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Tuesday, December 31, 2002 Song playing in my head when I woke up: "Old Mother Reagan" by the Violent Femmes ################### Austin Powers aside, they just don't make spy movies any more like these two that I saw recently: 
Dr. Goodfoot and the Girl Bombs: Pretty awful except for Vincent Price, who is also awful, but enjoyably so. 
In Like Flint: Much more of a straight spy flick than I'd realized. It's sort of a James Bond thing with more jokes. I think Flint's cooler and swankier than Bond. ################### Happy New Year, everybody! posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/31/2002 11:14:00 PM Wednesday, December 25, 2002 Song playing in my head when I woke up: "Winter Weather" by the Squirrel Nut Zippers ################### 
I watched Yellowbeard with Graham Chapman recently. It was actually about as I expected: not very good, but worth a few chuckles. It was interesting to see a younger Nigel Planer in a role other than 'Neil' on The Young Ones tv show (the only place I'd seen him). The cast list is pretty amazing even if they do mostly fall flat: Peter Boyle, Cheech & Chong, Madeline Kahn, Marty Feldman, Peter Cook, etc. Tommy Chong is really pretty funny as an island king with a God complex and a lisp. Later that day we watched Star Trek: Insurrection. It sucks. I'm not a Star Trek superfan, but I've seen some episodes of the tv show that were better than this (and in half the time). ################### Today I read Haw! from Fantagraphics, a collection of obnoxious gag cartoons by Ivan Brunetti. Great Christmas reading, right? Actually, it's fun stuff, but not for the faint of heart. Very un-PC and juvenile (now you see why it appeals to me), but beautifully drawn. Reminds me a lot of a pal of mine (hi, HRN). ################### If the greeting "Merry Christmas" has any significance for you, then consider yourself greeted. I hope everybody reading this has a happy and safe holiday. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/25/2002 01:25:00 AM Sunday, December 22, 2002 For those of you who read Poopsheet, I'll have a new one out the first week in January. I've also got a couple other comix projects I'm putting together at the moment. More details on those later. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/22/2002 10:45:00 PM Today it's cold, the rain has just gotten here and our propane tank is empty. The pilot lights went out this evening much to our irritation since the propane company is supposed to be stopping by periodically to top off the tank. It's going to be a long night. ################### I was thinking today about how, when I was a little kid, I was around very few non-caucasian people. At the same time, though, I made no real distinction between different ethnicities. All I really knew was that they looked a little different, but everybody looks different, so what? Remember Sanford & Son? I think I was probably in junior high before I realized that Fred Sanford (Redd Foxx) was black. I knew Lamont was, I knew Aunt Esther was, etc. But I didn't know Fred was. It had never occured to me, however, to question how Lamont and Fred were related. I'm glad I've got that stuff figured out now, but I do sort of miss my childhood perspective on a lot of things. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/22/2002 10:42:00 PM Wednesday, December 18, 2002 Song playing in my head when I woke up: "Mediocre Mama" by ?? (I know I have it on tape, but I can't find it. What's more, it's not in a song index that I put together a while back and it should be. Did I dream this song?) ################### Flashback Post from my journal Tuesday, July 23, 2002 While searching online for info about a comic convention in Dallas, I came across the website of a renaissance faire devotee (a "rennie", if you will) who had pictures of herself at one of the Texas faires in a Star Trek uniform. Now, I don't really "get" wearing costumes in the first place, but this seems extra nutty. I asked ren faire veteran Alan Rankin about it and he says he's seen this situation on a number of occasions. He says he's also seen a group of four decked out in full KISS garb at a faire. I bet that really pisses off the folks who are sticklers about period accuracy and such. ################### I've been meaning to do this for a while, but blah blah... I'd like to thank everybody who reviewed the first issue of my zine, I Am What I Am. They are as follows: Davida Gypsy Breier (Xerography Debt), Bobby Tran Dale (Xerography Debt), WE Elliott (Almost Normal), Owen Thomas (The Ten Page News), Larned Justin (Out of the Blue), Sarah Crabtree (New Hope International Review On-Line), Ian Shires (Obscurity Unlimited), Keith Walker (Fanzine Fanatique) and Joyce Miller (Writer's Collective). I hope I haven't forgotten anybody. If I have, please let me know. Anyone who's interested in seeing what this blog looked like before it was a blog, I still have copies of the zine available. Send a buck or something interesting to me at: Rick Bradford / PO Box 2235 / Fredericksburg, TX / 78624 USA. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/18/2002 12:29:00 AM Friday, December 13, 2002 Song playing in my head when I woke up: "Epilogue (Nothing 'Bout Me)" by Sting ################### In some small town outside of Austin (Dripping Springs, maybe) there's a restaurant called Hamburger Hill. Is it just me or does that seem somehow inappropriate? ################### Flashback Post from my journal Monday, July 15, 2002 The coolest thing happened today. Just outside the window by our computer desk is a big tree. This morning I heard something moving around outside, so I looked out and saw "our" squirrel on the tree. Since it seemed to be looking my way, I figured I'd start up a conversation. Don't want to be rude, you know. So I started making clicking noises (for lack of better description). And it started clicking back! We went back and forth like this for a couple of minutes before it made its way down the tree to the ground. I was really pleased that I was able to interact with the squirrel, since it usually darts away any time we're near. I wonder what it thought was happening. Annette says it probably thinks we're dating now. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/13/2002 10:26:00 PM Wednesday, December 11, 2002 I dreamed last night that I was in a used bookstore (a fairly frequent dream scenario) and that I found a stack of cool stuff in a quarter box. One of the things was a near-magazine-size black & white comic by Mark Campos and Gary Fields. The cover was on heavy stock and printed backwards. I never find stuff this cool when I'm awake. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/11/2002 10:35:00 PM Tuesday, December 10, 2002 Wow, I've really been slacking on this blog thing. My apologies if anybody has been checking this page semi-regularly (not that I'm deluding myself). I'll try to step it up a bit. As I write this it's 3:45 in the morning. Annette started working the graveyard shift yesterday and I'm shifting my schedule, too, until I find a job. I'm listening to Robert Earl Keen and trying to stay awake. Songs like "Swervin' in My Lane" seem to help. In fact, that whole album (No Kinda Dancer) is great. I learned an interesting bit of information on Cops the other night. Vice cops in New Orleans were working a prostitution sting and when they made their busts they informed the arrestees that they were being arrested for "crimes against nature". I'd never heard that one before. Doesn't "crimes against nature" sound like a charge you might throw at Dr. Moreau or perhaps Celine Dion? I plan to research it a bit, but for now I'm assuming that the term refers to sex-related crimes. Still, it doesn't really seem appropriate to prostitution, does it? I'll see what I can find out and report back. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/10/2002 03:53:00 AM Thursday, December 05, 2002 Song playing in my head when I woke up: "Hockey Monkey" by James Kochalka Superstar ################### With the television presence of commercials for the Clapper and Ronco products, it's abundantly clear that we're now in the Christmas shopping season. Today I saw one for Craftmatic in which Santa proudly proclaims that their beds adjust "to the jolliest positions imaginable." ################### Though I don't know why, I frequently see – especially on the Internet where intelligence sometimes seems to be taboo – the non-word "hehe" written to indicate laughter. Now, let's get this straight: "hehe" is simply the pronoun "he" written twice. If you want to suggest laughter, try "hee hee", "heh heh" or the old standby "ha ha". While I'm at it, it's "yeah", not "yea". "Yea" is pronounced "yay" and is another word entirely. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/05/2002 08:55:00 PM Monday, December 02, 2002 Song playing in my head when I woke up: "Beer Goggles" by Smash Mouth ################### My scanner has bitten the dust now that I need it for about five different projects. Anybody have a decent, working scanner to trade for, say, comix and/or zines? posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/02/2002 07:36:00 PM Sunday, December 01, 2002 Last night I dreamed about an old friend that I haven't seen in a long time. E-mails I sent to him last year sometime started bouncing back. Some time after that I tried calling and his phone number wasn't good any more. I've had an uneasy feeling about it since then. In my dream I was surprised to see him alive. posted by Rick Bradford E-Mail Me | 12/01/2002 09:28:00 PM |
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