tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41150871807700244072024-03-13T13:58:27.761-07:00Eccentric CowboyA blog dedicated to the Weird West and all things awesome!Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.comBlogger272125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-47086296423474225802020-12-15T11:26:00.003-08:002020-12-15T11:26:28.365-08:00Status Update<p> To the shock of no one, I have been borderline inactive this last year. Without getting into too many details, sadly I've been suffering dramatically from mental problems, ironically not a result of Covid. That hasn't even been in my top ten problems. Basically work and my own stubbornness to keep pushing caused me to burn out over and over and over, and I haven't been able to function normally for more than a year now. It's a royal pain in the arse. </p><p>As of now I'm trying to get myself into recovery mode, which is long overdue, partly because I don't know how to put myself there. I want to write stories, write articles, and do podcasts. I want to produce. But I pushed myself so hard for so long that my engine isn't just burnt out, it's spattered with battery acid and is vomiting smoke as it smolders and threatens to explode. Really it's my own fault. But if I broke my mental engine, then it's up to me to fix it again.</p><p>There are options for recovery thankfully, and I'm going to try to take them and get myself in working order again. I have a huge head-full of book ideas and I've been polishing my style, so I'm far from played out in terms of imagination. But I can't write if my hand is broke. So if you've still stuck around at all, I appreciate your patience and continued interest, and I will do my best to reward it. </p><p>So for now, I'm going to get taken care of, and once my head is in a good place again and I can actually take advantage of his minmaxed brain of mine, I'll get production going again. I want to write. I've got a career's worth of ideas, work ethic and craziness rattling around in this cauldron of chaos that is my noggin. I want to do podcasts, as I've been told repeatedly by complete strangers that I've got a voice and face for radio, heh. And I'm going to try and get work done with articles here.</p><p>Anyway, ya'll take care, and have a Merry Christmas!</p>Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-10445125373768929022020-09-12T09:55:00.001-07:002020-09-12T09:55:20.215-07:00Fossil Legends of the First Americans<div class="separator"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Fossil Legends of the First Americans - Kindle edition by Mayor, Adrienne. Politics & Social Sciences Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com." height="640" src="https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81TYlbpp3SL.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="422" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A genuine treasure<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">It's no secret that I'm mighty fond of dinosaurs, and equally fond of the First Nations people. I've been fascinated with both since childhood. And by the grace of the Almighty I came across this gem, Fossil Legends of the First Americans. Now, I'm a cheapskate. I keep Amazon afloat cuz I binge buy Kindle ebooks by the bucketload, but they're also cheap. I usually scope the one dollar ones. Given my meager budget, I have to. But when I came across this, I couldn't just buy a digital copy. I <i>had </i>to own a physical copy, to have it sit on my shelf. It cost a lot more, but it was worth it.</p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Adrienne Mayor, who I wasn't familiar with before picking this up, has swiftly become one of my new favorite scholars, and I have since purchased many of her other works. She goes into illustrious detail examining the folklore, history and legends of the various American tribes going back as far as records possible go and connects them materially and theoretically with the abundance of fossils of the land and how they influenced the First Nations. </p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">The results are nothing short of breathtaking. Nor is she a simple armchair scholar that looks down her nose upon getting her hands dirty. Besides braving the paper jungles of ancient manuscripts, she has collected a wealth of first hand information from living members of various tribes, really trying to get down to the roots of things. She isn't someone who lets her pet theories and preconceived notions get in the way of objectivity and reality. She gets deep into the heart of things to find facts and genuine truth.</p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Her research here helps us realize that despite many of the thoughts of early scientists, the First Nations people didn't look at the various bones and relics of the earth with mute lack of understanding, but instead were utterly fascinated by them and often recognized them as being the ancestors of animals they already knew, especially in the case of Pleistocene-era mammals. Those they didn't recognize they sought to understand and fit within their legends and understanding of the world. Remarkably, many of them came to understand that our world had phases, eras where man was absent but other animals of great and terrible power roamed, until cataclysm removed them and paved the way for modern man and animals. </p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">In many ways they were actually ahead of the scientists that came to study the bones after them. And their intimate knowledge of wildlife and their habits gave them a unique insight to how they might have behaved and helped them solve mysteries that baffled academics for years. One example was that of fossilized tunnels in a corkscrew shape, what they called Devil's Corkscrews. Paleontologists of the day were stumped. What could have formed these strange formations in the earth? Well, the locals had figured that out a long time ago: they were made by burrowing rodents, specifically the ancestors of beaver.</p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">The numerous skeletons of massive sea lizards and remnants of pterosaurs gave rise to the idea of ancient sea serpents and thunder birds. The massive skulls and tusks of ancient mammoths in salt licks and rivers seeded the ideas of massive river monsters. Mammoth femurs, which look remarkably like human femurs, gave rise to the tales of ancient human giants. And yet for many these weren't static things to be observed and left alone. Many tribes felt that these remnants were great medicine and often used as charms and fetishes to give them power or protect them. Little wonder why! Equally interesting is how some were even ingested by those who were sick. Now, I'd known that the Chinese for millennia had ingested dinosaur bones as a medicine, but this was new! In fact, apparently Europeans had ingested them also. Who else has been eating fossils? What's even more remarkable is that they actually work! Evidently the density of calcium and minerals makes them a wonder for boosting the system. Bones and other pieces of the past were used as tools, burnishing pottery, withdrawing poisons, and a host of other usages.</p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">The lore surrounding the fossils is utterly fascinating, and every group had a different history and flavor to them. Unfortunately, this book also highlights how much we <i>could </i>have known, as infinitely more than is recorded here was lost through the wars, famine and just plain unjust treatment and suppression of their myths. For history junkies like me it's like slapping a sunburn. But there's also hope for the future.</p><p style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Now this book isn't for everyone, but if you are someone who follows my humble page here, then you're probably the kind of person who would enjoy it. I can't recommend this book highly enough. It's amazing work and well worth a spot on any bookshelf. </p></div>Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-46941144804893565892020-09-09T11:04:00.000-07:002020-09-09T11:04:58.224-07:00My Stance and My Stand<p>I honestly try to not get too political here, but I feel that it's time to share my own two-bit opinion. </p><p>Now hold onto your butts, cuz these might seem contradictory, but I want to make a greater point which will become clearer as I go along.</p><p>I support black people AND police. I oppose riots and police brutality. I support peaceful protest and civil disobedience, but I also support law and order. I support individual rights and police reform.</p><p>Now at first that might not seem to grand a statement, except I've noticed a nasty pattern in online memes and news stations that put all these things at odds. I'm awfully frustrated with the news and these memes because it makes things a zero sum game. They frame it so that if you support protections for citizens then you HAVE to hate police. But if you support police then you're a racist who wants an oppressive regime. They present the situation as if you care about one group, then you have to be in opposition to the other. I saw a meme the other day that annoyed me because it was manipulative.</p><p>It showed a couple looking at a broken window, commenting how it was so injust for it to be broken, while behind them an officer is kneeling on the neck of a cuffed black man. How is that manipulative you ask? It's showing people care more about property than human life you might say. On it's face, sure. But here's the thing: It's saying that if you care about one thing, then you can't care about the other. I care about BOTH. I want police officers to get the right training and responses so that they can handle a situation appropriately and not unnecessarily harm citizens, and at the same time oppose violent mobs destroying people's lives. </p><p>That's why I'm so frustrated with the media, because they tell people that they can't do both. That's patently false. It's a manipulative game they play. It's all or nothing, black and white, hot or cold, no middle ground, gray area or neutral ground for mutual understanding. In short, these media creeps are dividing us. And if they can divide us and pit us against one another, then they can control us and profit from it. </p><p>The media and politicians seek to divide us. I seek to unite us. These memes and news cycles annoy me because I see them being shared by friends and genuinely good people. I'm not annoyed at these people, I'm annoyed that they're being manipulated into thinking that they have to choose one side or the other. It ticks me off, because the way this manipulation works, I can't say that I want police to protect small businesses from being torched without them thinking that I'm in support of police brutality and that I don't care about George Floyd. </p><p>I'm not letting them set the terms of engagement. Instead, I will set my own: I want to protect as many people as humanly possible, regardless of skin color, orientation, income or religion. We can agree that some police officers are bad. Of course there are. No organization is perfect, some bad people getting in is inevitable. It's a sad reality, but one we have to live with and do our best to sift out the bad apples when they grow on the trees. I personally grew up with lots of officers who just wanted to help people. Heck, for awhile I considered going into Law Enforcement because I wanted to catch bad guys and save regular folks. There's a lot of good men and women in our police departments.</p><p>There's also some who are petty control freaks who desire a badge so that they can push people around and act like a high school jock with a baton and no teacher around. Yep, these creeps do get in and push people around. The solution however isn't to destroy the entire organization, but to weed them out. Law enforcement does need an overhaul in many regards. They need to be demilitarized and get back to the fundamentals of not being brute law enforcement, but of serving and protecting of the citizenry. We need to get them back to being allies of everyday folks, not petty field bureaucrats with tasers</p><p>At the same time, we can't condone mass rioting. There is a difference between civil disobedience, low level law breaking to gain sympathy and attention, and mass riots that turn a town into Escape From New York. They are happening in black neighborhoods, with the businesses, property and lives of black people being absolutely demolished. I saw a video of a black man watching his business go up in smoke. He yelled out at the crowd, on the verge of tears, yelling how he came up from the hood just like they did, demanding how this was going to solve police violence. I almost wept for him. How long had this guy worked, saving, dreaming, and sweating to own a business of his own to live life on his own terms and not be chained to a big business agenda. He was living the American dream, being his own boss, with his own work and goals, and overnight everything was gone.</p><p>Think about that, please. It's just property, some people say. Sure. But I consider respecting someone's property to be respecting them. I don't like touching anything belonging to someone else without asking for permission. I consider it to be respectful to do so. After all, they spent their hard earned money on it, and wanted it, otherwise they wouldn't have bought it. This is called empathy and The Golden Rule. I treat others how I want to be treated. </p><p>I want these riots stopped. Good people are being hurt. What started as peaceful protests were hijacked by communist revolutionaries who want to overthrow the standing order and impose their own. I won't stand for it. I want police to be allowed to do their primary jobs, that of serving and protecting the citizenry. I want these agitators who are beating regular people black and blue arrested and prosecuted. I also want our officers held to a high standard, and to obey the laws that they swear to uphold. If they do something that's not right, I want them tried too.</p><p>You don't have to pick one or the other. There are effectively two factions of Black Lives Matter. One is genuinely concerned with protecting themselves from police brutality and seek reform through peaceful protest and seeking common ground with others. The other, by its own admission, is Marxist and seeks to overthrow and conquer. Frankly, I find them to be Antifa radicals wearing blackface. The peaceful version I support. The other I oppose to my last breath. </p><p>To those who read this, let us find common ground and do that which will benefit us all, instead of fighting over what little divides us imposed by the media and corrupt politicians that seek to profit from our strife. </p>Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-91015367474509694562019-10-14T18:04:00.000-07:002019-10-14T18:04:10.200-07:00Podcasts?Confessional time folks: I've been wondering for a long time if I should do podcasts. I've had complete strangers tell me I should get into radio. Apparently I've got the voice and face for radio, heh. I've been really shy about trying my hand it heavily because it involves me working with programs that I'm entirely unfamiliar with. Me trying to learn new programs is like a neanderthal trying to figure out a Chinese puzzle box. It's confusing, pathetic, and usually ends up with a smashed, smoking, flaming box.<br />
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But I've had a few programs suggested to me, including this one here: <a href="https://screencast-o-matic.com/plans">https://screencast-o-matic.com/plans</a><br />
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Called Screenomatic. Have any of you used this contraption? Is it any good? Can a borderline neo-luddite like myself work it? And do ya'll think I should get into doing podcasts?<br />
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Thoughts and advice would be much appreciated!Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-67865911512441156362019-10-03T20:19:00.000-07:002019-10-03T20:58:22.911-07:00Genndy Tartakovsky's PrimalI just now finished the premiere episode of Genndy Tartakovsky's new series, Primal. For those of you who don't know, Genndy made quite a few of the best known cartoons out there from Dexter's Laboratory, to The Power Puff Girls, and did a great stint with Star Wars: The Clone Wars in a two parter, where his distinctive style stood out dramatically even to my unpracticed eye. His best known creation and one of my all time favorite things ever, Samurai Jack. If you haven't heard of any of these, please look them up. You won't be disappointed.<br />
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Samurai Jack's fifth season seems to have kindled his bloodlust however. That season was nothing short of emotionally brutal, putting our hero through gutwrenching episodes of suicidal hallucinations, self loathing and violence that left me pretty shocked. Yet it was one of the most emotionally packed animated things I'd ever seen, and I awaited each and every new episode with breathless anticipation.<br />
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And now we have Primal, with a caveman put in a setting that seems reminiscent of old caveman movies such as One Million Years BC, When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth and others, where man lives side by side with primitive and vicious beasts. From the first frame I knew it would be a home run, and it hasn't in any way failed in my expectations. In fact, it's matched it entirely.<br />
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Twenty minutes, without a single word of dialogue, I repeatedly found my flesh crawling with goosebumps, deep and primitive emotions roiling within me, and several times my jaw dropped in astonishment at the level of violence I beheld. And considering that I can watch movies like Predator or Robocop without batting an eye should give an indication of just how jaded I am. This really struck me. But it's not gratuitous. It feels appropriate for the setting, where life is always balanced on a knife's edge, everything either killing or being killed, no in between. If any show was ever worthy of the simple title Primal, this is undoubtedly it.<br />
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In fact, it's neck and neck with one of my other favorite movies, Turok: Son of Stone in terms of raw brutality, but even more impressively in quiet themes and imagery. Despite the sheer violence, this one episode is breathtakingly beautiful. Every frame, every movement, absolutely everything oozes with surreal beauty that has to be seen to be believed. And this imagery serves to make dialogue completely unnecessary. Everything is shown through visuals, through expression. Our main character, the caveman, doesn't even have a name, and yet we feel so deeply for him in such a short period of time.<br />
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His physique is not what we're accustomed to for heroes. He's not clean shaven, lean and handsome. No, he's on that border between man and simian with thick tree-trunk like arms, legs and torso, massive canines and oily black unkempt hair. His brow sits over his smoldering eyes like a cliff of granite, lips frequently turned down in a deep frown. While his musculature might not be the vacuum sealed gym jockey we usually get, he's got the build of a hairless gorilla and strength to match. His expressions run a wide gamut, and while most of them are rage or smoldering sullenness, there is such a variety juxtaposed with other expressions that he defies ordinary description. Yet contrasting his brutish behavior and appearance is an wonderfully tender and soulful side to him that surfaces when things are calm. He perhaps doesn't engage in deep thought, he clearly has his internal struggles that radiate out from him that would do the most seasoned actor proud.<br />
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It's a rare talent that Genndy possesses, taking things that are so simple and fleshing them out in such a way that they seem far greater and more powerful than you might guess. In such a short time I find myself wanting to either fight by this caveman's side or give him a comforting hug. And he's just a caveman! It's like Genndy distilled the extreme sides of humanity and boiled them down to their most essential elements: Rage, the will to survive, sorrow, but also love, joy in simple pleasures and innocence. All of these are whittled down to their most base components and injected into this very simple character, somehow managing to make him come across as something entirely new.<br />
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And the dinosaurs! While maybe not based in real species, these are clearly more in the realm of fantasy, they seemingly accomplish the impossible. They are horrifying, bloodthirsty beasts that will snap you in half with blood-crusted jaws if given a tenth of a chance, focused only on satiating their rumbling stomachs, and yet at the same time are real living, breathing and <i>feeling </i>animals with personalities and body language that seems almost more real than real animals. The pain they go through is palpable.<br />
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The animation is nothing short of staggering. At times it's unnaturally static, almost like it's a still image, only very subtle movements and the audio cluing us in to the fact that it's a video that hasn't frozen. But when things move it's imbued with a ferocious momentum that pulls you along like a runaway freight train. The fighting has impact. You can practically feel the sinew and bone being torn asunder. Contrast this with the backgrounds that are beyond gorgeous. I pray that a book is released just with stills and concept art of this world. I would buy it in a heartbeat. The beauty and depth of the environments are simple, and yet feel deep and detailed. I could get lost in these colors and primeval woods. I could just stare at them for hours, letting my minds eye go into journeys through this portals of pen and parchment. It's nothing short of magical. It accomplishes so much in such a short time. The efficiency of this is to be even further admired when one realizes that the calm bits do nothing to kill the pacing. Aficionados of animation far more qualified than myself will find nothing lacking when it comes to analysis and praise.<br />
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With such a simple and perhaps silly premise, Primal already proves to be infinitely better than it has any right to be, and I mean that in the best of ways. Genndy Tartakovsky has somehow been given a few eggs, flower and a stone pot, and from these humble ingredients somehow produced an animated banquet that satiates even the greediest of gluttons, and yet leaves you craving for more.<br />
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Had this been a simple twenty minute movie, it would have already become an all time favorite for me and countless other dinosaur fans. And yet this is to be part of a show! I can't wait to see what comes next. You owe it to yourselves to see it. Set aside half an hour, get some snacks and treat yourself to this spectacle.<br />
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Here's the link: <a href="https://bit.ly/2pFszct">https://bit.ly/2pFszct</a>Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-68801195120380516262019-09-25T22:06:00.001-07:002019-09-25T22:06:16.039-07:00Where Did The Magic Go?Man oh man, I don't know what's going on, but I don't like it. In the last four months I've bashed out ninety thousand words for my rough draft. Ninety thousand! That's four zeroes, and I've got another thirty thousand to go. Now, once I hit 90K I decided to give myself a little break. After all, a lot had been happening what with my family having a major upheaval and myself going through a minor mental breakdown. Who wouldn't crack a bit under that kind of stress?<br />
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But as this month is just slithering by, I've noticed I'm not quite the same. I'm not playing games, watching movies, and most terrifying of all, not really reading! What's going on? I go through depressive spells, sure, but this feels different. Is is part of my age wearing on me? A shift in weather? It's honestly rather frightening to me. I haven't been digging through my massive treasure trove of books, sifting for delicious historical tidbits to fire my imagination. Nor have I been scribbling writing ideas down in my ever bulging notebooks for future stories.<br />
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It's almost as if some of the color has faded from my world, where once all was bright and shining, radiant with life and intrigue. Now it feels bland and tasteless, the colors muted and sounds dull. Nor am I alone, as I've noticed a multitude of friends and family across the country feeling something similar, so it's not just me. I certainly hope that it doesn't last.<br />
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I want to rediscover my excitement again! I want to build epic worlds once more, create fun characters and epic perils for them to face and overcome.<br />
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As a writer, I'm certainly not played out. Nope! I feel instead that I'm steadily getting better. This current story will be like nothing I've ever done before, and the next will be plenty different too. I'm fairly bursting with creative concepts. I'm thinking of delving into fantasy influenced not from traditional Western European mythology, but instead the rich cultural heritage of the East. I've read The Ramayana, the epic tale of Rama, his beloved brother Lakshmana and Rama's dazzling wife Rita who is kidnapped by the King of Lanka and the demon hordes, Ravana! What rich and beautiful tales India possesses, and yet so untapped!<br />
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Or some of the exciting, if explicit, stories of ancient Persia and the Arab territories. After all, Ali Baba and Aladdin had their roots in such stories as Arabian Nights!<br />
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And I've begun working through classical Chinese literature with the epic tale of Journey Into The West with the Monkey King Son Wukong and his escort mission of the holy scriptures across the land. It's a huge story, one that can't be taken in a small sitting, but it is an absolute treasure trove of inspiration and lore, its influence today being profound. Although adding to its charm is, admittedly, just how flawed and foolish Son Wukong is at times! If you've played D&D, some of the antics in these stories will seem familiar!<br />
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African mythology has been, unforgivably to my collector's mindset, underrecorded and exposed, but that's not frakking stopping me from delving into it and pulling out my own take on it too. Blast it, it's amazing and I don't know why more people aren't looking into it! It's like seeing a fountain of bacon and nobody else is even glancing at it. It's madness I tell you, madness! ... What was I walking about again?<br />
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I hope to draw from these rich histories and create new tales. It seems criminal to me that this hasn't been done before! Maybe it's my strange, eccentric nature, but I always found Western European mythology to be kind of stale compared to other mythologies out there.<br />
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Even now I have two ideas, one of possibly a thief in the glittering deserts hearing of a warlord possessing a statue that miraculously produces gold, and his purse lusts after it, but after penetrating inside the warlord's stronghold, things take a turn as he faces a very different situation than what he imagined. Will he fetch a king's ransom in gold? Or will he find that's what his heart is made out of? Okay, yeah, that last part is cheesy enough to repel the French, but I'm too tired to care.<br />
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The other is a deposed African king returning from exile as a child to reclaim his birthright, but his usurper doesn't give him war. No! Instead he offers a deal: If he can complete a series of challenges, he will hand the kingdom over, no need for bloodshed or war. But if he looses, he will instead give up his birthright and serve his usurper. The challenge is accepted, but uh oh! These challenges aren't straightforward at all. In fact, they're meant to be impossible! Instead of muscle and sharpened steel, our hero will have to use a healthy dose of cunning to fulfill these challenges. For example, how is he to get a cow-hide shield with six different colors? No cow ever bore such an elaborate display of colors before! How will he work through that fix? Where there's a will, there's a way!<br />
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Okay deep breath.<br />
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I'm still cracking on stories for Primal Frontier too. I'm working on a short, maybe even a few that I'll bundle into a tiny anthology, that I'll put up for free. Give the audience a taste of what's to come, eh?<br />
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Even stranger, I'm thinking of doing a comedy based on Japanese kaiju films! And yet another, influenced from black and white 50's B movies, and others still jumping out at me! And I'm still working on this first draft of a xenoarchaeology treasure hunt on another planet in this steampunk setting!<br />
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And yet, at the moment, I feel like all the magic has gone out of me. To be blunt, it sucks harder than a starving aquarium catfish. All the energy has fled from me, leaving me this mentally vacant wastrel simply moving from one criminally large bag of M&M's to the next, aimless and feeble.<br />
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I really hope that this is just a mood phase and that it will pass soon. I want to throw myself into my work again, chewing through volumes of literature like they're Skittles, pounding out pages of ideas until my keyboard cries for mercy, and blitzing through games and movies until I'm left craving more of those silly Mill Creek mega movie packs. Yes, I'm a movie masochist with those flicks that won't sell individually even at the dollar store, but at least in those I can imagine making better ones.<br />
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And wow, this has turned out to be a tonally inconsistent mess, I apologize for that, but hopefully you get what I mean. I want to feel that magic again! The magic of building worlds for other to explore and have adventures! Here's hoping I feel it again soon!Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-43514247294538673962019-09-20T14:51:00.000-07:002019-09-20T14:51:42.454-07:00Climate Change Crazy?Climate change stuff is at it again, with people apparently walking out of school and offices out of protest of... um... the climate changing. I guess this is entirely our fault, even if climate change has been a geological and planetary constant? And if they walk out in protest, who is suffering? I mean, I know protests are a popular thing these days, but I can't say I see what they're actually accomplishing. Who do they want to handle this? And more importantly, how?<br />
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Do they really expect the US Government to accomplish anything? They don't really build or accomplish much, instead mostly trying to restrain other things. They aren't efficient. For context on how even the best branch, the military, suffers from bureaucracy and ineptitude, watch Pentagon Wars. It's a great comedy, but actually hits the nail on the head of how budgets explode, projects go on for way longer than they should, and misaligned priorities can sink even the best of projects.<br />
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Anyway, the government is hardly the one you should turn to in order to supposedly solve all the worlds problems. Other people seem to think that the corporations should fix the world, like a bunch of protesters demanding people boycott Amazon until they put out the fires in the actual Amazon rain forest. Now don't get me wrong, I love this green little mud ball we inhabit and I do want things to be preserved, but what makes people think Amazon can fix anything? They're an online store that ships things to people with UPS. They're a big online shopping mall. What in the world makes anyone think they have the capability to put out a giant forest fire? Do they secretly have a battalion of firetrucks and Protugese speaking firefighters I don't know about? Why aren't people demanding that the Brazilian government, y'know, the people actually in charge of the Amazon, do a better job? And since when is it the job of corporations to go into other countries and do the jobs that their own governments are too incompetent to do? Do we really want corporations like Amazon, Microsoft, GM, and others running foreign countries?<br />
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I don't!<br />
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I guess people want them to donate tons of money, which makes some sense. But again, donate money to do what exactly? The mere presence of money accomplishes nothing. It has to be directed efficiently and intelligently to attain a specific goal. The goal from climate change protesters seems to be "Stop climate change!" Um... okay... how? We need distinct and reasonable goals, otherwise we're just driving around in circles burning time and money. Nobody seems to really have a good answer. These same people seem frustrated that billionaires donated money to rebuild Notre Dame, but not fighting forest fires. Well, repairing Notre Dame is a very straightforward objective. We know how it looks, what it should look like, and simply use that money to hire construction workers to make it look how it did before. It's also in the middle of a prosperous country's capital with lots of workers and resources.<br />
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Brazil has a high murder rate, corruption and a lack of infrastructure in the Amazon by the very nature of it being the slagging Amazon. There aren't exactly tons of good roads. There's tons of rivers and tributaries to traverse, which means you can't get firetrucks out there, who are also kinda needed in the towns where people live. I haven't looked into it, but knowing how lots of South America works, there's also probably some bandits and revolutionaries running around who might enjoy taking potshots at government employees. Dumping money into the Brazilian government's lap might not fix anything, because if you've ever looked at our own government, embezzlement is a really popular trade amongst politicians.<br />
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I suppose some people want to minimize our own carbon footprint. I'm still at best suspicious about that, but okay, let's say that all climate change at the moment is solely the responsibility of humanity, and that more carbon dioxide will erode our planet and ecosystems. Well, the West is doing all that it can reasonably expected to do, besides sinking our entire industry system. You know who isn't pulling their weight? The Chinese. They are a communist government possibly subscribing to Lysenkoism who give exactly zero point zero craps about their environment. Don't believe me? They literally invented a giant ocean blender to chop up huge schools of jellyfish that were clogging the propellers on their aircraft carriers, turning them into slurry and any other oceanic life that had the poor luck to get in the way of the GI Joe level death boat. Military might is more important to them than the environment.<br />
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It doesn't matter how much the Western world cuts back on carbon emissions, we'll never make a big enough dent in it to counter the Chinese and them spewing out pollution into the air.<br />
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Well Mister Smarty Farty Cowboy, what's your solution? Glad you asked! In fact, it's a lot easier than you suspect. Plant more sodding trees. You don't need trillions of dollars, government or corporate help, or even basic competence to plant trees. In fact, there's been multiple groups that have been planting millions of trees in very short time frames. People in India supposedly planted some 50 million in one day! Even if the real number is a tenth of that, since the number might skew, that's an impressive haul for just one day's work! Ethiopia boasts that they planted 350 million trees in twelve hours, done almost exclusively by volunteers.<br />
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According to a brief Google search, an average tree planter in British Columbia can plant 1,400 trees in a day, while an experienced hand can plant 4,000. Not bad!<br />
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I've seen other record numbers of people planting millions of trees in just one day. So why should we wait on the fat fed and greedy corporations to make the world green again? You don't need them! Imagine what us Westerners could do if we just took a week off, grabbed a bunch of shovels and planted some new groves. Trees will fight erosion, soak up all those nasty pollutants, and gives homes to our wildlife! And all we have to do is plant them! If people in India and other countries can do it, why can't you? In fact, in another article I wrote, it was found that dumping orange peels on the ground stimulated soil and plant growth like magic! So, buy a crapload of oranges, save those peels after juicing the fruit, and spread that crap all over your new groves. Or heck, gather together money and buy the peels that the orange juice folks in Florida throw out as garbage and use those as mulch. Put that stuff to work!<br />
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So get together eco warriors! Take a week off of work every few months, save a hundred dollars each, gather orange peels, then get out there and plant a few thousand trees a week! No need to protest. No need to howl at soulless corporate executives. No need to yell at regular people just trying to make ends meet. Just plant trees and the rest will work out.Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-50592741535228555212019-09-11T08:57:00.001-07:002019-09-11T08:57:42.411-07:00Sorrow and Joy<div class="" data-block="true" data-editor="3oka2" data-offset-key="3hjdc-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span data-offset-key="7gqr5-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;">So this day is one in which we must remember that we must be cautious in this dangerous world, to remember those who died from evil, but also to cherish the new life that comes into it. Every day new beautiful human beings are born, free from malice or prejudice. Innocent. They are true treasures. While we should try our best to make this world good for them, we must also take heart in knowing that they are good for the world, and each has potential we can't even dream of. </span></div>
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Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-39008844035073273402019-09-10T12:06:00.002-07:002019-09-10T22:17:56.189-07:00Ray Harryhausen: The Lost Movies Book<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I consider myself to be reasonably responsible with my admittedly limited funds. I rarely go out to dinner or buy new clothing, instead doing my best to tough out rough conditions with a stiff upper lip and save my precious pennies. But then something like this comes along, and my willpower flees from me like a falcon let loose from its cage. It doesn't matter the cost. What is one less meal a day if I can feast upon a literary delight such as this?<br />
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While today it is cold and drizzling outside, I'm oblivious to the chilly wind or dripping rain. Instead I'm treading worlds long forgotten, peering into the mind and imagination of one of my greatest heroes and storytellers, Ray Harryhausen. Like a brand on a cow's flank, his works left an irremovable impression upon my mind and countless others. I could list his exploits for days! Jason and the Argonauts, The Golden Voyage of Sinbad and one of my personal favorites, Valley of Gwangi, which inspired my own writings.<br />
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And yet as I've recently delved into the cemetery of unrealized movies, my eyes are opened with wonder at just how many things were on the drafting board but never made it to the screen! Before acquiring this print I've been going into Kong Unmade, a painstaking labor of love of ALL the Kong movies in their various forms, good and bad, and I'm astounded at the variety of stories that never got made.<br />
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And now as I sit with this book in my lap, basking in the glow of my computer screen and rain pattering outside, I'm again finding myself setting foot into other worlds which were never made. I feel almost as if I'm looking back into the cinematic fossil record, seeing creatures and worlds of pencil and paper, rubber and steel, almost given fledgling life by storytellers of yore, almost completely forgotten by the modern world. And yet, now, I am engaging in a wonderful journey through time and space, whether cinematic paleontology or archaeology is your guess, and am beholding a treasure trove of knowledge that may not have reached us until now, plumbed from old texts and basements of office filing cabinets and storage rooms of Hollywood.<br />
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I leave you now, dear readers, and hope that you too can at some point look upon this treasure of paper and ink, and be touched with at least a fraction of the wonder it holds for me!Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-56613290323726180092019-08-03T11:18:00.001-07:002019-08-03T11:18:53.435-07:00Eskimo MarksmanshipWhen one hears of the Eskimos of Greenland, one normally doesn't think of expert shooters. I certainly didn't, until I happened across the great recordings of Norwegian explorer Fridtjof Nansen, who in 1888 embarked on a journey across the inland ice of Greenland from East to West on skis and sleds with a small party of compatriots. Nansen proved to be a most practical and observant man, and remarkably for the time most open minded and tolerant of and even showing open admiration for those not of European lineage or culture.<br />
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His journey was considered by most of his fellow Europeans to be a suicidal endeavor, but lo and behold, he and his companions successfully made the traverse, but not quite in time to make the ship that was to initially take them home for the winter. They were just a tad too late, and were forced to winter in Godthaab, a small but wonderfully welcoming settlement for both European and Eskimo alike, and, seeing themselves with little else to do, amused themselves by learning to kayak and understand better the Eskimo methods of hunting and fishing.<br />
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It is here that Nansen beheld with wonder some of the capabilities of the Eskimo natives. Although he had encountered some on the Eastern coast, they had little, if any, experience with the strange Europeans and communication was impossible. Those in Godthaab however were wonderfully acclimated to Europeans and coexisted most favorably.<br />
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Now, as anyone who has ever set foot in a kayak will know, they are very temperamental and easily upset, and proved much more difficult for Nansen and his compatriots to master especially when considered that they were in the icy waters of Greenland, icy floes drifting past and at times threatening to crush their tiny craft. They of course proved to be very amusing initially to their new friends, floundering and struggling to master the kayak, which only increased Nansen's estimation of them when he saw how easily they handled them.<br />
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In his book, The First Crossing of Greenland, he comments "The Eskimo 'kayaks' were, of course, a great attraction to us strangers, and as soon as possible I possessed myself of one. The necessary balance in this narrow, crank little vessel is very difficult for a beginner to acquire. One feels as if he were swinging on a knife-edge, and it is very necessary, so to speak, to keep your hair parted well in the middle. Yet when one sees the Eskimo dancing like sea-birds on the crests of the waves the whole performance seems simply child's play."<br />
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In time however Nansen got the hang of it and took great relish in following the Eskimos on their water excursions, and it was here they he was positively flabbergasted by their marksmanship.<br />
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Nansen recites "There are not many seal about in the winter, so it does not pay to go after them for mere amusement. We found the birds better worth our attention, and the flight-shooting of the eider-duck was especially attractive. In the earlier part of the winter this generally goes on in the evenings, when the duck come flying in large or small flocks along the shore on their way into the fjords. The 'kayaks' are drawn up in a line, especially just off the promontories. It was quite exciting work to lie there in wait for the duck, and reminded me of the flight-shooting at home when the woodcock come back in the spring. One's eyes are turned southwards, whence the duck should come.<br />
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"Suddenly you see the man in the furthest canoe stoop forward and paddle away as hard as he can go, while the rest of the line meanwhile dress up to him. Then he stops, there is a moment's waiting, and then come a flash and a report, which are taken up by the next, and so follow down the line. You see a dark mass to the south of you silently skimming the water. You bring your canoe up a bit to get better into range; you put your paddle in under its strap and get your gun ready.<br />
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"By this time you can distinguish every bird. Just as they sweep by you, you let fly into the thickest part of the flock, and if you are lucky you get a couple or more to your shot. Then you load again, gather up your birds, and wait for the next flight. So you pon [?] till it is dark, the line of 'kayaks' shifting backwards and forwards just as the duck happen to fly close to or further from the shore.<br />
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"This shooting needs a considerable amount of skill, for the duck fly strongly, and a good command of your canoe is necessary if you are to keep within range and shoot tolerably straight. Many of the natives are amazingly good hands at it. The quickness with which they bring the canoe up to the point, secure the paddle, and get the gun to the shoulder, as well as the accuracy of their aim, even if they have only one bird to cover, is enough to secure the admiration of the best of shots, especially as the little boats in which they sit are the whole time bobbing up and down upon the waves."<br />
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This can be considered nothing short of masterful shooting! To those who happen to be unfamiliar with shooting in its forms, stability is but one of the many keys of marksman ship. The position you take, they way you stroke the trigger, even your breathing and heartbeat can throw off a shot completely. And that's on solid ground! Even shotgunning, which fires a cluster of small pellets that can cover a wide area, requires swift reflexes and a durable shoulder. Now imagine performing this in a kayak while ice flows and swells toss your tiny craft willy nilly, back and forth, while also trying to not upset yourself. The expertise required not just in shooting but in boating quickly makes itself vividly evident.<br />
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And yet Nansen found even more of these magnificent feats among these people who he admits without reservation he became extremely fond of and held in the highest regard.<br />
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To quote "The sport I cultivate most here is eider-duck shooting. One of the best places is a small group of islands known as Imerigsok. Far out on the sea side of these birds are especially abundant, but here there is always a swell and the current runs fast, so that for a new hand the shooting is difficult. But on the whole it is the best form of sport that I have had yet in the 'kayak.' Here the method is different from that practiced in Godthaab, as we paddle about to find our duck. When you catch sight of them you work well off to the windward before you bear down on them. As a rule you cannot get very close in, but as they must rise against the wind they are generally forced to fly by you within shooting range.<br />
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"But the thing is to get your canoe into the right position to give you a shot. As the 'kayak' does not give one much turning room, a man who does not shoot from his left shoulder cannot cover his right side, but must be content with the straight ahead or left side shots. So, as the duck rise, and you see which direction they are going to take, you swing the canoe round if necessary, fix the paddle, slip off your right mitten off, fetch out the gun and bring it to your shoulder; but if you are to have any chance of dropping your bird this must all be done in an instant. And if there is any sea running you must be so thoroughly at home in the canoe that you can handle your gun with as much certainty as if you were ashore, to say nothing of keeping your balance at the moment of firing.<br />
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"Many of the Kangek men are masters at all this, and I have seen them, in a heavy sea, bring their half-score of birds down without a miss. Now and then I have met out at sea a man of the name of Pedersuak-that is to say, "the great Peter- and we have generally gone on in company. Sometimes we have tried our skill together, but as he is an excellent shot at these birds I have come off second best, much to his amusement and satisfaction.<br />
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"One day when we were together two duck came sweeping by us down the wind. They were out of range for me, but were making for Pedersuak. I shouted to him and he saw them but quietly let them pass him. I could not understand what he meant, but presently he raised his gun and brought both down. He explained to me afterwards that he had only waited to get them in line before he fired. I thought it was simply a fluke, but we had not paddled far before two more duck came by, and still better within my companion's reach. He fixed his paddle and held his gun ready, but did not fire. Then, when they were a long way past, the report came and both birds fell. I have often witnessed this performance, and have even see three birds brought down at one shot in the same way."<br />
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Skeet and bird shooters beware of envy! Again, to those uninitiated, hitting one fast moving target with both feet planted firmly on the ground with a scattergun is good. To hit two with one shot while on the water, or even three, is absolutely spectacular! And if this weren't enough, these men weren't armed with modern shotguns. They had muzzle loaders! Muzzle loaders, which have free powder and shot, are notoriously and laboriously hard to load. One must pour free powder down the muzzle, get the bullet and patch, ram them both down the barrel, replace the ramrod which can be bloody long and cumbersome, and then place finer powder in the flash pan mounted on the side. If you're lucky, you have one with caps. Legendary is this process. And that's on land. And they can easily be disabled if the powder gets wet from rain. Now, contemplate loading in this manner on the ocean and keeping your powder dry!<br />
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"These folk have only muzzle-loaders, but they use heavy charges, and shoot at what we should call absurdly long distances. I have often been out with them and have let birds pass me as being out of range, while an Eskimo by my side has not hesitated to fire, and has, moreover, brought off his shot. The loading of these guns when the sea is breaking over the 'kayak' is not easy. The natives put the butt of the gun forward on the canoe, and hold the muzzle against the face, or rest it on the shoulder, while they take out powder, cap, and wadding, which they always carry in t heir caps to keep them dry. In this way they manage to load in almost any sea without getting water down the barrel. There is a special bag to contain the gun in front, so that it is always at hand."<br />
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I can only imagine the number of hours practicing and perfecting this method of hunting and boating requires. I can also imagine how many broken paddles, lost guns, and time spent repenting of excessive swearing modern shooters would accumulate trying to mimic this style. I imagine gun insurance would go up by a very distinct margin, followed by house-wives unloading fusillades in an attempt to drill some sense into the heads of their overzealous husbands and sons. And yet, these wonderful Eskimos had yet another trick up their sleeves to impress Nansen.<br />
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"Another way of getting these birds, which is really better sport still, (I'll bet!) is spearing them with the dart; but it is exceedingly difficult, and needs a great deal of practice. Here, again, the Kangek people are supreme. It is truly delightful to see the darts fly from the throwing-stick as if they were shot from a bow, and birds hit from the same distance at which one would fire with a gun if they were lying on the water. I understand that birds are even killed flying in t his way. It is the auk especially that they use their darts upon, and in November and December, when these birds are most plentiful, though they have no more than one or two of these little weapons lying before them on the 'kayak," they come home often with a bag of sixty or seventy. This is more than one can get with a gun, which frightens the birds a long way round, while by the dart only the very nearest are disturbed.<br />
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"While I have been here this sport has not been very good, as the birds are said to be shyer now the sun has got so high. Yet the men will bring home twenty, which have been killed in the course of the morning, all by the strength of the arm and an instrument made from wood and bone. Where, then, are the great advantages which our firearms were to bring these people? The advances of civilization are not always so huge as we are often ready to imagine them."<br />
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Indeed, it seems impossible to hold this level of skill from these people in too high esteem. Truthfully, before reading this book, I hadn't the faintest clue to the hunting prowess of the natives of Greenland. This knowledge however has utterly thrilled me to my core and I'm beyond delighted to have learned of these wonderful techniques and hunters!<br />
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I highly recommend delving into the book The First Crossing of Greenland, not just for these feats of marksmanship, although that alone makes it worth reading, but to learn of the many other things encountered during their trek and the many things they learned of the Eskimos, the trials endured from their journey, and the delights that came from them.<br />
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If you enjoyed reading of this half as much as I did, I will consider this time and article well spent!Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-59228179836385017942019-06-12T12:37:00.001-07:002019-06-12T12:37:23.953-07:00Overall and Writing UpdateYeah, sorry folks, I've been super quiet lately for a multitude of reasons. First of course is laziness, let's get that out of the gate. I'm sorry, but wow life has been crazy and I've dealt with several consecutive bouts of depression, which haven't been fun at all. Each lasted roughly a month. Sigh.<br />
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Secondly, I just haven't felt all that interested in blogging. Not many subjects have been of interest, and I'm floundering trying to think of things you guys would enjoy hearing about. It's always hard for me to measure people without comments.<br />
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Anyway! I feel like crap cuz I've gone a year and a half now without having released a book. For all three of my fans, I do truly apologize. However, I haven't been idle. On the contrary, I have in fact been doing insane levels of research and have in fact been working on two stories at once. One is another Primal Frontier story, the other is another novel set in a steampunk alien world. I've finally dubbed it The Pariah Chronicles, following the story of an airship crew as they go on weird adventures on an entire <i>PLANET</i> that I've been working on. Jeez, I can't make things easy on myself, can I? First series I invent a continent, and now a planet from the ground up.<br />
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Now, here's part of the problem with how that whole novel has been: It's been a HUGE jump in style. I'm now writing an entire crew, around seven people, all of whom have varied personalities and backstories with unique voices, and that's really been stretching my skills. I've never had a cast that big before, so it's been a challenge learning how to juggle that many characters and channel that many voices, which scenes to use them in and how. On one hand this is a very big and powerful learning experience. I'm learning new skills for my writing toolbox and having fun doing so. But it's also a work in progress which requires lots of fine tuning.<br />
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Second problem was plotting. I'm terrible at it. I actually spent seven dod gamn months last year, trying to plot this story out to the last detail. And failed miserably. It was an incoherent mess that required two fellow friends and writers to convince me was beyond salvaging and I had to start over. Reluctantly, I agreed that I indeed have to do this. So, almost a whole year wasted. I wasn't terribly happy about that. I then tried a new tactic, which I've called "Screw it, Imma just wing it" and started just bashing out words without any course or direction. Surprisingly this worked quite well, and managed to find unique character voices and had fun doing so. I found another plotline and tried following that. But again, I found that it had internal problems and was again forced to start over.<br />
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So I'm now a year and six months in, and now I'm trying to prepare myself for my third startup. However, this one I think will be far better than my other two. It's more natural, still exciting, and I can do the things that I enjoy without shoe-horning them in.<br />
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As a rough synopsis, a pair of xenoarchaeologists have hired on a renegade airship captain and her crew to engage in a race against time to document, collect and rescue as many extinct alien artifacts and architecture as they can before a massive war breaks out between multiple powers. Many of the research zones are right in the path of the conflict, and with how the heavy artillery and treasure hunters treat things, they have to move fast before these rare artifacts are stolen or pounded into dust under the teeth of heavy artillery and rockets. But they aren't the only ones in this race. There are other treasure hunters, techno cults, pirates, privateers, and corrupt military commanders who all want a slice of this lucrative action, so our heroes will have to be smart, daring and darned lucky to come out of it with a full hold and their arses intact.<br />
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And yeah, I'm going to throw all sorts of weird arse technology and weapons into this setting, you have no idea. It'll be a setting where you can't swing a dead cat without hitting a mad scientist or someone connected with a doomsday weapon. But those will come in future stories! After I get this kidney stone of a story finally out and I can flow freely once again.<br />
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On another positive note however, I've pushed my writing speed even further, to the point where on a day off I can actually hit five thousand words! So making ten to fifteen thousand words a week, which is now reasonably achievable, is a gigantic increase in pace that can help me to get a rough draft out in one to three months, instead of six or more. I actually managed to achieve sixty thousand for my last draft, before I realized it wasn't working. But fret not! I'm not killing that one. On the contrary, it's very salvageable, but for a later story. So it hasn't been a complete loss.<br />
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For now my goals are to give my brain a wee break, then sit down to work and get these two stories done. This upcoming Primal Frontier story, Heart of the Hunter, will be a shorter story, and will actually be for free. Give possible customers a taste of what I have to offer, ya dig? Even so this one has a lot of my heart in it, and it will be very different from the others I have written. With luck I'll have it done and published before the year is out. As for The Pariah Chronicles, I'm going to get details and stuff hashed out, and hopefully get a rough draft done within the year, and finally get it published by next year.<br />
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So I'd like to thank all of you who have stayed with me through this journey of confusion and silence, and hope that you will be satisfied with what I have coming up in the near future. Hopefully next week I can produce another blog article too about some interesting hunting chaps from Greenland. Until then, take care!Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-82427112903112535682019-03-08T19:22:00.000-08:002019-03-08T19:22:06.414-08:00You Crossed The LineOh boy. PETA did a number this time. I have no love for PETA on their best day. I find them to be extremely judgmental, unrealistic and hypocritical. I'm pretty used to that from them and have come to expect to see them yelling at people for eating meat while at the same time they execute another dog without a home. They're like Planned Parenthood for animals, and yet they claim to have the moral high ground.<br />
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But then they had to fire shots at one of the most legendary men that has ever walked this Earth, Steve Irwin. He was one of my childhood heroes. That man was one of the most passionate and dicey guys that ever sucked wind. Day in and day out he went into hand to hand with the most dangerous animals on the planet, rescuing them, teaching people, and just plain having fun with a good wrestle. The man dedicated his entire life to wildlife.<br />
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His death was tragic, and not in the usual obligatory news way of tragedy when someone dies. No, him dying was like losing a part of our entire planetary culture. I know that sounds hyperbolic, but I honestly believe that.<br />
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And now, because of Google putting up a cute drawing of him on their banner on this legend's birthday, PETA, presumably tired of smothering puppies, decided they needed to attack someone and focused on that. Yes PETA, attack on the man who saved more animals on a weekend than you've saved throughout your entire existence as an organization. Attack the man who dedicated his entire life to helping both man and beast, while being an absolute beast himself. Attack the man who became a living legend and died doing what he loved. Attack the man who was one in a billion, who lived the way most children dream of living in their wildest flights of fancy. Attack the man who was a hundred times more epic than you on his worst day.<br />
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PETA, you have no honor, and no room to criticize. And I honestly believe that they attacked him to compensate for their own profound shortcomings. He accomplished more than they can ever fathom, and they hate him for that. Maybe I'm just giving them the attention that they want. I don't care. I'm going to defend my childhood hero.<br />
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Sigh. Please forgive me if this was more aggressive than my usual posts. But this struck a nerve. I have no patience or respect for PETA. Instead I'll try to end this on a positive note. Steve Irwin has passed on, but he has left a legacy that no one can tarnish. The world is a lesser place without him, and I still miss him. But he still serves as an epic example.Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-43748559882098078312018-12-05T13:13:00.002-08:002018-12-05T13:13:28.627-08:00For Airship and Steampunk FansIf you take even a casual interest in the history and usage of dirigibles you will inevitably come across cargo loads of information that is oft repeated, and necessarily so as they are rather important tidbits. The dangers of hydrogen, the luxury of smooth sky sailing and the different structure types. But when one wishes to write fiction on such a subject one requires much more of the nitty gritty details with are far more likely to be omitted or simply not casually known.<br />
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As I've been studying for the production of my own steampunk, which has been kicking my scrawny tail for some time now, I accidentally came across a site that has swiftly proven to be an invaluable resource for those lesser known details. Ever wanted to know how airships were moored? Kind of a big deal! What about how they were operated and landed? How they calculated their speed? A hundred little pieces of information that I'd been craving for but had up until now found rather evasive has at last been discovered!<br />
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You can be sure I will be taking notes and reading this from top to bottom, not just from the desire to write good fiction, but for the sheer craving of remote knowledge. I hope that some of you will find use for it also.<br />
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So yeah, if you're interested in Weird West, Dinopunk or horror, go ahead and check out my writing. If you like it and think someone else might be interested, please share it. Seriously, it does help. Word of mouth from friends is the best thing for sales. I'll take an endorsement from someone I know and trust over a bland add on Youtube any day.<br />
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Anyway, give a look if you're interested, but more importantly have a great Thanksgiving with friends and family, and be safe on Black Friday. Hopefully I myself won't be trampled under the heel of thousands of overeager shoppers. It's my first year working retail, and I'm admittedly nervous with all I've heard of these human stampedes. I'm tempted to defend myself with a high voltage cattle prod, a makeshift shield and a pair of cans of bear spray to hold back the tide. And no, I'm not working at Walmart. I'm at an outdoors and farming place. But I'm trading volume of people for tough as leather farmers, hunters and ranchers. Hopefully I will survive. Anyway, take care everyone!<br />
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Well, I'm fixing that now. The Cowboy and Dinosaur art of Shaun Keenan is some of the best of this micro-genre that I have ever seen. Take a glimpse of this tiny sample.<br />
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Just look at that. The rough yet beautifully honed rustic style with hints of the fantastic. It's stylized, but not grossly exaggerated. Nor does it have the super sleek anime vibe that has infected lots of art today. Nope! This is gritty. You can almost feel the trail dust on your tongue. Just the way I like it! And that's just the tip of the iceburg. He did an entire kickstarter for a hardback book chalk full of this theme. Well over two hundred pages. Before I knew what I was doing, my pledge was made and I awaited the day of delivery like an impatient child counting down the minutes to Christmas morning.<br />
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Yeah, I effectively regressed and lost all semblance of patience during those long months, eagerly checking my email and mailbox for any word of my expectant delivery. And at last, long after I expected it, I found it! Awaiting me on my apartment table. A humble brown package. Unassuming. So mundane. And yet within was a treasure beyond price! (To me)<br />
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I squealed like a young girl, snatched the parcel and ran to my room, eagerly tearing the packaging away and behold! A visual feast for my famished eyes! True, I saw many of these images already online, but to have them in my hands? In solid paper? And signed by the brilliant artist no less? Nirvana. Sheer nirvana. I poured page after page, drinking in the glorious scenery and painstaking detail. My delight was that of a child as my imagination was given physical form. Oh how each had its own soul and story to tell!<br />
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Please forgive my gushing, but wow, I don't see this everyday. For one as delighted with prehistoric saurians and the Old West, this felt like a Godsend.<br />
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I heartily encourage you all to take a look at his page and his magnificent art! And if you somehow can, grab a copy of the hardback.<br />
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Please do yourself a favor and have a look. <a href="https://shaunkeenan.com/index.html">https://shaunkeenan.com/index.html</a>Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-49758231770039976462018-10-22T21:24:00.000-07:002018-10-22T21:24:49.618-07:00Dino Beasts Comic Well folks, I stumbled across something very... interesting today. I like dinosaurs, and I like pulp adventure. The two have been combined often of course, part of why I like them so much. But I've never actually seen the characters as dinosaurs themselves! It's called Dino Beasts. A bit generic, but not misleading. I admit, seeing anthropomorphic dinosaurs and other critters engaging in an epic journey across a strange and alien land with swords and sabers clashing is a pretty awesome concept and although this comic is new, it seems decent so far.<br />
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I've seen a few things somewhat similar, one was a dino mil-scifi and the other was Adventures in Dinosaur City.<br />
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Wow, typing that last one out kinda made me feel something akin to shame. So for now I'm just going to pretend this is the first I've seen of this.<br />
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Go ahead and give it a look. The art style has some soul to it, and the landscapes are awesome. You can find it for free online here: <a href="https://dinobeasts.com/">https://dinobeasts.com/</a>Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-29553185756578849002018-10-15T17:08:00.000-07:002018-10-15T17:08:25.516-07:00Blog pic tips?Okay, I've been trying my best to ignore this elephant in the room, but the white border on whatever picture I upload on my blog is starting to bother me, and it makes me look like I'm doing a crappy scrapbook. But I'm also tech illiterate. I'm more like a caveman with an antelope femur smacking the keyboard when it comes to software problems, or what have you.<br />
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So, for those of you who can digitally tie their shoelaces, any tips for solving this? I'm sure it's something simple, but it is far beyond my ken. Any help would be greatly appreciated. I want my blog to look halfway decent and not like Baby's First Blog.<br />
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Thanks in advance!Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-69758069102292383132018-10-15T17:03:00.000-07:002018-10-15T17:04:58.957-07:00EV Miniature CoolnessStumbled across this on FB. Very cool little crafts!<br />
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<br /><br />I probably can't afford any of this stuff, but man, I can dream. I love this sort of talent and creativity. Check out this creator's stuff here: <a href="https://www.erickav.com/">https://www.erickav.com/</a><br />
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Also, no, I wasn't asked to talk about this stuff if any of you are wondering. I just want to spread the word of good stuff. :)Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-69814221391644542662018-10-14T19:09:00.001-07:002018-10-14T19:09:30.766-07:00Diving Into La Brea Tar Pits!?Now this is something special. The La Brea Tar Pits have long been known for housing all sorts of paleontological goodies, and it's not unreasonable to think that other stuff is in there. It's been around for a good while. All sorts of junk is probably hiding down there. Which of course makes it a convenient spot for folks of less charitable nature to dispose of incriminating evidence. But evidently the Devil's Swimmingpool isn't enough to stop the LAPD from sending someone in with a swimsuit and goggles to try and recover some of that evidence!<br />
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Here we have a brief description from the diver of what it was like down there. He isn't as detailed as I like, but honestly, if I were in his shoes, I wouldn't want to remember any of that. Going into a pit of goo known for having held and killed mammoths and heaven know's what else doesn't inspire confidence. It has to be one of the most claustrophobic things imaginable this side of being crammed into a shotgun press. Whatever they paid this guy, it wasn't enough.<br />
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Hats off to Sergeant David Mascerenas of the LAPD!<br />
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Which brings us to The Fly, with the infamous line, delivered with that eerie high pitched voice, "Help me! Help meee!"<br />
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Don't worry, the place is clean! Otherwise I wouldn't even be bringing it up. So if you haven't seen it, you owe it to yourself. And hey, even if you don't like horror, you've still got Vincent Price in here to add some class.Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-65615958537809172852018-10-08T22:40:00.000-07:002018-10-08T22:40:09.410-07:00How to break your Dungeon MasterFew things can frustrate a Dungeon Master more than when he or she knows you're very intelligent, but you choose not to actually use said intelligence. Don't get me wrong, it's wise to not upset your DM or your party, since it's remarkably easy to fix a problem player by virtue of falling rocks if he's unimaginative, or far worse if he has a good imagination. But now and then if the DM is giving you a hard time, there is much you can do to cause chaos, and the best part is, it doesn't even have to be in game!<br />
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Case in point, my last session. Everyone knows I'm smarter than I sometimes let on. But I need to cut loose now and then during D&D and actually feel the sensation of joy in the void that is my life. I'm afraid I'm a bit of a sadist when it comes to playing the idiot, which I am remarkably skilled at.<br />
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We hit a minor lull in the session, and I sit for a time with patience, but it swiftly runs out and I need to devise some means of staving off boredom. I glance up at the wall and narrow my eyes at something suspiciously.<br />
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"That clock is really slow," I murmur thoughtfully.<br />
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"It's about 9:30," my party member next to me informs me.<br />
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"Oh, I know. But that clock, up there. It's way behind. Just look." I gesture up at the wall. All heads swivel where I point, no doubt confused since there wasn't a clock there.<br />
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"Cowboy, that's the thermostat!" the DM declares, sanity straining like over-taut piano wires.<br />
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"Oh, that explains it!" I cackle gleefully.<br />
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He and fellow party members all simultaneously facepalm in delicious despair for what felt like a full minute, not daring to look upon me whilst I sit there smiling impishly.<br />
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"Why do you hurt me?" the DM asks, his tone betraying his utter despair.<br />
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Now, lest you think I was out of line, I paid dearly for this sanity insubordination. Fun fact, being the scrawny wood elf in water combat and getting into a wrestling match with a shambling mound does not build confidence. It only makes you wonder how fast you can print off a new character sheet.Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-25633973454966431122018-10-03T12:31:00.000-07:002018-10-03T12:31:06.896-07:00An Empty House Full of AdventureThis might sound profoundly strange to anyone reading this, but one of my happiest memories in my entire life took place in an almost completely empty house. No couches. No beds. No nightstands. No bookshelves. Nada. All we really had there was a working refrigerator and washing machine. Probably a dryer too, but that's besides the point. Now, you'll be wondering, and quite reasonably so, why a month or two in a place like this would spawn such fondness in my memory.<br />
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Well, it was moving time for my family. We were moving from our old house to our new house, and during that time we rented this small, quaint place with thick brown carpet that could swallow a quarter, you know the kind I mean, and I vaguely recall dark walls. Almost everything we owned was stowed away in cardboard boxes inside of moving trucks. The only things we managed to have with us there was a TV, a VHS player and some sleeping bags. But instead of it being a boring and vacant place, for my childish mind it was an open canvas. There was no school for us, so it was our small budding family in this little place. But that's really all we needed.<br />
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My parents had purchased all three Indiana Jones movies and a few toy plastic pistols, I distinctly remember them being a German Luger and classic 1911 fittingly enough, and that alone was to fire the imaginations of my brother and myself. See, without any furniture, there was almost nothing for us to worry about breaking in any of the rooms. So we ran back and forth, shouting, mimicking gun noises and stabbing our pistols at each other, then rocking as imaginary bullets tore through us, gagging as we fell to the ground. Sometimes we'd team up and take down entire platoons of enemy bad guys! Poor little brother, his body count rarely exceeded fifty in a single engagement. I had to do all the heavy lifting!<br />
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Good old Indy! Square jawed, charismatic, charming, armed with his hissing whip, pistol, knuckles of cast iron and most importantly, his hat, he was everything I wanted to be as a sprog. Getting into fights with bad guys, escaping dangerous traps, going to exotic locations and finding epic treasures. All perfect things for a young boy! Although it wasn't until I got older that I understood how women fit into the daydreams. Perhaps it was for the best that I was blissfully ignorant of what happened off the screen in those stories!<br />
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Night and day we would binge watch these and other movies while gorging on junk food. And my mom, dad and little sister were always around too. I can't recall too well, but I don't believe my dad had work at that time. Maybe he did, but it didn't feel like he had to go off to work. So he was with us there too. He and mom would spend time together peacefully, telling us to quiet down a little if we were killing too many Nazi's and to share our guns and stuff of that nature. In our defense, even back then we were American to our core and preferred the 1911 to the Luger. The latter was a clunky weapon with a poor trigger. Then again, maybe Matel hadn't polished the plastic squirt gun trigger correctly.<br />
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Nevertheless, it was amazingly peaceful having everyone around together, camping out in the living room together. I recall this also being the first time I was exposed to caffeine. That special stuff that keeps you from sleeping now matter how tired you are. Poor kid though I was! I didn't realize the sodas I was chugging like a child dying of thirst would curse me that night with the inability to get even a single wink! Insomnia in a can, truly!<br />
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Ahhhh but the joys didn't stop there! When my brother and I winded ourselves from constant combat, my mom introduced us to those quaint movies that women love so much, musicals. My dad was the outdoorsman and iron worker in the clan and taught my brother and I how to be tough and self reliant, but my mom kindled in me the love of softer and finer things in life, higher culture in the form of nuanced songs, music, dance choreography and romance. Honestly, even now my occasional craving for a decent musical movie is the result of her sowing the seeds during that small period. That was the first time I watched Singing In The Rain with the hilarious high pitched voice of the villainess, Lina L'Amont. The voices being knocked out of sync for the premier of the new sound picture in the movie forever burned itself into my memory and I suspect greatly influenced my sense of humor.<br />
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Ahhh and what's more, one of my favorite movies of all time, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers was introduced to me in that fine little den! Laying on my stomach so I was level with the screen, my mom drew me in with the big fist fight at the barn raising. What a glorious battle! Big red-headed men in colorful shirts trading blows with loud pops against all the stuffy bad guys in the black and brown shirts, bashing in walls and cracking beams as if they were made of balsa wood! What great men they were! Taking on three times their number and triumphing brilliantly! So great was their prowess in fisticuffs that they literally broke down the barn they had almost finished raising!<br />
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Well, that's what she used to lure me in. As an adult I can far better appreciate the other aspects of the movie besides strong men bashing each other in the face. Those seven fellas had voices that made angels weep with envy and choreography that leaves me spellbound. Truly a classic that I cherish watching even now. If I watch it at night with the lights low and tune out all the other extravagances I've surrounded myself with, I feel myself being pulled back to that empty little house and those fun evenings.<br />
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The Sound of Music never quite rubbed off on me though. Not sure why, but my mom could never get me to drink the Kool Aid on that one.<br />
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There were a hundred smaller adventures in that little place. My memory is terribly fuzzy about it now, which makes me sad, but the warmth and joy of that time is still with me. Good movies, fun with family, eating popsicles for all meals like a barbarian, all rolled up into the course of maybe a month. Only a drop in the pond for even my comparatively short life, but it's one of the sweetest memories I have. I miss those simple times. But I'm glad I got to enjoy it then and remember it now. Hopefully, with some luck and effort, I can relive it with some kids of my own. All I need is a small place, some movies, a few family members and imagination.Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4115087180770024407.post-69229697660403309722018-10-02T18:42:00.002-07:002018-10-02T18:42:25.188-07:00Halloween Monster Movie Madness!October is one of my favorite months for the sole reason that it gives me the perfect excuse to binge watch creature features, from the corny 50's black and white classics like The Black Scorpion and Creature From The Black Lagoon to the awesome 80's epics with horrifying makeup and effects that even now make people recoil in disgust.<br />
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Ohhhhhh yeah, I've got all the classics lined up! Some days I'll do originals and remakes side by side, like the 50's The Thing From Another World and immediately after watch John Carpenter's The Thing remake. Very <i>very </i>different movies based on the same source material, but both stand wonderfully as their own thing. John Carpenter's version is the best, of course, but still, the original is darned fun too! Then of course there is the 50's Invasion of the Body Snatchers which was my first taste of paranoia as a child, and the later remake with Donald Sutherland and the chilling performances and effects. I wish I had both versions of The Fly on hand, but man, I'm not sure if even now I can truly handle the Kronenburg version. Definitely not for the faint of heart.<br />
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Jaws, Tremors, Them, Arachnophobia, The Blob, Army of Darkness, Ghostbusters, Poltergeist and plenty of others.<br />
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Ohhhh ho ho ho yes! I'm going to do my darndest to enjoy plenty of cheesy and horrifying flicks with junk food and soda, and in between those I will be reading HP Lovecraft to candlelight while listening to spooky music.<br />
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Bring on the fear for October everyone! Also, if you have any of your own suggestions for 70's and 80's horror movies feel free to make suggestions. I know there are still some epics hidden away that I haven't come across yet.Eccentric Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06091638477645283712noreply@blogger.com0