Rocket Man

I was thinking about a clever title for this. Something involving a messenger with winged boots, but in the end, Sir Elton John's 1972 classic summed it up quite nicely. I briefly eluded to the saga of the Rocket back in a previous post (which can be found here). Before I get too far in …

Typecast

I'm glad I took the day off work. I have found that taking a day after a major event or weekend to process said event or weekend is a worthwhile thing.  Had I tried to process all of the amazingness of this weekend in the limited span of yesterday afternoon, I know I would have …

Weekend at Herman’s (Pt. 1 of ?)

I'm exhausted. That good kind of exhaustion that comes from laughter, common interests, brain overloads, and of course witnessing firsthand machines that were previously not known to be in existence. Or that people had not seen in decades.As a writer, there is a certain romantic notion associated with typewriters. All of my writing heroes used …

Of NaNo, Nanites, and One Man’s Perfect Bag

Todd's Magnificent BagI know, based on the page hits of my last post, that at least 56 of you (OK 52 if I count my page hits) are waiting to see what happens next in the quest to find one man's perfect sac. Er...bag.My friends, your wait is over.  I have found what will likely be my …

Bilbo Baggins and His Luggage

TV and movie luggage and bags always seem so sleek and stylish. I'll see something and think, "Wow...that is a sexy bag. I need one of those!!"  Yes. I am well aware of the use of sexy and need in the same thought. But...that's the way my mind works.I might have an obsession with (among other …

Dropping the Asterisk

I have put a few posts up in the past couple of days about the Imaginarium convention I just attended. I expect as I go through and process the events of the weekend that there will be more.I have spent a large part of yesterday and a good portion of the drive home Sunday trying …

Con Funk Redux

My daughter has been to many cons (conventions) in her short life. And she always talked of the 'con funk.' It's a feeling (at least from what I'm experiencing now), of bittersweet melancholy. I never understood it when she would talk about it. I figured it was just exhaustion and she just needed to rest …

Imaginarium: Day 1

I think I probably warned you that this would happen. So...really, if you keep reading at this point, you only have yourself to blame. My culpability is nil in this endeavor. You're the one reading this.  I'm just the writer.Just the writer.The writer.It's about a quarter to 2 (a.m. for those keeping score) and my …

He Was Looking For A Place Called Lee Ho Fook’s

Warren Zevon notwithstanding, it has been kind of a weird week (and it's only Wednesday).  I'll get back to the only classic rock song I know of that references beef chow mein in a few minutes. First things first.Dad and I made a quick run down to the Farm on Saturday. Regular readers know that …