For me, the regrets fall into categories, and I will illustrate each category with an example.

  • Category 1: like it but I paid too much, A.K.A. the badgers curse. I tend to get frustrated searching, and buy things on line. nearly every time the arrival of my shipment corresponds with finding the item in the store. Ex: Bought Generations Sergeant Kup on Ebay, and found him at ToysR'Us about two days before my package arrived

  •  Category 2: bought it...hate it, A.K.A. this looked better in the package. Sometimes I make impulse buys, and live with the sadness of a not-thoroughly-researched collectible. Ex: Transformers Prime Beast Fire Predaking...he should have been so much more. He was built around a battery box and a light-up gimmick, and he suffers for it. Ex: HTFD Elita-1.... she's just sad- doesn't really hang together in either mode, and doesn't really look like anything as a robot

  • Category 3: Like it but I bought too much A.K.A. Man Overboard. I don't buy to invest (anymore) but for a while I was buying to customize. Buying up extras of Star Wars figures to repaint/part-swap and get that perfect expanded universe/role-playing character...well it seemed like a good idea at the time, and reasonable. Flash forward to me, selling what I can of TPM/POTJ figures and donating bins of same to the Goodwill, and just hating to go through them, but hating to have them here... 1990's comics fell into that category, and Todd McFarlane figures of all stripes

     Am I wiser? maybe. Sadder? probably. I like to think I learned to be more certain of what I really want, and how to take steps to get it. The future will reveal it's secrets in due time...

Jathniel got stung by a POTJ figure too...BILLY DEE!
Crooked Ninja Turtle Gang shares some of my sadness over McFarlanr toys, plus a few tears over other lines
The Nerd Nook tells of collecting vintage star wars- the toughest job you will ever love
Monster Cafe sings a (Soprano) tale of Full houses and Simpsons second thoughts
That Figures tells a story of things he didn't buy with great eloquence
The Dusty Shelf weaves a lament of Bats and Men, and comic values gone awry
Retro Robot Review shows us his stooge side...Nyuk,nyuk,nyuk
AEIOU Asks us (sometimes) WHY a random bag o'toys from a thrift store
and Brian from Cool and Collected shows us "holy awkward hand positioning, Batman!"