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Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Twice Upon A Time

The Most Honored Papasan turned 87 on Sunday. I wonder if I'll make it that long. Maybe we'll have robot bodies by then, who knows? Maybe I'll just be a brain in a jar on a shelf - a certain "Abby... someone..." in the words of Marty Feldman.

That means I have to make it to 47, and then 48, and so on and so forth.

Went out last week to say goodbye to a friend who is moving away. Went out the week before that to hang out with a friend who is still here. 

An old, once close friend left for good a few months ago. While I did try a few times to call the hospital, sometimes I feel guilty that I should have done more to say goodbye. Or to have been a better friend when she was around.

That's life. Sometimes I've been a good friend, I hope. Sometimes I should have been better. I suppose everyone feels that way. We all just do the best we can.

I've felt as if my life has been in a holding pattern these past few months. Or maybe years. I've lost track. I know I've said it before.

My nieces and nephews have discovered my YouTube channel. I used to love making animations. It feels like something another person did, sometimes. They've fallen in love with "Herman Takes a Dive." They actually quote it, and talk about how much it cracks them up - even though watching it now makes me wince at how primitive it is - and it makes me feel wonderful.

I may have a tiny fan club, but I wouldn't trade the three of them for a thousand others.

TTFN
-Tony


Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Monokote in my eyeballs make me cry

Another uneventful day. I don't suppose days have to be eventful. I go up the ladder, I pull the wire, I go down the ladder, I get Monokote in my hair, etc. You've heard it all before.

Mary's wedding was last week, out in Arizona. It was fun, and nice to see people I haven't seen in years. Everything moves at such a whirlwind these days. I look forward to traveling, but then I want to be in my own bed, and using my own toilet. I'm getting old.

I binge-watched Penny Dreadful while I was on vactation. It's a fun show that mashes up all the old Victorian / Edwardian era public domain monsters, such as Dracula, Frankenstein, The Wolfman, Doctor Jekyll, etc. Now that I'm done with it, I'm re-reading Frankenstein. I seem to remember the act of reading it by flashlight as a kid more than the plot itself.

My own short stories are coming slower than I'd like, but they're coming at least. Sometimes I get caught up, and have to fish around in my mind for the right catalyst.

My dreams have been bizarrely continuous lately. Not really with a plot, but sort of in the same place. They are at a much larger version of my parents' house in NJ, stretching out to Pleasant Valley Park. Sometimes they're lucid. I've managed to move all the oceans up into the sky as another moon, and turn the rotation of the earth backwards so I can walk westward towards the sun in the mornings. However far I walk, the next time I dream, I always find myself back at the dream version of my childhood home, with its ridiculously high-ceilinged attic.

I'm almost always alone, though sometimes Signor Grandpagoni is napping on a lawn chair in the driveway. He doesn't talk much, and doesn't want to play Pinochle, but I'm happy he's there.

I walked to an old friend's house on Lyons Road once, and it was all marble, with Doric columns. It was the only other structure for miles around, except for Liberty Corner Elementary School. There's an elevator in the original gym (I think my kindergarten class in 1978 was the last one to use it) But every time I try to take it down, the lights turn red, and there's screaming all around me, and it plummets - and then unfortunately I wake up. Just when things start to get interesting.

Maybe the afterlife consists of an alternate dimension of Liberty Corner.

Come visit.

TTFN
-Tony


Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Señora Corrales!

Felicitaciones a Mary y mi nuevo hermano Waldo!

TTFN
-Tony








Monday, April 08, 2019

"My name is Otto, it means 'eight'."

For shits and giggles, I've been trying to teach myself Italian using Duolingo. With phrases like these, I figure that by the time I'm done, I'll be about as verbose as a three-year-old raised by wolves.

TTFN
-Tony



Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Analyze Tony Once Again

I dreamt last night that I was at some sort of religious retreat. We each were given a magical scroll, a pen, and fortune cookie dough. We were supposed to write a wish on the scroll, put it in the cookie, bake it and eat it to make it come true. I wanted to write "I wish I always found life fascinating and was never bored again," but I couldn't find my scroll anywhere. I turned all my pockets out and frantically retraced my steps, but it was gone.

We all then went to a barbecue at an old family friend's house. They had an observatory in their attic, complete with a water slide to return to the kitchen. I rode the slide a few times, and went outside. I ran into someone I recognized as an old and dear friend who completely recognized me - but I couldn't remember who she was. She kept hugging me and saying how happy she was to see me again. Then her face hardened into a silvery mask which twisted all out of shape into something like a bird. Then she ran off into the woods.

So I got into a 1970s station wagon with a few other people. We drove, and came to a village where people were screaming and running... from flaming tigers that were 100 feet high. They tore houses and cars open and ate the people inside. Our driver disappeared. I tried to climb into the driver's seat, but I woke up - inexplicably with Zappa's "Let's Make the Water Turn Black" stuck in my head.

Feel free to analyze.

TTFN
-Tony

Thursday, March 07, 2019

Words of Wisdom I Stole From Someone Else

Can't remember where I first heard this: 

I have bad eyesight*
My father has bad eyesight.
My daughter has bad eyesight.

No matter how much they've helped him, my father's glasses can't help me.
No matter how much they've helped me, my glasses can't help my daughter.

Sometimes, the ones we love have the same problems, and we hate seeing them hurt, so we badly want them to use what helped us, and get frustrated when they don't. But sometimes the same exact solution just can't work for different people. 

TTFN
-Tony

PS *Yes, I know, I got myself LASIKed years ago, but for the sake of this post, let's pretend I didn't.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Warning: Perspective from your eyeballs may vary!

Me: Huh... Captain Marvel looks kind of average fare, but what the hell, Marvel usually delivers. Maybe I'll see it if Mandy really wants to, but movie theaters are so ridiculously expensive these days. Best of luck, though. I just hope she's not planned to be a Goddess-level deus-ex-machina savior of the Avengers in Endgame. After the awesomeness of Infinity War, that would be a total cop-out.

Brie Larson: "I started paying attention to... the critics reviewing movies, and noticed it appeared to be overwhelmingly white male... I don’t need a 40-year-old white dude to tell me what didn’t work about A Wrinkle in Time, it wasn’t made for him!"

Me: ...Oh jeez, are you seriously going to go down this road? Come on, Disney, you know better than that. Let's not fabricate hate where none exists. I frequent a few dens of online iniquity that some people would probably knee-jerk label as "sexist" or worse, and honestly, almost all of the guys there just have the same "wait and see" attitude right now. Everyone loves Marvel because they keep their movies fun. Remember when movie hype used to try and make people feel good about their films instead of trying to piss them off? SJW politics ruin everything they touch, so let's just all keep feeling good about the Marvel universe, please?

Media: SHOTS FIRED! POOR "ALPHA" FWAGILE MASCUWINITY INCELS CAN'T HANDLE A STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER IN THEIR SUPERJOCK FILMS!

Me: Oh, by the hairy armpits of Vishnu... Men have absolutely no problem with female lead characters in the sci-fi/fantasy/horror world, as long as it's well written and isn't deliberately misandrist. Wonder Woman beat you to the punch, and most men didn't have any problem with that. Lots of men consider Rogue One to be the best Star Wars film after the original trilogy. Bumblebee was pretty well accepted. Hellraiser, Halloween, there's a new film called Alita that looks pretty cool, Game of Thrones when it followed the books... hell, men on the whole have been rabid fans of Alien for 40 years. No one has ever had an issue with Princess Leia (even though Disney is putting out Star Wars revisionist cartoons that shit on Luke to try and make her look even better by comparison, but that's another kvetch...) In fact, a lot of us men over forty read and loved A Wrinkle in Time back before Brie Larson was even born - though she has regally decreed that by virtue of our skin color and evil dangley bits, it wasn't written "for us." So why the false narrative? Why are you deliberately trying to piss off your core fans? This is why Marvel's comic book division is suffering -

Media: THIS JUST IN! MISOGYNISTIC COMMENTS FESTERING ON 4-CHAN AND YOUTUBE!

Me: Sigh... Of course you're going to find examples of adolescent trolls on the internet, but they're an extremely tiny percentage of the whole. There's lots of misandrist comments out there too, the difference is, they're socially acceptable. Honestly, what did you expect? You're deliberately farming for outrage, and most of what you're referring to is the inevitable backlash from men sick of being accused and insulted, and shamed into silence just for saying so. This is the same garbage that's tarnished Star Wars and tanked Ghostubsters 2016. I don't know why -

Media: TRUMP-SUPPORTING NECKBEARDS ARE REVIEW-BOMBING ROTTEN TOMATOES!!!

Me: Sigh. Come on, you know that's an outright lie. You CAN'T put reviews on Rotten Tomatoes for it now. You're talking about people commenting that they personally won't see it. That's not a review. I can't say I blame them after the way you're -

Media: ALT-RIGHT, INCEL MISOGYNISTS BOYCOTT CAPTAIN MARVEL! FWAGILE MASCULINITY AT ITS MOST EVIL! IT'S TIME TO BRING DOWN THE PATRIARCHY THAT DOESN'T WANT YOUR DAUGHTERS TO HAVE SUPERHERO FILMS OF THEIR OWN! WHY MUST THEY DO THIS? WHAT ARE SO MANY ALT-RIGHT, WHITE MEN AFRAID OF???????

Me: You know what? You win. I don't even care about Brie Larson's slightly prejudiced virtue signalling. It was a stupid move, but it wasn't even that big a deal - just Hollyweird being Hollyweird. But you've basically ruined any good will I had towards this film, and I refuse to be bullied into seeing it. I have no desire to give Disney any money for it now, and because of your misandrist bullshit, I might even wait until Endgame comes out on streaming instead of shelling out big bucks in the theater. My wallet and I bid you good day.

Media: NO, WAIT!... It's all Brie's fault, right? She kind of sortta says she didn't mean anything by it... maybe. Come on, don't be like that. Give Disney another chance you fragile, privILEGED, WHITE, MISOGI- (cough) I mean, wait...

TTFN-
Tony

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

IF: Electronic

Illustration Friday: Electronic. Click for full size.

TTFN
-Tony

Saturday, February 16, 2019

The wonderful things they can do nowadays

A while ago, I found some of my extended family on Geni.com, and a (2nd? 3rd?) distant cousin who had created a page for my grandmother, although he didn't have any of the details beyond her name. While her story was a sad one, I'm very happy that with dad's help, I was able to fill in some of the blanks.

I'd also like to add that by all accounts, my Aunt Nelda (Leonarda) bore the brunt of raising her little brothers.

TTFN
-Tony

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Illustration Friday: Fire (It's been a while)

It's been a while since I did an Illustration Friday. Maybe it'll keep me off the streets.

TTFN
-Tony

Wednesday, February 06, 2019

Another Uneventful Day

I bend pipe. I pull wires through the pipe. I connect them at either end. I turn a switch on, and something lights up.

So it goes.

I've been having lots of dreams about urination lately. Praise the FSM this does not equate to bladder release in real life. According to the internet, this is supposed to be the release of repressed emotions. So apparently, I have repressed emotions about urinals.

I miss this blog, and how my friends and I would have discussions in the comment sections. These days, the comment section is just a spam-filter graveyard. All the conversations seem to be happening on Facebook. But someday, a real person will comment here again. "The statistical likelihood is that other civilizations will arise. There will, one day, be lemon-soaked paper napkins."

Speaking of social media, Google + is apparently going the way of the Dodo. No one will miss it, I think. It tried replacing Facebook the way Facebook replaced MySpace. The only problem is that it really did not do it in any way that was enough of an improvement for people to want to switch.

I read Doctor Who: Scratchman. by Tom Baker (based on a script he had written with the late Ian Marter, and apparently with some help by James Goss) it was supposed to have been a Doctor Who film in the 1970s, apparently involving Vincent Price and Twiggy. I felt sad when I finished it. Not because the book is depressing, but because it so perfectly encapsulated all the wonder and imagination that Doctor Who meant to me, once upon a time.

I was a young nerd. Now I'm a somewhat older nerd.

Speaking of being an older nerd, another short story collection is in the works (which will include "Just One of Those Human Things" and "Fishers of Men", so they can have a print release.) Then the ending to Debris of Shadows. It's weird to think of these characters frozen in time, their lives on pause. I don't have the following of G.R.R. Martin, nor do I have HBO to write an ending for me (nor would I want them to), but I promise I won't leave any of you cold.

After that, only an even older and hopefully wiser nerd will be able to tell.

Take care, my friends. I hope you're well and happy.

TTFN
-Tony

Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Sigh

Okay, there's something I really can't understand, here.

If a group of black teenagers were accused worldwide of confronting and well... basically being a bunch of dicks to a group of Native Americans, and they and their families received death threats and harassment completely disproportionate to the charges -

and then evidence was revealed that it actually happened the other way around -

but then the mainstream media, instead of apologizing, worked night and day to dig up anything - ANYTHING - to prove those black teens were... well... guilty of SOMETHING - even things that other classmates did years before they were enrolled at the same school, or things that happened at other schools in the same diocese, but again having nothing to do with the false charges, or even the boys in question -

Would that be racist?

Would we perpetuate it, or speak out against it?

Or say this all happened to a group of feminist teenage girls who were singled out because they wore pink hats and shirts supporting Hillary Clinton. Pretend that grown men screamed racist and homophobic insults at them for over an hour, and then another adult male got in their faces and beat a drum, trying to intimidate them and incite a conflict, and after that, the mainstream media deliberately made them known worldwide as "Hitler Youth."

Would trying to dig up any dirt (ANY dirt at all - PLEASE!) on them after they were proved innocent of the accusations in question be misogyny?

What if celebrities said that they didn't care if the accusations were false, these girls still deserved threats of violence and a lifetime of shame because they were openly Hillary supporting feminists, and that meant that they deserve everything they get?

Would that be acceptable, or would that be hateful?

As I've said before, I have no love for Trump, and and I'm sure at some point some of these boys (like a vast number of human beings) have done things that are wrong, or even reprehensible. But at this stage, especially when video evidence proved the original allegations were false, desperately perpetuating their vilification merely because they're white, Trump-supporting Catholic males seems blatantly prejudiced, hypocritical, and vindictive.


TTFN
-Tony

Friday, December 21, 2018

A Modern Day In A Modern Life

I wake up at 3:30am in the morning. I shut off the alarm, leak the lizard, make a whey protein shake with coffee, and drink it along with a few OTC vitamins while I check the headlines online. If the mood hits me, I'll make a few comments. Some are useful, too many are argumentative. So it goes. I sit on the porcelain throne, and meditate upon universal secrets. I dress and leave, sometimes forgetting my lunch.

I walk a few blocks to the beginning of the local bus line. The line there seems to be getting longer and longer. Either more people are working earlier, or they've figured out that by the third or maybe even second stop there are no more seats - even at 5am. It's cold, but it's not bitter, and I'm thankful. There have been far too many winters lately that have felt bitter, when three or four thick layers seemed to do nothing, when I had to work outside, or when our old apartment only had the bare minimum of heat, and it felt like there was no comfort anywhere. Things are much better now, and I feel thankful - but apprehensive. Kurt Vonnegut once said that his uncle told him to take the time to validate when things are nice, because they never last. So I do.

Right now, life is nice.

The 5am Q64 doesn't show up, as it doesn't almost every Friday. By the time the next one comes, the line is around the block. Sometimes on my commute, I'll listen to my Android read my books in a Speak-And-Spell voice. I just finished rereading (relistening to?) VALIS by Philip K. Dick, and I take a few minutes to question the nature of reality. I also question why Dick was so sure that Nixon was the (foiled) biblical harbinger of the Apocalypse when Hitler would have been a much more realistic choice, but that's the 1970s for you.

The bus takes me to the subway. I choose the empty local M over the packed E express. I plop my ass down on the bench, and work a bit more on my next short story collection. It comes in drips and drabs, but I'm happy with them. Debris of Shadows Book III is all planned out, but I would like to see The Forgotten Cathedral pick up a little steam first - especially since it's my favorite thing that I've written. How effective would advertising be, or would it be just another drop in a slightly smaller bucket? I've considered standing on a disreputable street corner with a sign saying "Will 'work' for Amazon and Goodreads reviews," but I'd feel bad if I put any professional streetwalkers out of business...

I find myself thinking about once close friends whom I haven't really spoken to in years, despite (or maybe because of) social media. Maybe they still think of me as a friend, maybe they don't. Maybe I've committed some real or imagined slight that I'm unaware of - possibly in an online manner that had nothing to do with them. That's happened before.

But of course, the truth is that everyone everywhere is just getting through their own lives, with all of their private hurts, ups, and downs. Let's be honest - there's been lots of times when I've sadly been too busy or exhausted to be available to everyone who needed me. I just shrug, and wish everyone who's touched my life happiness.

Everything feels exhausting, these days.

It's almost Christmas. I used to look forward to it so much when I was a kid. I guess we all did. Nowadays, I sympathize more and more with my father and how he always despised holiday travel. I also mute TV commercials, and talk back to them.

As the 2000 Year Old Man once said, "We mock what we are to be."

A little old lady sits across from me on the M, as she does most mornings. Her hair is dyed yellow, her walnut-wrinkled face is slathered in Tammy Faye Bakker caliber makeup, and she's wearing pristine pre-ripped jeans and leather boots that lace up to her knees.

You go, Grandma!

Merry almost Christmas to all, a happy Chanukah, and a krazy Kwanza.

TTFN
-Tony

Monday, November 26, 2018

Night

I had an uneventful day at work. I put lights together. I go up the ladder, I put a light in the ceiling, I come down the ladder, move it, and do the same with another light. I repeat the process until I get to the last one. Then I go up the ladder, tie them all in to the electricity, come down again, and turn the circuit on. Hopefully nothing bursts into flames, and the lights come on.

After almost 21 years of this, why I don't have buns of steel is beyond me.

I've been playing around with a lot of abandonware from the late 80s and early 90s, getting them to work with DOSbox. Even though they're technically and visually inferior to today's games, they seem much more creative and interesting. Multimedia games were a new frontier then, and the studios were trying to push the limits and give the consumer the best they could for their money. In contrast, so many games today are literally Skinner Boxes designed to drain as much cash from players as possible. In the words of South Park's Canadian Devil, "No no, the game can only be BARELY fun!"
My little sister got engaged, so that made the week happy for everyone. Her boyfriend did it on the Brooklyn Bridge as they walked across to meet me. He and his kids are good people, so here's hoping for a lifetime of happiness.

That's all for tonight as I'm slipping into a coma. I hope you're well and happy.

TTFN -Tony

Sunday, November 18, 2018

Poor little shoes with no one inside them

Took this picture while waiting for the F at Broadway - Lafayette Street during the slush-storm. Maybe they were ugly, or soaked, or just didn't fit. Maybe they were evil shoes, patiently waiting for some unsuspecting soul to put them on, Then the wearer would find they could never take them off - not in the shower, or in bed, or in the swimming pool - never. Their toenails would grow painfully longer and longer, causing unbearable pain, until finally the person had no choice but to cut their own feet off. Then the shoes would make their way back to the Lafayette Street station, where they would hungrily wait for the next victim.

Alternatively, maybe a very pious nudist who only wore them to protect the soles of her feet got raptured, leaving her footwear behind?

Maybe a demonic train ate the wearer, and spat them out?

We'll never know.

TTFN
-Tony



Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Geeking to extremes

Monty Python veteran turned historian Michael Palin recently wrote a book about the doomed Arctic voyage of the Erebus.He held a lecture at Saint Francis College in Brooklyn Monday night, so of course, I jumped at the chance to attend.

Seeing as I work bizarre hours, (after treating myself to an egg cream and matzoh ball soup at Katz Deli) I arrived there an hour and a half early. I figured I'd check out the venue before perhaps grabbing a beer. I walked towards the auditorium, and an elderly man with a kind and gentle face walked back down the hall towards me.

"Excuse me," he said in a British accent as he pointed towards the auditorium, "but are you involved with all of this?"

Now, I've met various celebrities in my life, but anyone who knows me knows what a complete Monty Python nut I've been since my teenage years. And here was my favorite member - one of my life-long idols - standing only a few feet away, waiting for me to put a few coherent words together to form a sentence.

"No," I managed to say as I extended my hand, "but I've been a huge fan of yours all my life." He took my hand and gracefully shook it. How could I explain to him about the happy times I had had with like-minded friends and family, listening to Python albums, and watching everything from Flying Circus to A Fish Called Wanda? How could I explain that in the 1980s, passing another geek in the hall and whispering "Wait 'till Biggus Dickus hears of this!" was the nerd equivalent of drawing an Ichthys (aka "Jesus Fish") in the sand - making life just a bit less lonely?

"I just wanted to say," I said, "thank you for all the years of laughter, you've spread a lot of happiness in the world."

The poor man, faced with yet another possibly crazed American fan, just smiled and said, "Oh... Thank you." He suddenly seemed embarrassed that I had come so early, as if - incredibly - he were putting me out in some way by not being ready. I assured him that he wasn't, and went outside to text all my friends and family - like the nerd that I am - that I had just actually met the one and only Micheal Palin.

Hey, at least I managed to refrain from singing "I'm a Lumberjack" or "Every Sperm is Sacred."

TTFN
-Tony

Monday, October 15, 2018

Dream 753

Last night, I dreamt that I was washing dishes, while everyone else was in the living room watching Annie. For some reason, our apartment had become my grandparents' old house in Brooklyn.

So there I am, scrubbing a cup while cherubic 80s show-tunes are coming from down the hall, and I can't seem to get ramen out of the bottom, no matter how hard I try. In fact, the corners of the sink are filthy, full of hair, and caked with dried Oodles of Noodles. Of course, I do what any parent would do - I shout for the kids to get in there, so I can blame one of them.

By this time, the kitchen - which has become completely filthy - has sunk down about five feet, and has stairs leading down. Joe comes, taking them in stride, but before I can rant about the ramen, he asks, "Hey, is that a mouse?"

And yes, there's a big, fat, gray mouse running around the kitchen. Great, I think, how am I going to get it out of here? I look around for a box, when I realize that it's not a gray mouse, it's a black kitten.

I pick it up, and it snuggles against me. Cute, I think, but I really don't want a cat. I show it to Jen, and she points out that it has a collar. I ask her to read its tag, so we can get it back to its owner.

We go out the front door, and wind up in an ornate, gold hotel lobby. The kitten has now become a puppy. "Wait," I think, "I must be dreaming, here. This was definitely a kitten a second ago." The concierge approaches, and it's (circa Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey) Pam Grier.

Cool, I say to myself, I'm definitely dreaming. Time to go lucid, and have some fun. I'll just give this dog to -

And then, of course, the alarm woke me up.

Feel free to analyze.

TTFN
-Tony

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Life, the Internet, and Everything

I used to enjoy social media, but these days, it just makes me sad. It seems like no one is able to see anything from anyone else's point of view anymore, and everyone is at each other's throats. When I was a kid, our teachers used to tell us not to judge anyone until you've walked a mile in their shoes (moccasins?) Now it seems that people are proud of not being able to do that - and will come up with all kinds of straw-man arguments on why they're "right" not to do so - even for their own friends and family.

I feel very naive, because when the internet came out, it seemed like everyone could have a voice, and that would make the world better. Instead it wound up creating ideological bastions where everyone could reassure themselves that they're "right" and scream generalized accusations at everyone who's "wrong." In the recent words of Stephen Fry, "A grand canyon has opened up in our world... Neither on each side can hear a word that the other shrieks, nor do they want to."

Here's another favorite quote: "You'll never be able to use facts and logic to talk someone out of a position they've reached using emotion." I wish I remember who said this (Robert Anton Wilson, maybe?), but it should be on the sign-in page of every social media site.

I have to admit, I've played more than my share of identity politics in my life. I'm sure you could read a lot of them here. But in the end, it's not a zero-sum game. Spreading hate or love won't balance any scales. Hating one group doesn't add love to another; refusing compassion won't replenish any that was once refused to you. Love may not always get you love in return, but causing pain isn't going to lessen yours.

TTFN
-Tony

Saturday, August 25, 2018

WE HAVE A WINNER!

After five years, Jacqueline LaRocca was the first to figure out that "Shattered Possibilities" is really about... Pac Man, from the ghost's point of view! 
Thank you to everyone who participated. 

TTFN 
Tony

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Tony's Mister Mom Constructive Criticism for School Plays

Tony's Mister Mom Constructive Criticism for School Plays:

1. If you give the kids wireless mics, DO NOT put giant speakers at the foot of the stage so that every other minute, everyone is drowned out by feedback.

2. Turn the damn period / lunch bells off.

3. Parents - we're all video recording our kids on our phones. That's cool. You know what's NOT cool? Reviewing your kid's scene at full volume while the other kids onstage are still acting.

4. I don't care if you're super PTA mom and you got there first. Reserving the entire front row for your friends and family is just rude.

5. Just enjoy the kids' energy and happiness.

PS (for the next day's spring concert): Lady, I don't know what about you offends me the most: The fact that you sat in the front row and texted throughout the show until your kid was on, the fact that you left the moment your kid's class was done, or the fact that you video-recorded your kid in portrait mode.

TTFN
-Tony

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

Fishers of Men

My newest short story, Fishers of Men is now available on Amazon! As you can see, it's a sort of Sci-Fi - Horror - Catholic - Noir mashup. I think this will definitely go down in history as one of my favorite covers.

TTFN
-Tony




Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Whenever I read a work of fiction, I like to have some background information about how and why it was written. So for others who enjoy reading about such things, here's the background on "Just One of Those Human Things."

BE WARNED, THAR BE SPOILERS BELOW!

Decades ago, I read a black-and-white short story in Heavy Metal. I can't remember what it was called, or what it was about. If I ever come across it again, I promise to come back and give due credit. At any rate, I remember that there was an android (humanoid robot) dressed up in World War II British combat gear. He was patrolling a sort of wasteland planet, reminiscing to himself. At one point he came across a human, and shot him, crying, "Human filth!" This android bears very little resemblance to the end character of Sir Aloysious, but over the years, my mind often thought back to him. Who was this lone, robotic patroller of the wastelands? Where was he? Why was he there? I resolved to answer these questions, someday.

The story took on a number of forms. At first, Aloysious was just a robot, and did not have any human attachments at all. He was also on his own. I don't remember what exactly triggered the moment Hannah came onto the scene. But once I added her, the story took on another dimension that it definitely had lacked.

I can't deny, having just read it, that Don Quixote does not bear some influence upon the story. After all, it's the tale of a robot who is convinced that it is something it is not. But there's no shame in that.

I'm a big Doctor Who fan, especially of the Tom Baker era. At one point over the years, I came up with the question, "What if the Doctor was killed leaving K9 stranded, and he went crazy and convinced himself that he was the Doctor?" This sort of twisted fan-fiction experiment helped carry the story through points where I was stuck.

Last but not least, users of social media will probably recognize that the AI's are a satire of online arguments, especially those on Reddit. After the last election, everyone on the internet seems to be fractured into camps of us vs. them, and incapable of discussing anything without first attacking those who have a different viewpoint. Besides, I like the idea of artificial intelligences arguing with each other non-stop about which of them is the most human.

That's about it for now. I'd like to say thank you to those who have so kindly reviewed it. Each Amazon and Goodreads review is a huge help. (Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.)

 I've just finished the first draft of my next short story. It's almost 16k words, so it's actually what you would call a novelette. It's a sort of Catholic-Horror-SciFi-Noir, so there will be a little something in there for everyone. Stay tuned!

TTFN
-Tony 

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

To Dream The Impossible Dream...

I finally finished reading Don Quixote. I'm usually a purist when it comes to adaptations, but I have to admit that I prefer The Man of LaMancha ending (not the book-ending story of Cervantes and the Spanish Inquisition, but the end of Don Q's life). He should have died being mad, glorious Don Quixote, not as the beaten and depressed - but "sane" - Alonso Quixano.

The interesting thing is that as a kid, I was always told that sci-fi, horror, and fantasy books were "trash," etc. It's amusing to read that 400 years ago, everyone said the exact same thing about books of knights and chivalry.

I recently visited my parents. After watching a bit on Laugh-In that I remembered word for word, I wound up singing a Henry Gibson song about a mule that I probably haven't thought of in 35 years for my sainted mother. It's amazing what completely useless songs lie buried in the silt beneath the oceans of my memory.

In other news, my father has an old, plastic deck of pinochle cards. They came with a book extolling the virtues of this amazing, new, futuristic product -plastics! What will future archeologists think?

TTFN
-Tony

Monday, April 09, 2018

And the award for Best Vader Slaughter Scene in a Motion Picture goes to...

I re-watched Rogue One yesterday. I love Robot Chicken et al as much as the next red-blooded American, but after decades of comedic and "tragic" deconstruction (of the prequels), I love how the final scene brought Vader back in all of his old, terrifying glory.

Speaking of Star Wars, is there any chance we could crowdfund a few billion dollars, buy the rights back from Disney, and restore the old EU as canon? Everyone would just have to pay $1. Then we could have Luke and Han back as heroes, the way they were for decades. Hell, we might even get the unspecial-weshel versions of the original trilogy back...

TTFN
-Tony

Wednesday, April 04, 2018

Not to shill, but it's an example all others need to follow!

This week, there are a few private things that I'm grateful for. But just so I don't completely sound like an ambiguous social media twat, let me thank Simply Asia for putting their vegetables in separate packets, so I don't have to pick the damn things out. You rock the world of instant noodles.

TTFN
-Tony

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Analyze This, and Some of That

I had a few weird dreams last night, but this one was the most vivid:

I went to my parents' house. They asked me to fix the electricity in the toilet in their closet. This request seemed strange to me for obvious reasons. Sure enough, there was a toilet in their closet, with a high-voltage BX cable running through the water. I opened the connecting box and disconnected the wires.

Then Alec Balwdwin rushed into their bedroom. He was dressed as a 1930s mobster, complete with a wide-striped zoot suit. Two similarly dressed gunmen followed, brandishing tommy guns with round-drum magazines. He demanded that I only use HIS brand of wire nuts, and handed me two of them. They were purple. He grabbed the two red Scotchloks out of my hand, and threw them out of the window.

Feel free to analyze.

TTFN
-Tony

Friday, March 16, 2018

An Open Letter to Rush Limbaugh

Dear Rush (may I call you Rush?)

The great late physicist Stephen Hawking didn't come up with the Big Bang scientific theory, it's what's generally accepted because it's the theory that best proves the evidence. That's the way science works.

(Keep in mind, this theory does not prove that "nothing" existed before, just that it's what scientists call an Event Horizon - which means that nothing that happened before it can be modeled with current knowledge, nor could it have any predictable effect on what came afterward. Think of it as information written on a piece of paper. If you burn it you'll have a handful of carbon that might show you what it was previously made of, but it would be impossible to know what it said. Likewise, as no one else can ever read it, neither the present nor the future can ever be affected by it.)

For example, without any other evidence, humans thought. "The world must be flat." But soon proof (ships appearing mast first over the horizon) accumulated, and the theory that the world was round developed.

Then we thought that the Earth was the center of the universe, because the bible said so, and to the naked eye, it appeared logical. But then the telescope came along, and the paths of heavenly bodies were mapped. The only way the new data made any sense was to accept the theory that everything, even our planet, moves in orbits.

Likewise, all the scientific data we have points to the universe expanding into existence from a single point - AKA The Big Bang theory. Now, no one can prove this beyond a shadow of a doubt for obvious reasons. But until there is evidence that disproves it, it is the most accepted scientific theory (which, by need of evidence and repeatable experimentation, is different than a regular theory.)

Interestingly enough, we've discovered that recently, that expansion has begun to accelerate instead of slowing, as would make sense. But instead of saying "nope, we're ignoring that because it disproves our theory" scientists accept it (Dark Energy), and are trying to discover why. If this leads to a new, more accurate model, then it will be generally accepted. That's how science works.

Keep in mind, there is nothing about the Big Bang theory (which was put forth by a priest) or even evolution which suggests that there isn't a God, just that it happened differently than a bunch of goat herders thousands of years ago said it did. The religious world had to eventually accept that the Earth goes around the sun despite what's written in Genesis, so why couldn't it be wrong about other things? Agreeing with an atheist on matters of science doesn't make you one. There are many scientists throughout the world who practice religion.

I'll leave you with this thought. If God created man to do his work, then wouldn't he want man to find out all he could about how his creation really works to do so?


TTFN
-Tony

P.S. This discussion is redundant, as everyone knows that the Flying Spaghetti Monster created the world, along with the great Beer Volcano and the Olive Garden of Eden.

May you all be touched by His Noodley Appendage.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Coming Soon, to a Kindle Near You!

Often, when I'm working on a story, I'll doodle the characters to help get a sense of them. The cover sketch, however, takes a little more work.

Coming soon!

TTFN
-Tony