Ya know how you can make your way through your dark house to the bathroom, because you know where every stick of furniture is?
Ya know how much it hurts when you move an end table into the hall temporarily and mess up your mad dark-walking skillz?
That’s gonna leave a mark…
And speaking of werecows (“Werecow? There cow!”)*, Whiny has a penchant for digging up the strangest role-playing games. First it was Kobolds Ate My Baby…
The “ALL HAIL” Rule
If anyone utters the name of King Torg (ALL HAIL KING TORG!), all Kobolds must shout, “All Hail King Torg!” Failure to express the proper respect for King Torg (ALL HAIL KING TORG!) results in a Kobold Horrible Death Check™.
Then it was the inspired cross-breeding of Cthulu and Pokemon–Pokethulu, from the insane world of Dork Tower (“Don’t sweat the small stuff. Gnomes, for example.”)…
Moooving right along, he picked up Battle Cattle, an udderly silly game that pits hi-tech bovine killing machines against each other on the “field” of battle…
And just in time for Halloween, his newest endeavor is All Flesh Must Be Eaten, an rpg that asks, “How do you stop something that’s already been killed?” We all know the answer to that… But which would you rather be: The Cheerleader? (“Those stupid zombies totally RUINED the prom!”) The Goth Chick? (“God this sucks . . . there’s like a billion zombies and not like one vampire.”) The Video Store Clerk? (“I had to choose, save my girlfriend or my Dr. Who collection. I know Jenny would have understood.”)
I’ve got my characters all rolled up!
Speaking of graveyard smashes, Forbes has its annual list of the Top-Earning Dead Celebrities.
Even though I don’t wind up my radio to the good Doctor as often as I used to, I still get the playlists sent to me each week. Last week was part one of a 2-part Halloween edition. Since I’m getting in the party mode (yes, we actually agreed to host a Halloween party for Pepperkat), I thought I’d share.
Which are your favorites? I’m a sucker for the oldies. I still like “Purple People Eater” by Sheb Wooley, who just recently passed away. But Werecow is one of the funniest things I’ve ever heard.
See, this is how the blogonetisphere works…
So, now there’s a Random Entry link in the sidebar and at the top of each individual post. Click it, and you’ll be taken to one of over a thousand bits of Solonor ramblings.
And there was much w00t-age!
There’s a story in Newsday about the Denial of Service attack that prevented you from accessing my site earlier in the week. Hopefully, all will be well from now on. Going without Tolkien Baseball for more than an hour or two makes us cranky. Anything more than that, and I know some wittle terrorists who are going to have the unique pleasure of Sgt. Grump’s foot up their ass.
Oh, yeah, I think it might have affected a couple other sites, too.
Nobody of consequence, I’m sure.
Jesus actor struck by lightning. It was the second time the assistant director was hit.
Guess God’s more of a Cameron Crowe fan.
Michele has a nice tribute to the retiring Concorde. Since she lives near the airport in New York, she’s witnessed the supersonic jet’s comings and goings on a regular basis. It was a little bit bigger deal when the Concorde flew over my house in Hermon, Maine.
Bangor International Airport was created in 1968 when the Department of Defense closed Dow Air Force Base. “People thought the end of the world had arrived,” said former Secretary of Defense Bill Cohen. “They gave us the base for a dollar, and we still didn’t have enough money to plow the runways.”1
The reason I’m from Maine is because of that air base. My dad was stationed there when he met my mom. And our house was right in path of incoming flights. When they were on their final approach to land, jets would come across our yard. They sometimes seemed close enough to see the passengers waving back at us as their jet clipped the top of the oak tree near the garage.
Because it was used as a B-52 base, it has a really long runway–more than 11,000 feet, one of the longest in the world. It’s even an emergency landing site for the space shuttle. On top of that, it’s got a reputation as an “always open” airport. When Boston and New York are shut down because of snow storms, flights are diverted to Bangor.
So, with its military history, long runway and other attributes, it sometimes gets used for things like transatlantic test flights. And on November 7, 1974, we got to witness a British pre-production model of the Concorde coming in for a landing on its record-setting trip from Fairford to Bangor. It crossed the Atlantic in just 2 hours and 56 minutes. I can’t say that I saw that particular flight land. I was probably in school. But I do remember it being a noteworthy news event for our small city, and I do recall seeing it come across our path on one of its subsequent refueling stops.
This morning the world’s only supersonic airliner took off from New York’s JFK Airport for its final flight.
Let’s just hope this doesn’t wind up in the Supreme Court… Tom McMahon: Soft Drink Electoral Map
All right, here’s where I divert course with the rest of the pop culture blogonetisphereaverse. While I am saddened by the death of anyone, I’m not feeling all that nostalgic about the fact that Fred ‘Rerun’ Berry has died. I knew who he was (or his character at least), but only from the VH1’s I Love the 70s and the recent Dickie Roberts movie. Other than that…clueless.
I just never watched What’s Happening? much (if at all). Which got me wondering: What did I watch instead? So, I tracked down a site that has the prime time schedules from years gone-by, called Television History – The First 75 Years, and took a gander at 1977.
Guess I must have been watching The Waltons (or maybe CHiPs). My dad ruled the TV in those days. We were allowed our run of the dial–all 4 channels–on Saturday and after school, but TV in the evening was his domain. Period. My mother never stayed up past 8pm, so it was his TV and his shows.
Looking back at these program grids, I can pick out each night’s viewing schedule like it was coming up this evening:
