Monday, December 13, 2010

Novelling Afterlife.

It has been two weeks after I finished the first draft of my novel, and without the pressure of the contest to accomplish the 50K word count in 30 days I feel a strange void. Sure it has something to do with the listless lack of a goal, but in the 30 days I met with other contestants at least twice week for a whole month and I found that I genuinely liked them. More than having a finished manuscript I thing the biggest bummer is not being in their company. I really miss the social engagement.
What I did do to try to fill in that void and do something for my well being is look for a new hobby I can get into. Running is hard on the already abused knees, it’s too cold and too dark for me to comfortably ride my bicycle, so I turned to the life aquatics. I was looking for an underwater hockey team, but we don’t have anything like that up here. I looked into some of the Masters swim programs but something wasn’t clicking then I had a vision pop into my head…


I have a very loose association with one of the actress’s that was eaten by the title character, Dinoshark, during a water polo match. The association is so loose I don’t even know her name! None the less the spectacularly lavish death scene popped into my head and I decided to see if there was a water polo league or something and sure enough, fate smiled upon me, and yesterday I went to my first practice. It was just as gruesome.

Not to go into too many details but I am back on Facebook and I wrote this as my status yesterday.

There were good valid reasons why I should not have joined a water polo team today. I am 47. I am out of shape. I quit smoking two weeks ago. I never played water polo before. BUT there was one over-riding reason why I did it anyhow.
I did it because I shouldn't. I'm a rebel like that.

It was fun! What an amazingly patient team! They let me scrimmage when I could and sit out when I was dying. By the time it was over I was beaten! This is going to be fun. I have to get ready because there are a bunch of tournaments coming up I want to be a part of, even if it means handing out water bottles.

The evil part of my brain wants to change the team name from the Makos to the Dinosharks…

I am really starting to develop an unnatural fixation on track suits. It’s got to do with the fact that I hate pants. I love Florida because I spend all my waking hours in shorts and a tee shirt. Sometimes shorts and a nice shirt. Yet with the weather as it is wont to do this time of year a chill takes to the air I am forced out of a lingering sense of self preservation to wear jeans everyday to work. I try holding you as long as I can but below 50 degrees I am miserable. So when I get home I jump into a pair of sweats. My sweats are nasty and I don’t like leaving the house in them so now I have to put pants back on. But now… I have discovered track suits. Sporty, warm, wind-breakable track suits. I would say I turned into my grandfather, but both of them wore coveralls of bib overalls their every waking moment. I am gonna score a couple pair for Christmas!

Here is a feeling I have been developing about the human body. Our bodies are gifts from God. Each and every one are perfect the way it is, and it is only human vanity that allows us to believe any different. To not take care of this gift, is a sin. So the smoking, the entropy (Yes Jay… I used the right word), the poor diet all took its toll, and it is time I start reconciling my grievance.

I saw the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert the other day, and while I have always been a big fan, I have never seen them. It was hard to keep myself restrained out of consideration for the patrons who thought they were in for a Christmas concert instead of a rock show. I really wanted to jump up and sing and dance and do all manner of primal unleashing! I was even trying to scout out a place in the venue I could do that at. What a fantastic show. They had a singer named Kayla Reeves who at the tender age of 17 sang a medley from TSO’s previous life as Savatage album Gutter Ballet, and like she was… she was indescribably AWESOME!!! I commented her talents were proof of God.

I did an incredibly fun photo shoot with some incredible artists! Bob and Mary Carver of Red Velvet Photography shot some awesome images and the ones I am posting were given the post treatment by them also! More will be on the way! A big time thank you to Kimberly Previtt for her bottomless patience with the weirdness that spins out of my brain!

I am already cooking up the next batch of weirdness!

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I am a WINNER!

Hello dear readers!

This is my caveat... I am writing this after a very late night or early morining depending on your persopective so no jokes about a novel contest winner making abundent typos, and spelling errors... snirk.... I am just to happy to wit to write about this though!

As you know I am participating in the National Novel Writing Month Contest, whose only criteria for success is to grind out a work that is 50,000 words.

Last night at my municipal writers group event The Night of Writing Dangerously I accomplished that goal thus enabling me the bragging rights as a NaNoWriMo 2010 Winner!

At the Night of Writing Dangerously we collected money to support the NaNoWriMo organization, an non-profit, that of course supports the annual contest but also youth writing, reading, and literacy programs also.

Now the reality sets in. My 50,000 words are a loosely connected rabble of letters strewn together in a semi-coherent mess. This is my primordial ooze! I can live with that, as this is the first draft.

I gave myself a moment of to bask in the glow of the accolades but all I have are 50,000 words, and now I have to write the story. I love a goal oriented challenge, but now the hard part begins.

I have to get it worked to the point where I will enjoy reading it, and I sincerely hope others will too. At birthday party for a friend of mine I gave her a gift coupon for an autographed copy of my book when I get it published.

Oh yes I went there! Published. I will be published one way or another.

Then after that I will be looking for movie rights and an action figure line!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Tomorrow it Starts!!!

Tomorrow is the first day of what is going to be 30 days of grueling creative challenges as I begin to write my 50,000 word novel in a month!

It is going to be a space opera is all I really know. I have a character map and some sketches I ddid for world building purposes but that is all! I have been trying to keep my mind fresh and ready to let the characters develop into what I hope is a publishable masterpiece! At the very least something that won't cause any lasting damage in anyone that reads it!


Monday, October 18, 2010

My Modelicious Hallowe’en!

Good evening dear readers…

Hallowe’en came early for Buzz! Saturday night, the 16th, made this the greatest October of my long-lived life!

First and foremost I spent it with and incredible group of artisans and I am humbled to have been able to work with them. I am going to thank the following gifted and wonderful people for sharing their time and energy with me right up front because they never should be in the back ever again;

- Bob and Mary Carver of Red Velvet Photography For setting up the massive photo shoot. Thank you for not letting me drop out of modeling.
- Rachel for making it so easy for me to scare the tar out of the gathered mass, and for being an exceptionally fly geek girl. I always count my blessings to be meet someone so intelligent, well read, funny, sweet, and as big a fan of The Last of the Mohicans as I am.
- Justin Simpson, you are my brother now! Physics jokes that I could get! You were amazing sir!
- Patrick Charthern, another brother I never knew I had! I thank you for keeping my energy going as I started to wear out towards the end. The continuous cries for Van Helsing was almost a battle cry that kept me rallied!
- Stu… Thanks for keeping stoking the coals of my already fevered imagination going!

Most of all though, Lady Rosetta. You make me warm on a chilly night. You make me quenched when I thirst. You make the world stop spinning when I feel like I am going to be flung from its surface. You make me more than who I am, and for that I would stake myself. Blessed am I to call you friend.

So, here we go!

You may have guessed that Saturday night was a photo shoot of majestic proportions. Bob and Mary, set up a location, gathered the finest stylists and make up artists in the WORLD, and turned us models into Vampires, zombies, a jilted bride, a witch to be burned, and a crazed serial killer. (Okay… I should let those of you that know me, know that I was not the crazed serial killer. I was something much worst.)

The location had no small number of shooting locations set up. A chandelier was hung from the limb of the most magnificent tree in Florida over a red velvet arm chair. A grave was dug in the ground, a green light backlighting a Celtic cross grave marker, and accented by a fog machine. A stable was set with mutilated dolls. A single torch lit the crazed serial killer (Dude... I forgot you name, not your face or how cool you are!) to a remarkable effect. A free hanging white drape and two tall candle holders gave purchase to the bride beneath a Rustler’s Moon. A Crucible for the screaming with that would be later set ablaze for a bonfire warming all present. (Sans witch. Got plans for her.) A real life hearse that was at one time started not to take away the dead, but to warm the living. It and its owner gave comfort to living that night.

Then there was the casket. The Lady Rosetta and I, as Barry Van Helsing Vampire Chaser, were in and on and all over the casket on that set. I wish I could tell you all of the different sets we did for the multitude of photographers that were invited but honestly all I remember is laughing and great conversation for five hours. We have worked together on a few previous occasions and thanks to here I actually became a published model. I know my heart would break if this were to be our last.

So this is creepy. I also got to be the Puritan. So I will let this out. I am Catholic. If there is one thing I hate, HATE, is religious intolerance. I hate fear, prejudice, intolerance, and failed lives justified under the guise of wrath laid down by a loving Creator. So… being the Puritan became a little more livid that I had thought. There were a couple of times that Rachel and I were screaming and yelling so convincingly that the flashes stopped and I looked over and I perceived that the assembled mass was quite stilled. Even the crazed serial killer looked a little freaked.

I am so sorry if anyone was disturbed by that, but I had an ax to grind, and hope I looked sexy doing it. Rachel was just flat out hot!

It was a wonderful evening. I wish it could have lasted longer, but as it happens lives are needed to get back to, beds need to be occupied and children have to be told that they are safe from the creatures lurking in the closet.

I am so grateful that I was allowed to be a meager part of this massive endeavor. I am lucky and I am blessed, and I thank you all.


Saturday, October 9, 2010

A Contest with No Prize.

So I am at Wal-Mart yesterday looking to replace my missing wedding ring with something that can serve as a reasonable fill-in until my real one shows up, or I get me a true replacement.

My feeling is a ring is more than the symbol of my union, but is a sign of my humbling before the institution of marriage. Lest I never forget that I chose to walk through this life with another and I have a blessed responsibility to be a part of something greater than myself.

Back to Wal-Mart. It is Hallowe'en and the cheesy costumes are on full display. I as an avid costumer find these things sooooooooooo awful! I realize I should not be so inclined to think this because it harkens back to that lack of humility that I have been working with Gods help to get over.

What I was thinking though is this... Instead of looking at something and taking it as a poorly constructed, mass produced, deficent in quality material ensemble, why not look at the potential it has and make it something better than it is?

So here is what I am proposing to anyone who reads this. Go out and buy a off the rack costume at Wal-Mart, K-Mart, Target or these seasonal Hallowe'en stores that pop up. Take that raw shell and fix it up, and supply me with before and after pictures. I swear I will post them on this blog.

My best,


Saturday, September 25, 2010

Feeling better.

So... Yes. Life took a dramatic change as of late. I think the worst thing for a self-absorbed egomaniac to admit is that he isn't all that. Fragile is the ego without id and mine is. I'm trying to get over it.

I grew up the son of a Baptist preacher, loathe as I am to assign sterotypes, I filled the bill for the typical PK. I have spent the better part of my life and possibly free time rebelling against all things theological. There are pockets of time though I did my best to conform to Christian ideas and living but eventually I got into my own way. Not cool.

Around 12 years ago I became Catholic. There is a much longer story to that but let us just say I gave it my all for a long time and didn't do much to honor God or my life in general. I loved the rituals, and I loved the feeling that I felt I could get away with more on a higher plane than I could as a Baptist, so go figure disaster was looming for me. God is loving, merciless, but above all else very patient.

So now I am trying to arrange my life in a manner that is befitting someone who portends to be a decent upstanding member of the community. I have removed my ego from the things that are in the top one percent of things that I should be looking out for. I've given up the adult material I more often or not frequented. I am in the process of extracting myself from my own prison of social networking. For me the accolades I could fish for and the more people I could trick into admiring me was becoming an opiate. I spent hours a night chumming Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, and a few other sites begging people top pay attention to me and getting very depressed when they didn't.

The good news I can be saved from my personal trap, the internet. I feel so much freer now that I prefer to cook, spend time with my wife, read a book, draw, write, meditate, and I even had time to pray a Rosary the other day. I must confess this. I have become a SitCom junkie.

This is the priority stack as I have ben trying to live my life the last few weeks, and Lord willing if I stay out of the way, by his grace the rest of my life:

1. God
2. Family
3. Work
4. Everything else.

Not that I think I am a really horrible creature. It's just that I did everyting so I could say "Look at me! Look at waht I did!" or "I did it becasue it made me feel good." That complete lack of humility in the past has been my downfall and very nearly did it again.

Nowadays I am attending Mass regularly, re-learning what faith is all about, and letting my wife, children, and the rest of my relitives, mine and in-laws, know they mean more to me than a conveinence.

In looking at ministries that I may better serve the community I discovered the Vatican Observatory! Naturally I gravitated towrds that because basically the purpose of this blog in the first place was to report on my then budding, now stalled, explorations into the heavens.

This like so many other things will in time come around if it is His will. I have asked to take better advantage of my skills and talents so that I not spend my days pissing around seeking shallow thrills. What it comes down to is I know that I can be more than I am.

Be well, and be Blessed my freinds!

Friday, September 10, 2010

Life Changes.

I have strived to be a good man. Never better. Today I seek a path that is true, and humble myself before God.

This is my submittal to be become closer to my faith and my family.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Without too many details...

It pays to have an empty Gatorade bottle in your car on a long road trip. Unfortunatly I did not pay enough....

The good news is the FAA has approved me to take the test for my Senior Parachute Riggers Liscence!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Saturday, July 10, 2010

We Don't Own It.

So... my brother, I do have one of those, likes to bait me with accusations of extreme liberal bias. So in the first conversation I had with him in years he brings up global warming and environmentalism. Of course he knew I was going to bite on this one given my pat associations with such radical organizations as Greenpeace, The Sierra Club, and the U.S. Navy.

So I pretty much went off. I wish environmentalist would just be honest about the planet. Mass extinctions are a long part of our planets history and will until the Sun expands into our orbit and engulfs our small world. The good news is before that happens everything on the surface is going to be fried.

I want environmentalists to just be straight up and say we want to preserve the ecology so we don’t die prematurely by our own hand. If they were truly earnest in protecting the creatures of the air and land and sea then they would be pushing for a massive effort to migrate humans off of the planet and turning the Earth into a zoo.

So my brother is now accusing me of a conservative bias now. The thing is, yes, we are going to be extinct one day. One day the planet will be gone. So why does any of this matter? Because what matters is the way we live right now. Even on a individualistic level and not something as grandiose as world-saving, the important thing is how we live our lives in the moment. Yes, I loved drinking, smoking, and wanton sex, but in the long run it will pretty much destroy me. I choose to opt for the fading away scenario than the burning out.

Here is something else that I have been thinking about. I read something in passing some where that stuck in my head. I wish I could remember where, but it boiled down to human kind does not own space. So when you get right down to it we don’t own the land or the seas or the skies either. I mean I pay some guy a lot of money every month for my house, and pay taxes on the land it sits on, but I will never truly own my chunk of dirt and neither does he-who-has-me-bent-over-a-barrel.

The land will be here long after I am gone. I am just taking space upon it for the time being.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

My Love Affair with the Old West

My daughter asked me the other day why I have been watching a lot of westerns lately.

I told because they rock! And with that ended the longest conversation I had with her in a month.

I got to thinking about it though, and the easy answer is because there is a dedicated Encore Westerns channel on Comcast.

It’s more than that though.

Before the discovery of Dungeons and Dragons there were westerns. In my day that was as escapist as you could get. I watched these films with the same rapt attention I would later turn to space operas. For me these were the landscapes I wanted to be in.

I grew up on farm and camping beneath the stars was a weekend activity in the summer. I would lay there on my bed roll and cowboy hat dreaming of riding into that frontier. This was all at a time of humanities greatest journeys into the night.

I come from a long line of gunfighters. I have ancestors on both sides of Mason-Dixon, and for the kin out west both Native and European. I couldn’t watch a John Wayne flick without some relative waxing poetic about what my line was doing back then. I miss those days of rich oral histories.

Then I discovered girls, beer and Dungeon and Dragons! Me and my geeky running mates lapsed into our own styles and I was of course the Cowboy. They were the punker, the ninja, the soldier, the princess, and a whole host of other one-named tags. Westerns were shown less and less, wither that or I was watching less and less TV and spending less and less time alone. Well all of those things to be honest.

Now that I am older, with descendents making their own way into the world, I have a little bit of time to fall back into my altered dreamland. I’ve even started writing a novel. It’s a sci-fi western.

You can’t take the cowboy out of me as long as I can still see the stars.

Friday, June 18, 2010

WHEN I win the lottery

I am going to, by priority:

-Pay off my debt.

-Split the winnings four ways between the kids, their mother, and myself.

-Set up trust funds to pay fo the kids, and all of my nephews and nieces colleges.

-Fix up my frined Jays house.

-Help out my friend Mark with his debt load.

-Buy my own house with a pool and a workshop.

-Match whatever I pay for a new car with a donation to the Wounded Warrior fund.

-Take my friends on a cattle drive/dude ranch.

...and probably have to keep working after all of that.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Becasue every Star Wars Geek needs a cantina!

I love this place!

The Burrito Cantina at 22 Seminole Road in Atlantic Beach Florida.

Great food, good drinks, and including Jennifer the best staff anywhere!

I eat here like twice a week and you should too!

You can visit them online but the experience isn't going to be the same.

(904) 246-2000


Admitting you have a problem is the first step...

I love spacesuits!

There I said it. Over the years I have written many writings about spacesuits and my utter fascination, ne... fetish, for them. Sadly, over the course of time and periods of manic iHousekeeping I purged those writings from several blogs journals and what not with out saving or backing them up.

Professionaly I work with aviation life support and survival systems. Parachutes, life rafts, survival kits and items, ejection seats, and oxygen systems so it is understandable that I would have a affinity for spacesuits.

It all started when I was a kid. Robert Heinlien's Have Spacesuit Will Travel. I made my first spacesuit when I was 12 and it freaked my mom out when she saw me wandering around the house it it. She thought I was an alien. Personally I think that proved I was adopted, much to her persistant protestations!

I wanted to travel. I wanted out of Ohio and my imagination was the ticket out. Yet curiosity to this day drives me so I have compliled books and drawings and blueprints about spacesuits. As far as real space science and engineering goes I have more source material concerning this topic that any other.

I am a fanboy too.... so I made my own. It's a work in progress.

Remaining true to my inner 12 year-old I wear this around the house to when no one is around. I am fat and a traditionalist so I stuck with making something akin to modern era ensembles. Emphasis on fat. If I was in better shape or not so sqemish about tight clothing I would have made a replica of a Mecanical Counter Pressure spacesuit.

MCP's maintain the needed pressure to ward off a whole host of physiolgic atrocities. They do that by being skin-tight and using the suit and not what is in it to perform it's function. Traditional spacesuits are a bladder you wear that inflates to create the atmosphere to work in.

I found this picture at The Original Rocket Dungeon, ( )a site I am falling in love with and resonates with me on so many levels.

Here we have a traveller with her spacesuit and rocket.

Yes.. I've already admitted to being a fanboy, but there is a loose and tepid connection to this subject. Bathing suits are made from Lycra/Nylon which is the same material that Liquid Cooling and Ventalation Garment (LCVG) that astronauts wear under thier spacesuits to maintain a constant body tempeture are made out of.

The most exciting part of travelling for me is packing. Packing is the essence of adventure! The things I take are indicitive of the events I am going to be partaking! If it's the back pack and tent I am packing I am camping. If I am crating my telescope I am plannig on stargazing.

If I had to prep a spacesuit... it means I am going to space. That excites me!

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Belated Geek Pride Day

So yesterday , the 25th of May, was and is Geek Pride Day. I did not know this until it was almost all over, but since I geek all the time anyways it wasn’t a day without celebration. It was also Towel Day in celebration of the life of Douglas Adams, but bad geek moment I had no towel.

None the less I take the day after to raise awareness of Geek Pride Day and pass on a couple of things that I did that was genuinely geeky yesterday.
First, I posted in the previous…erg… post the really awesome ad for Louis Vittian featuring Astronaut legends Sally Ride, Buzz Aldrin, and Jim Lovell. That posting was purely accidental and while I am opposed to geeks shilling for commercial enterprise I am not opposed to making spaceflight more socially aware.

Second, on Twitter, I proposed harnessing the power of geek and fighting the oil spill. Because I propose this under the auspices of Geekhood good works while done by many is an incredible social consciousness, when we do something we have to do it in costume. Ergo, I began the devolpment of a Zissou Society Chapter for Florida to be proponents of aquatic awareness, conservation, education, and advocacy. And to do it all in red caps.

From the Wikipedia site since I was trying to make up for my ignorance of Geek Pride Day I came across this.

Basic rights and responsibilities of geeks

A manifesto was created to celebrate the first Geek Pride Day which included the following list of basic rights and responsibilities of geeks.


1. The right to be even geekier.
2. The right to not leave your house.
3. The right to not like football or any other sport.
4. The right to associate with other nerds.
5. The right to have few friends (or none at all).
6. The right to have as many geeky friends as you want.
7. The right to be out of style.
8. The right to be overweight and near-sighted.
9. The right to show off your geekiness.
10. The right to take over the world.


1. Be a geek, no matter what.
2. Try to be nerdier than anyone else.
3. If there is a discussion about something geeky, you must give your opinion.
4. To save and protect all geeky material.
5. Do everything you can to show off geeky stuff as a "museum of geekiness."
6. Don't be a generalized geek. You must specialize in something.
7. Attend every nerdy movie on opening night and buy every geeky book before anyone else.
8. Wait in line on every opening night. If you can go in costume or at least with a related T-shirt, all the better.
9. Don’t waste your time on anything not related to geekdom.
10. Try to take over the world!

There my friends and readers I submit to you this day to prepare for next year along with the encouragement to bare your geek the year long through. Next year, I will have a towel.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Monday, May 17, 2010

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Golf for Astronomers!

So as you know a few days ago I joined Moon Zoo and started cataloging craters, mounds and other geologic features on the lunar surface as a volunteer citizen scientist.

Well... this morning at the driving range I dropped a bucket of balls into the sand trap to work on my bunker shots. By the time I got to the second ball I was starting to identify the various impact craters as "Fresh White" "Dark Halo" "Eroded" Boulder Trails".... Yeah I should have brought my camera.

Go to the link a few blogs back and check out Moon Zoo for yourself.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Pushing Metal.

I have a new bicycle. "New" meaning I bought it used off of one of the guys in my cycling club, when his wife bought him the mother of all road bikes. I love his wife. Because she spoiled him I got a much needed upgrade!

My old one has served me well, but we are no longer compatable for each other. I shall add her to my samll fleet of bicycles and take her off of the wall when I just want to bang around, but no longer will I be using her for these really long and fast runs we used to do.

No, my new ship is a Trek 1000 and a few minutes ago I installed the clipless pedals, and for the first time ever, clicked into the bike. Not slip my feet into the toe cages, but mechanicaly attatch myself to this machine. I nearly had an orgasm....

Because I think of bicycles as spaceships, you know this dear flolowers and lurkers, I can only relate the experience like this. In some space operas the ships pilot plugs his/her brain and nueral net into the ships computer. In this case I connect to my ship through the balls of my toes. I am the power plant, the guidance system, the sensor suite, and the communications system. My bicycle is the motor, the computer, flight controls, and the airframe. Where my feet connect to the pedals, that is the matter/anti-matter chamber. Thats where potential energy converts to kinetic and BAM!!! I am movining!

Before sitting down to write this I have spent the last half hour practicing engaging and disengaging the toe clips. I am sure some adjustments need to me made, but I will play with those on Sunday when I got out for the really long ride.

I look forward to this adventure!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

This explains a lot!

This explains why I am still married! We've been breaking everyone of these for years!!!

But in the end... does it all still mean you are happy about it?

Explore the moon. This time for real, really!

As we all know this entire blog started off as a guide for astronomers who camp, and then devovled into the externalisation of my internal monologs and other musings...

Well I am happy to say I am bringing the science back! I've blogged about the moon. Shared my daydreams about the moon. Now I am going to do more than look for Selenites. states,

The aim of Moon Zoo is to provide detailed crater counts for as much as the Moon's surface as possible. Unlike here on Earth where weather quickly erodes any signs of all but the most recent impacts, craters on the lunar surface stay almost until eternity. That means that the number of craters on a particular piece of the surface tells us how old it is. This technique is used all over the Solar System, but the Moon is particularly important because we have ground truth — samples brought back by the Apollo missions — which allow us to calibrate our estimates. Planetary scientists have always carried out this kind of analysis on large scales, but with your help and the fabulous LRO images then we should be able to uncover the finer details of the Moon's history.

This is unprecidented! I have already regestered!

Additionally on the exploration front...

NASA has a program called Analogs which tests proposed equipment in extreme environments. One of these projects is called NEEMO or the NASA Extreme Environment Missions Operation project in conjunction with the University of North Carolina at Wilmington, and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric center.
They operate out of the only undersea laboratory left in the world, the Aquarius, in the Florida Keys. It’s kind of a scientific time share with the U.S. Navy and other communities.
I being a big fan of the sea and the stars have been following every NEEMO mission for the past few years and the point of this is to wish the new crew of NEEMO 14 the best of fun and good science over the next two weeks!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Something I needed to read.

So... Read this first.

The last paragraph
In our everyday life, we all believe we are alone fighting our battles, but we only need to look around to realize that, in these murky waters full of our demons and our struggles, we are all in the same boat.
This is something that has been in the far back of my skull. For some reason I have been sulking the last few days and it wasn't until I read this that I snapped out of it.

Thanks Arkelanor! You rock me!

Monday, May 10, 2010

God Speed Mr. Frazetta.

There are a lot of people who inspire me, my art, my imagination, and the general sense of adventure I get.

There are very few that influenced me. Influenced who I am.

Frank Frazetta was, is, one of them.

When I was very young I liked to put everything in a box, figuritivly and litterally, and it had to be that way becasue I could deal things better when they were someplace I knew and could control. It drove my parents and teachers nuts.

Then one day I discovered the illustrations of Frank Frazetta. Such fire, such passion, such UnContained talent! The entire width and bredth of the universe opened up for me in a few short moments!

Thank you Mr. Frazetta for helping me to see that there is more to the world than what I am actually looking at.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

My quote of the week.

Before we get to the brightest thing to be spewweed out of my skull this week let me reflect on this...

Coming back from a morning at the driving range at the Naval Station Mayport there was some clown walking down Mayport Road. An honest to God clown at 9:00 am walking down the street. Having been stationed at Mayport before and making frequent sojourns there over the past many months I am used to seeing wierdness there.

But I have never seen a clown. In the breif time I saw from the light I was stopped at he chatted up a couple of homeless guys, a group of people waiting on a bus and the button you push at a crosswalk in the vain hope it turns the lights for you.

Welcome to Saturday mornig Buzz Ryan!

I went to the vet hospital where I picked up most of the rescued animals in my care to get so special cat food, because most of the felines on my stead all have urinary issues and need a special food.

Plus I have a freind that works there. A very intelligent, energetic, possitive, and if I dare say HOT, freind. She asked me how it was going and I said my quote of the week. I guess it may make more sense if you know the context is which it flew out of my head.

I said, "If it wasn't for golf, bicycling, reggae, and God I would have lost my mind by now!"

Monday, May 3, 2010

Todays big OMG moment...

Today I had a headache and a slight sinus situation all day so I decided what I needed was some fresh air after being trapped in the hanger all day so I went to Windy Harbor after work.

The Windy Harbor Golf Club is the 18 hole gem on the Naval Base Mayport and where I will frequently drive balls from the wee hours in the morning til just before noon. They also have the BEST $3.50 breakfast plate anywhere!

Well this afternoon I am browsing through the pro shop and I finally did it. I bought golf shoes. Honest to God golf shoes! I guess it is official.... I am hooked.

Now if you will excuse me.... I have to go knit some club covers for my drivers.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way from the Point of No Return

So this afternoon I got a couple of fillings at the dentist. No Novocain or anything! It was awesome and the whole process went a lot faster because of it.

This meant I could go for a ride!

A couple of days ago on Twitter or someplace I mentioned getting a new road bike I was itching to try out and since Thursdays are the day I ride with my crew from work why not go solo today.

So okay... nothing sexy ever happens before you cross the Rubicon. When I write my great space opera I am going to open it up with being at the place where it is to late to turn around.

Which is how the rest of this blog is going to be.

17 miles out and I am at the Guana River State Park! This bike rocks! Smooth Tricked out. Seat isn’t killing my ass. I turn around and enjoy the wind to my back for the ride back to the house.

When I am riding I seriously try to believe I am on my spaceship blowing though the cosmos. This dear reader does not make me nuts. What does that is when I am swimming I try to imagining that I am spacewalking!

There is this interface between the open stretch of A1A and the back street that runs though The Sawgrass Country Club and The Ponte Vedre Inn and Spa called Micklers Landing. Micklers Landing is a county park with awesome parking and great beach access. It is also a very high traffic area.

So here I am riding a little to close to the shoulder. Well there wasn’t really a shoulder. It was the white line then the grass. So there I was to close to the edge when the car got a little to close to me. He had to deal with me and opposing traffic, so I lost. The front tire slipped off of the shoulder and I tried like hell to bring my vessel around but it went and conveniently I with it. I launched and rolled into the small ditch that is part of the retention pond system. Not to worry the vines kept me from rolling to far but they did secure me in a fashion that would make most Dommes proud! Problem is I was under a low lying largish variety of indigenous flora. So I am looking up at the bike in the tall grass not seeing any sign of the road.

I should mention at this point I kinda chose to stay tied up in thorny vines while I was waiting for my wind to return and trying to decide if I wrecked my rotator cuff again.

By the time I got disentangled and crawled out of the muck the gentleman that really didn’t have much to do with me winding up in a mini swamp had turned around was trying to help me up. The funny thing is evidently I had an audience when I frapped in! There were three other vehicles pulled over the side of the road. Of them only one of their occupants had bothered to exit his vehicle. When the other two saw me walking on my own they left. Kinda irked me. I was only good enough for you to stop, but not actually do anything for????

I fixed the bike. Cleaned the mud off, and got my butt back to the ranch.

Then the really amazing thing happened!!!

It’s not that I felt I was bullet proof that I was riding as fast as I could the last 15 miles. It was the pain and stiffness we starting to make their presence felt. As I am writing this in preparation for its eventual posting I am dining on a cocktail of Ibuprofen and left over prescription strength pain reducers… I think. Whatever they are they are crushed and dissolved in a bottle of fierce watermelon Gatorade. Thank God for MS Word and spell and grammar check.

So her we go!!!! I would suffer a hundred more wrecks to fell this again! It was perfect!

There reached a point on a long straight stretch of road that the wind was perfectly at my back not one degree off in either direction. So I kicked my speed up and suddenly all was still.

Very still.

The air stopped moving across my skin. Even though I was moving at 18 miles an hour there was nothingness. No sound. No pain. The sky was brighter and bluer. My senses we overloaded and underwhelmed. I was transcendent. I broached time and space, and everything stood still. For a few brief monuments there was nothing, but there was everything.

Dude…. It was magical

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I am Going to Lose Guy-Points...

So I am Googling and Yahooing "Spacesuits", Space Suits", "Moonsuits", "Moon Suits", and "SuitSat One" images becasue I just have a thing for this... and I kept getting images of various bathing suits instead. I am not really complaining. The LCVG (Liquid Cooling and Ventilation Garment) worn under all of todays spacesuits is made from the very same material that swimsuits of all varities are made from today.

There is a skintight spacesuit under develpoment also called the Mechanical Counter-Pressure (MCP) suit that is more agile, and less figure flattering....

... so yeah It was real distracting ....

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

To Epic Not To Share

God and Kims parents made her and I thank them all for that and to her for being part of this picture!

The photograph was taken and post edited by Bob and Mary at Red Velvet Photography!

The steampunk inspired bikini, the steamkini and the dive suit were both made by me.

Inspiration goes to the brilliant visionary that is Jules Verne.

Best part.... You can't see me becasue I am in the suit!

Enjoy my frineds! Enjoy!

Monday, April 26, 2010

"Kill the bad guy. Save the girl. Steal a spaceship!"

Picture if you will... you have just successfully lead a revolt of alien miners on a far away planet. One that you crashed your ship into weeks before and thrown into the pits with.

Your allies, aren’t. Your enemies, still are. Your rescued miners need constant adult supervision. She-Whom-You-Were-Hoping-To-Get-Hooked-Up-With, was just taken away to another planet by your Nemesis.

The conversation went like this:

Fellow Earthman (Who thinks you are nuts, wishes you wouldn’t have started the revolt, and now wishes you would stop taking credit for it’s success): What do we do now?!?!?!?!”

You swagger, looking for a way off this planet and onto the next: Kill the bad guy. Save the girl. Steal a spaceship!

Fellow Earthman: Who do you think you are?!?!?!? Steven Seagal!?!?!?!?

You: No! I’m Benny Leibowitz!

Thus was the climax of this years Live Action Role Play of Stargate SG-1 hosted by Stargate Atlanta this year. With in the next our after this exchange I was captured, tortured, and got blown up taking out an alien battle tank and its soldiers.

Still… accomplishing zero out of three ain’t bad! Getting tied to a chair and beaten with Nerf clubs was just icing on the cake. Grin… something I learned in Boy Scouts was it isn’t a great camping trip until someone gets tied to a tree!

I will shut up and let the pictures that can be found at do the talking.


Kill the bad guy...

Got him right where I want him!

...Save the girl...

Of course she may have objections to her rescue....

...Steal a Spaceship.

It may look like a hihgly-advanced tactical space fighter but it drives like a golf cart!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Planet Space!

I am now on!

From what I have seen is a Ning (The same service that provised for my Steampunk Empire and Daytona Beach Browncoats groups) social network site for space enthusists. Most of the activity at the moment seems to be spammers who sign up to pimp perfumes, but there are quite a few members who work in the feild and fellow citizen-scientists.

If you ahve an inkling.... go check it out!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

So this is why I am so damn happy!!!!!

So I have spent the better part of the evening chasing a subject I stumbled across... Smoking causes depression.

So oky, maybe not in everyone but from what I read it does so in a significant portion of those that do. My guess is since depression runs in my family in the first place the practice found sound purchase.

Without going into a lot of pull quotes and an extesive bibliography, from whay I have read this totally explains why I have been happy as a lark since I went through the process and finally stepped off the patch.

I mean there are some signifcant aspects of my life that truely suck, but I am just bouncing through life right now! I mean I am really, realy happy!

Thanks for letting me let that out!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

My Art.

I shouldn't say it is my art. I made the costumes, and I was one of the models, and I played around in post with the images, but My darling Kim Prevatt helped wear my wears and bring a soul to the piece, and Adam Whites incredible photography made it so much easier to capture the image.

Most of all to the unknown artist who made the background and posted it up as a creative commons item for all to share. Thank you for your generosity.

Please enjoy this ensemble effort.


Monday, April 19, 2010

Last Nights Migraine Attack.

I should honestly consider it a sad state of affairs that when I get a migraine attack there will come a point that I will out of a sense of tradition pray for death, and as the custom with the ritual accept that it will not come and I just have to lay there suffering the pain of the light, the assault of sound, and the general feeling of being trapped in my own skin.

Good news is I usually wake up feeling good to be alive. Except this morning when my daughters mother goes off wondering if I am going to go to work or not, in which case I am feeling pretty good I have a job to go to.

I did a photo shoot Saturday that was so freaking awesome! I was invited by a very dear friend of mine to join her and a few other models and photographers at a wonderful Victorian mansion. I thank you soooooo much for that Lady Rosetta!

I haven’t shot anything since December when I was 20 pounds lighter, but now I am a happy fat man so I sang, and danced, and quoted Shakespeare throughout the shoot! At one point I was talking smack with some photographers that specialize in boudoir photography. I may have said something like, “Yeah… Anyone can take great pictures of naked hot girls… how well do you think you can do with a 46 year old naked fat man?” So they did. Sorta… In the modeling biz darlings it is called an implied nude. No one really wanted the full Monty if you know what I mean. So there I was in a very tastefully decorated century old boudoir in a muddy pair of rubber boots and a red beanie cap! A carefully placed red beanie cap. (Earlier I was standing in a marsh getting out door pictures taken of my 20,000 Leagues under the Sea inspired diving suit)

Because when I model anymore it is to get very good quality pictures of the various costumes I create and not so much fashion I also did a great set with my Jedi suit because the only other male model showed up with a Darth Vader suit. We got a ton of pictures of us having lightsabre battles in the streets of St. Augustine. That and playing basketball with one of the lady models.

But yesterday… jeez.. somewhere between doing the colors and the darks during my standard Sunday laundry fetish activities the mild beat of distant drums got much closer and then the Zulus, normally bunch of guys I love and respect, started running rampant in my skull. I didn’t pray for death until they started partying with the Apaches. (This should be taken as a warning not to fall asleep watching The Deadliest Warrior)

But you know what? It is good to be alive! I just read a report on how nicotine is linked to depression. Here I spent all of these years smoking because I thought nicotine was my anti-depressant! There were times I actually started smoking again because I thought it would help me get me over a slump. Talk about using an anchor to help you float!

Bummer too. I didn’t get to golf yesterday.

But by the grace of God, smokes and migraine can’t stop me from being alive enough to see The Big Bang Theory tonight and play golf this Friday.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010


I saw a fat guy in the miror this morning and spun around ready to defend myself and noticed the only thing standing there was the towell rack.

Hmmmmm... So I weighed myself and I am at 190 pounds. I have never, ever weighed this much, and you know what? I am still pretty happy. I don't smoke, I am much more active than I have ever been, and I am almost 50 years old. Still pretty happy? Hell...I am very happy!

Not only is it good to be alive, it's good to be me!

Monday, April 12, 2010

Pure Sexiness.

It’s Yuris Night!

In this age explorations are only done if there is a profit margin involved or there is a reality show being filmed let us take the opportunity to celebrate when adventure was fresh, and done for the sake of doing it!

Today is the anniversary of the historic broaching of our terrestrial bonds by Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Gargarin in 1961, and there are parties all around the world that are celebrating that! In the United States alone there are multiple celebrations! Check them out at

I spent my celebrations this weekend re-enacting Stargate SG-1 with my fellow geeks. But you can either attend family friendly events or even a cocktail party at the Astronauts Hall of Fame in Titusville Florida tonight! No matter what you do tonight go outside and look up. Look up and tell yourself, “We’ve been there. We are there to stay.”

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I'm heading for space!

It is unfortunate circumstance that I am not actually getting on a rocket and heading up. I am getting in a VW Bug and driving to Atlanta for the annual Stagate Atlanta Live Action Role Playing game!

Yep. I am going to spend the weekend playing make-believe spaceman!

This is an awesome event. A huge part of it is the puzzle and problem solving. That and not having the other characters try to kill you.

The food is great and the copany couldn't be better! I am looking forward to being the guest in the home of my frineds Ben and Leslie, and having much geeky goodness!

Be well my friends!


I watched probably the best movie I have seen in the last couple of years last night with my youngest. At first I thought it would be much the same pre-teen grist that Disney grinds out, but I was entirely wrong.

The film is called “Bandslam”. I highly recommend it.

None the less, after a rather traumatic confrontation for our protagonist, he comes to question everything he knows about people and the subject of if you can actually change or not. If we are hardwired to be the way we are at any given point then what is the point of living the rest of our lives?

My response to this was even though significant aspects of my world truly suck… I have a great life! I don’t mind it being wired this way too much! This I do know, it is the way I have tried to shaped it into being.

I believe in chaos more than I do order. I can’t remember anyone telling that is the way things are meant to be when something good happened. I can not believe we are who we are because that is the way it is. Unless you let yourself become that person, but I like to think we are a little more proactive in becoming who we are. So, okay… I will buy settled over hardwired.

What kind of made this all so poignant is a guy at the plant I work at died this week. My age, great shape, upper management. Now dead. Heart attack at his desk. Normally I take this kind of thing hard and start looking at my own mortality, but not this time. Since I started cleaning up my act I don’t fear Grim the Reaper as much which has me wondering if it’s not death I was afraid of but living?

Do you know what I want right now though? I want to feel sexy. I feel healthy, I feel energized, I know I am fairly handsome. I just don’t feel sexy... wanted.. desired! I guess it is becasue I am to tired from trying to put two young adult women through college.

LOL… You know, I am alright with that. Now, how weird is that????

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A little night music…

She sings me to sleep, but at some point gets me up again.

I give you the uncompromising majesty that is the lovely and talented Diana Krall.

Monday, March 22, 2010

60 Days.

Today is 60 days without a smoke! Two days ago I finally weaned myself off of the patch which is why over the weekend I went sports crazy. I played a lot of golf, I ran, I rode my bicycle with slight incident 25 miles, and costume geekage, and knitted club covers for my drivers.

I feel really good!

Friday, March 19, 2010

How was your day, Dear?

Normally I am loathe to just write nonsensically about the little things that go on in my life. I like looking at the macrocosm that makes up my fluid operating system.

But today I had the day off and the house to myself. The kids went to Disneyland and took their mother with them. So what did I do….?

-Woke up!
-Made coffee and a breakfast burrito!
-Sat in the sand and greeted the Sun as she made her way skyward.
-Non-Fished for a couple hours. (I don’t like eating fish so I don’t use hooks, but I still go through all the motions!)
-Picked up medicines for the Mother-in-law.
-Took the meds across town to her house and dropped them off. It wasn’t a strain to be pleasant today!
-Stopped by Harbor Freight, Radio Shack and Lowe’s for a new geeky costuming project I am working on!
-Went to the Windy Harbor Golf Club, hit a couple buckets of balls, practiced my puts and played the back nine!
-Went to the Viet Nam Vets Thrift Store and scored an old back pack! The pack it self is rotted but the aluminum frame is in awesome shape! I have the material to make a new pack and lumbar pad and it will be awesome!
-Ran four miles.

I am finally home. I have fed the animals and now I have to clean the house and change the cat litter. After that I am assassinating a large pineapple/ham/onion I have coming from Pizza Hut.

So tell me… how was your day, Dear?

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

It’s the end of the world….

I didn’t realize that in the aviation industry we had fashion faux pas.

I have had three guys, two mechanics and a pilot ask me why I was wearing a Ghostbusters ball cap and an Green Lantern sweat jacket. If only they knew what underwear I had on….

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

My Tribute to the Greatest Actor of All Time.

James Hong.

In watching Balls of Fury again the other night I got to reflecting on how fearless a performer James Hong is. I sat there for a long time afterwards thinking about his body of work and I couldn’t believe it. Naturally one turns to the IMDB to verify such things, and he was in things I completely forgot about.

You know, some of the flicks he was in were not the greatest, but he was never, ever, bad in them. (Operation Golden Phoenix. Not a bad action flick, but he played his role dead on, South Beach Academy, played for yucks, but you still feel the emotional underpinnings of the part.) His work is sterling through out!
According to IMDB he has been in almost 350 works. He has portrayed, funny, evil, diabolical, dramatic, and the whole gamut of the human experience, and in ever single instance where I have seen him he was also believable. I can’t say that for most of those that share his craft.

He has been called one of the greatest Asian-American actors of our time, but the thing is I have a very hard time seeing any ethnicity at all. Sure it is obvious where his ancestry is at, but he doesn’t shove it thought you face. He is who he is. No hype. No insults to my intelligence telling me this is who he is. Unlike Will Smith who constantly makes a point of reminding of his ethnic origins even though it is pretty apparent to me.

Maybe it was because he didn’t come to the craft until later in life. After being born and raised in Minnesota, getting a degree in civil engineering and working in L.A. designing roads. I would love it one day if there was a James Hong Highway.
Now as an acting coach he is still paving the way for talent out there. Jeez… if I had a lick of talent in me I’d be a proud devotee of his schools!

I thank you Mr. Hong for your body of work and I look forward to everything you do in the future.

Sunday, March 14, 2010


After watching the latest... ummm.... special from the SyFy network I would have to say they achieved the same level of sub-par film making they usually do. Which is a shame becasue I really, really, really wanted to like this film!

To be fair, I only caught the last hour of the show, as I was delayed getting back to my digs. I liked that they film a movie set in Mexico, in Mexico. Generally Mexico looks a lot like Vancouver on SyFy. I hope they continue to go south for production purposes. I really liked the actress Iva Hasperger! I thought she had a lot of potential and in the future I would really love to see her as more of an action heroine type. Eric Balfour.... not so much.

Roger Corman makes a nice cameo! I didn't think the Dinoshark looked to bad wuring the underwater sequences. Obviously there were some extra suspension of disbelief going on wiht the computer effects integrated into the actuals. But not bad. At least with the dinoshark you can tell they tried.

All in all.... Far superior to Gosford Park! If Dinoshark shows up at Wal-Marts $5.00 bin I will most likely score it.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Thank God! Some Geeks Get It Right!

You know... there are lots of people who do good works. I don't thing good works get enough air time or media coverage. I can go and get all of the sensationalized accountings of sex, and greed, and corruption I want to for free from Fox News, but I have to pay for content from The Good News Network.

I always see someone doing something nice for someone or the community because I keep my eyes open and my preconceptions at rest. When I read the papers I look at the community events section to see what organization has what going on and there is a lot of great stuff going on.

But I am a geek.

Being a good guy in this world that the mass media muckrakers would not have me believe is really a great place to live isn't weird enough for me. I need to do it in costume.

So I was reading the other day about how many units of blood was donated at Dragon Con last year and how much money was raised and I started noticing things.

Ghostbusters that actually hunt ghosts.

Real Life Superheroes. I found this group when I was looking up alternative superhero characters. It turns out the only thing that makes these good people who do good deeds any different than other good people who do good deeds are they do it in costumes of their own design. Much like fictional supers wear disguises to hide their identities so do they.

There is the 501st arguably one of the greatest costuming fan groups out there, but all of the good work they do isn’t based around what their genre is all about. They do not actively suppress a rebellion and destroy planets and part of their activities.

There are also the Can’t Stop the Serenity events that various Browncoat organizations have going on to support Equality Now. Still they don’t fly around in spaceships sticking it to the man. Good works still, but not conducted as the basis for their inspiration.

In my heart of hearts what I would desperately love to do was set up a Zissou Society team that not only added to the established mythology as set forth by The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, but did real oceanic ecologic activities also! I imagine a crew in red hats and Speedos cleaning up a beach, or taking acidification readings and analysis of marsh lands.

Truth be told, all of this has my head spinning. I just see so many ways to go with this train of thought. It is not that I believe it is the responsibility of every sci-fi costume geek out there to have to do something productive with their wears. It’s not. It is a purely personal reason to do what ever they wish. It is just for me I believe that the most important element you can put into a costume is the mind, body, and spirit of it’s occupant. If you are going to be a hero, then be a hero damn it! I didn’t notice this, but on days when I am wearing my Green Lantern sweat jacket I am much more perky, agreeable and all over the place helping out. This was brought to my attention by the guys I work with and confirmed by family and friends. I may actually put on my Zissou suit and go and pick up trash on the beach someday soon.

You will be kept posted…..

Thursday, March 11, 2010

7 mg

This morning. a couple of hours ago I placed a 7 mg nicotine patch on. I am on the next to last step of my smoking cessation program. The last step being remaining tobacco free for the rest of my life.

While my plan isn't a raging sucess at this point as I have not solved my finacial woes, lost a whole lot of weight, and don't look Hollywood hunky yet progress is being made, but I count as a major success is I haven't smoked!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

The Man-Child in Winter


The hardest part about this whole Clean-Up-My-Life thing is the living within my means aspect. I will admit it. I like to buy things. I like to eat well. I love to get my geek on. What I have been doing is instead of running out and buying something then worrying about what I took money from, or if I should have spent it on my daughter is I write it down and try to budget it like I would any other bill.

There have been some small successes along the way and I just have to continue to live frugal, and look for ways to generate more income. I have a couple of opportunities I am exploring. Well one I already started on, and the other two I am strongly considering.

First off I am selling Advocare now. Advocare are nutritional supplements for athletes, people that want to loose a little weight, or anyone that really wants to just feel better. I have started using some supplements that help cleanse the body of toxins, and a product that encourages joint health.

I have high hopes for the joint health because quite frankly I am not young and I have had a lot of damage that is impeding my work outs. Most notably the knee I had surgery on, and the rotator cuff I tore that never healed the way it should have.

I will let you all know how it works out but first and foremost I want to see how the products work before I start selling them part time, and possibly sharing the wealth.

I am thinking about setting up a Café Press store. We all know I love to geek! Geeking rates right up there with good loving. I belong to an online community called The Steampunk Empire, and with in the empire I started a couple of groups. One is for the aficionados of the undersea world as inspired by 20,000 Leagues beneath the Sea, and another group that takes much glee in the Victorian visions of space travel. I created logos for these groups, made iron on transfers and produced a couple of t-shirts to see how they look. Pretty SWEET! In looking at Cafe Press, digging up some other designs I have come up with over the years I am pretty sure I can generate a small income, and unleash my creative spark but having this art printed on shirts, hats, mugs, and steins.

My other potential income opportunity I am not going to go into here….


I do have an appointment now with the FAA to receive my temporary license and get permission to take the Senior Parachute Riggers exam on April 16th.

I also stopped by the Post Office and picked up a passport renewal form!


I model as a hobby. I started of just goofing around with lifestyle and fashion work, but as my costume creations became, quite frankly, better made and more complicated I wanted decent pictures of them. So the last year it has been working my personal costume epics. In the beginning I needed modeling to show off my costume, but now I need costumes to further my modeling. Funny how that wheel spins!

Right now though I am involved with a Browncoat group. Browncoats being hardcore fans of Joss Whendons Firefly/Serenity productions. Once a year this group like many others put on an event called can’t Stop The Serenity, which creates a festival culminating with a showing of the film Serenity. All proceeds for the extravaganza go to Joss Whendon’s charity of choice Equality Now.

Equality Now supports human rights for women worldwide. Not just equal rights but the right not to be violated, of have their genitals mutilated or any number of heinous acts that are degrading and violent to women.

Naturally my geek is an immersion based geek so I have to create a character, costume, back story, and even some fan fiction. I am looking at ways to pull off a photo shoot also.

I am passionate about the film The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. This work speaks to me on so many levels. But mostly about a man who has had a full life and is coming into winter. Like the protagonist, I often find myself wonder what have I really accomplished. I know, he knows, and still have to consider if the life of being a Man-Child was all worth it.

So my Man-Child made a Zissou costume as soon as the film came out and haven’t worn it except to get pics in the backyard. (I even have a baby blue Speedo!) The other day I sat down with the DVD and cataloged ever marine creature, location, and major event in the film. Then I started looking for other Zissou fans to no avail. Recently I had a wonderfully talented model contact me through my wardrobe designer page on Model Mayhem wanting to collaborate on one of my costume epics and right now I have a fever to do a Life Aquatic photo shoot.

Because I have daughters Equality Now speaks to me. I never wish to see my children go through what many women around the world have to endure, and I spent the best parts of my life raising them to believe they can become anybody they want to without having to be a second class citizen and I believe between their mother and I we are successful.

Because I am a water baby, being a swimmer at times, a diver, the world’s worst surfer, a water survival instructor, a former volunteer at the Cousteau Society, and a retired Navy veteran I have a passion for the seas. What breaks my heart are marine mammal entrapments. Creatures that get caught in the garbage we dump in the oceans.

I won’t go into the specifics about this atrocity, but know that it is prevalent and that it is starting to affect human beings now too.

So if I can combine geek, art, and a social statement, then I will!


I am sorry I did what I did. Most of all I am sorry not so much for enjoying it but for not acting like I didn’t. I am sorry. It was never my intention to be malicious, or violating and for that there is a special place in Hell for me.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Wishing Upon Mars.

So the other night I was out trying to get a good look at our red neighbor with little luck. Light pollution was at its worst for some reason and as much as I would have LOVED to leave the driveway I had an appointment coming over to the house.

But in looking at Mars with the naked eye, wishing I was there, I decided on a couple of things.

This being the year I am changing my lifestyle and all, I should proabaly do a coulpe of things I have needed too. First off, I need a passport. Need that for a Mars trip after all.

Next, I am going to finally get my FAA Senior Parachute Riggers Ticket. I've been covered by a contract for years to do what I do, but I think it is now time I get my external bonifides in order. Not that I need that to go to Mars, but there have been plenty of parachute systems intrumental in delivering our earthborne mecha there.

New blog I am in love with! Undrowning. you can find it on my links, but I often feel like the author does. Except she uses swimming a the catharsis for her growth. Which brings me to a movie I am in love with, The Big Bad Swim. Fantastic small film that deals with issues the same way.

Then there is The Competitive Girls Swim Team Vs. The Unliving Dead....

Friday, February 26, 2010

I Dare YOU!!!

Even if you do not play role playing games that do not involves MMORPG, I dare you in this little social experiment I found on the Geeks Are Sexy Blog;

Go out and buy an RPG book, or borrow one, but for the love all things geeky get out there and give it a whirl! I plan on camping my keester at Starbucks with a well used copy of Spaceship Zero.

Like the sponsers of this event I am curious about the reactions you get also!


February 28th - March 6th
July 25th - 31st
September 26th - October 2nd

Read An RPG Book in Public Week is an event that happens three times a year, during the weeks surrounding March 4th, July 27th, and October 1st (starting on the Sunday on or before, and ending on the Saturday on or after). During these weeks, roleplaying enthusiasts are encouraged to take their favorite RPG rulebooks out with them and read them in public - on the bus, in the coffee shop, at lunch, at the park, or anywhere (as long as it isn't disruptive to work, school, church, or any other functions).

What's the point?

The point is to make the roleplaying hobby more visible, to get it "out of the basement" and into public areas where more people can see it. This will make others more aware of the hobby - some may ask you what your book is about, giving you the opportunity to explain the hobby to them. A few of those may be interested enough to try it themselves. Former gamers may see what you're reading and think about the great times they used to have with roleplaying, and possibly even try it again.

What book should I read in public?

It's your choice. Personally, I like to choose books with nice covers that catch the eye of bystanders. One of the great things about RPG rulebooks is the incredible artwork that can be found on most of the covers. I've read books like Nobilis in public places and have always had someone comment on them.

Try to stick to more tasteful RPGs. Most people who aren't familiar with the hobby might not see the humor in Kill Puppies for Satan or Kobolds Ate My Baby, at least not right away. Don't read something that will obviously offend most of the people in the environment (such as reading Demon: The Fallen in a church). Sure, these games are as fun and harmless as the others, but it's counterproductive to the purpose of this project.

Why three weeks? Why not just one?

The problem with annual events is that they're so far apart. If you miss one, you've got to wait a whole year for the next one. Since this event is so simple to participate in, I wanted to make it frequent enough that anyone could join in, even if they've recently missed it.
Why these three weeks?

March 4th was designated as GM's Day in 2008, and was coincidentally the same day that E. Gary Gygax, the co-creator of Dungeons & Dragons, passed away. July 27th is Gygax's birthday, and October 1st is the birthday of Dave Arneson, the other co-creator of Dungeons & Dragons. It is also common for the American Library Association's Banned Book Week to happen on or close to this week - and RPG books have been banned from some schools and libraries in the past due to many misunderstandings about their content and nature, which is the exact sort of thing that this event is hoping to clear up.

Why a special event? Can't I do this whenever I want?

Sure! Do it all the time! That would be awesome! The point of the event is to encourage gamers to make their hobby more public, to answer questions that non-gamers may have, and to generate interest in others who may want to try it for themselves. Making it an event like this encourages people to participate. If they continue to do likewise the rest of the year - maybe even going as far as PLAYING some RPGs in public - more the better!

But I already read RPG books in public all the time!

Great! Keep up the good work!

I read an RPG book in public and I have a great story to tell about what happened. Would you like to hear it?

Of course! Email it to me at so I can share it with everyone on the Escapist Blog. Send me pictures of you reading an RPG book in a public place, share your stories of where you did it and what happened (good or bad) - just remember to let me know if I have permission to post any pictures and stories on the blog, and if you would like me to change any of the names or locations for privacy reasons.

Other than reading an RPG book in public, how can I help promote this event?

Mention it on your blog or website, with a link to this page. If you like, you can use the following banner or button to help promote the event. I may even work up a print flyer for conventions and other events, if there is enough interest in such a thing.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Praise from My Peers.

Peer recognition is a wonderful thing. For me I put a lot of time into crafting and creating my own little chunk of the Steampunk world. I build costumes and props. I write cheesy little bits of fiction, but by far I spend most of my time developing an infrastructure of like minded fellows and ladies to build their mythologies on.

One of the leading Steampunk Bloggers smiled upon us yesterday, and was highly complementary to the work my crew at the Steampunk Empire site has been doing.

I say “Thank you Dr. Rafael Fabre and the Heliograph Blog for looking our way.” And I ask everyone look at the above link, and follow it to our group The Sons and Daughters of Nemo.


Monday, February 22, 2010

You Can't Take the Sky from Me.

So.... I scanned a bunch of my action guy pics this weekend so I could talk a lot of smack on a board I belong to, but a funny thing happened.

I forgot how beautiful the world can be when you are suspended above it. Even if it is in New Jersey.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Cowford Steampunk Fanfic.

The Strange Days of Winslow Beggley.

When Winslow Beggley disappeared into the lost worlds of the West Africa it he was gone from society for almost four years. When the next time he disappeared for almost four years it was only from the time he went to sleep and awoke few days later.

It was hard on most spectators to take in an overly active man approaching middle age. In a way shouldn’t he be comporting himself according to his years and his station? It was even harder when you were that energetic pre-ancient. In particularly when his secret mutant power was looking much younger than he really was. Winslow always had the feeling people looked at him like an irrational youth instead of one with years of wisdom and experience. He was perpetually bored and not a single day went by that he didn’t wish he was running near naked through the jungles of the Dark Continent.

So one day Dr. Chronotis asked him to accompany him on a journey, and he jumped at the chance! They journeyed to a world far away a long time from now, and an adventure was to be had. On their way back to Cowford Florida of 1889 Winslow felt a pang of curiosity and asked if they stop in the future Cowford so he could see what would become of this town.

This is when things took a left instead of a right on the vectors of time and space. In the mid 1960s Winslow got separated from Chronotis, and spent the next three years living as Jim Morrison, the famous front man of The Doors. He ended up becoming best friends with Jimi Hendrix and in the end they saved the planet, not only from the perfunctory alien invaders, but also demonic overlords, and resurrecting the Aztec Empire which historians would site as the major exodus of Americans sneaking into Mexico in the early 21st century.

Still, eventually he did get homesick. He had left behind brothers, sisters, and a passel of nephews and nieces he was fond of. He was also armed with the knowledge that he and a stunningly beautiful woman were to be the first people to settle on the moon. Now if that wasn’t a Dark Continent he didn’t know what else there would be!

By the time Chronotis found him the sex, alcohol, sex, drugs, sex, concerts, sex, and more sex were just beginning to take its toll on the adventurer. The Time Lord assisted him in returning back to the time the real Jim Morrison died and he assumed his life, and returned, then deposited the deceased American poet in a Paris hotel room and made one stop before returning to Cowford of 1889.

They stopped in the medieval era to retrieve the Vice-Mayor of Cowford, Professors Fate and Foto who were engaged in some unknown endeavor. While there Winslow, who was now insisting upon being called Jim Morrison, sang, fought, danced and wooed the women of ancient times.

Finally all parties were returned to their proper place and their proper time and Winslow, now Jim, slept for three days. All at the Beggley Manor were quite concerned when he did rouse and found naked in the kitchen one morning singing “L.A. Woman” preparing a very big breakfast.

Then again, maybe things were not so different after all.

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Changing My Lifestyle Update!

I quit smoking today.

Starting my every other day run this week has helped out a lot. Mostly becasue I needed the body and the mind to be in agreement that something had to give, and the habit would be missed.

I have done pretty good with keeping the eating under control. I feel kind of guilty about last night though. When I got done running I was starving, and my daughter hadn't eaten yet so I took her to Subway. Now this sound rather beniegn but the fact of the matter is I violated my pact to live within my own means and to save half my meals for the next day. I dug out a credit card and stopped by Walgreens before we went to Subway becasue I neede to buy nicotine patches.

Today has been scheduled to be my quit day. The supplies my employer is sending me won't be here until Tuesday next week, so my choice was to put off my quit day or spend someone elses money at a high rate of interest. There was no way I was going to be able to not do my quit day today. It is too entrenched in my head to do other wise.

So I got a foot long meatball with extra pickles and black olives. When we got home I went ahead and packed up half of it for lunch today, but ended up eating it none the less. I am still maintaining that the diet aspect of the plan is going to be the hardest.

So there I am, the end of my first week of the plan, and the begining of my first day with out a smoke.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Anthropologic Significance of Hotel Swimming Pools

Yeah… so…. This blog started off as something completely different but I ditched it to write this. I kept the title because I loved it so much though. Besides I figure no one reads this blog anyways so I can get away with anything!

Smoking is the worst habit I have, but to break it I have to do a few other things first. Please keep in mind my quit date is January, 22 2010.

Not to make myself feel special or anything but over the years I have come to believe that this is much more complicated that it is. It is one thing to identify the triggers, but if I don’t do something about the trigger before hand it’s gonna pack a wallop when it hits.

So here is my plan.

1- Quit Smoking:
a- I joined a corporate sponsored program that is providing me with a coach, and materials to assist me in this effort. Truth be told this is the part that sounds the simplest and in a way it is.
No cigars, no cigarettes, and I can forget about ever becoming a pipe smoker now that I have abused the privilege.

2- Work on the Body:
a- Loose fat.

I recently had a very good friend of mine who is a photographer tell me to loose some weight and tone up a lot. I have done some modeling or him in the past but there are a couple of ideas we have that require me to be less than clothed. I was embarrassed at first, but if I really want to pull these concepts and make great art, then he is right.

Ride- At least once a week. 30 Miles minimum.
Run- Start training and signing up for 5K’s again.
Swim- The Mayport Naval Base has a pool I can use for free since I am a retiree of course.

b- Add muscle.
I have been meaning to do this for years. When I belonged to the gym last year the personal trainer told me I didn’t have that much weight to loose. I was pretty lean because as I had quit smoking then too I was big into endurance sports. I had a closet full of t-shirts from all the 5K races I did. So lean wasn’t an issue. It still isn’t. Looking under-toned on the other hand….

Get my Gym membership back and do the weight training at least three times a week using the Body Change program. I’ve done this before and it worked out great while I was sticking to it. I can also use the treadmills if circumstances prevent an outdoor run.

c- Eat right:
This is the hard one. I love to eat. I love food! I don’t even eat for the enjoyment of it. I just eat to eat. My problem is I go into starvation mode then I rebound by gorging myself. Lacking any kind of core abdominal muscles it becomes pretty obvious that I did it to myself again.

The problem with gorging is that it is my biggest trigger. Every time I have started smoking again in the past it was after a big meal. I wish I could say if I never eat again I can remain nicotine free but I have to eat. I kind of need to if you want to live. Believe me, I want to live.

Control my cravings. Quit buying sodas and Reeces Cups every time I pass the gas station. While I am at it… Tornados and chili dogs from the said gas stations are not adequate meals either.
No gorging. It is alright if I eat out to put half of my meal into a doggy bag and save it for tomorrow. I do not have to eat the entire thing there. I also don’t have to play beat my brain. (It takes approximately 20 minutes for you stomach to signal your brain that it can’t take anymore. The trick is to pound down a whole rack of ribs and fixing before that happens. Just an example of course.
Plan everything I eat. This I do every day when I make my lunch for work in the evenings. All I have to do is expand that to cover the rest of the day and the weekends.

3- Get my mind right.
This is the hardest part of the entire process. When I teach survival I teach them that the mind is terrible thing. One a bad idea gets in there it blooms like ragweed. For me, my mind hates a void. It will fill in the details that are missing from anything. So when I get bored or restless, it resets to the worst possible ideas I can come up with. The trick is to stay ahead of myself, which for me is kinda tough as I am always like three sentences into the future before anything comes out of my mouth.

My secret mutant power is I don’t have ideas. I have plans! I spend a lot of time planning all manner of things in my head, and sooner or later they make their way to paper, and when the time is right… I do it. So instead of feeling bad about having big ideas I just need to get on with it. If I am the only person going along with my schemes then so be it.

Get re-acquainted with my spirituality. A long time ago I belonged to a support group, and I left them. I really need to go back there and just shut up and listen to what they have to say. I realize I am not unique in this world so I pretty much can learn everything I need to if I don’t let myself get into the way.
Learn to be at peace with myself. I introspect too much. I get to the point where I question everything that is going on in my head, and I should just stop and accept that is the way it is. I don’t know if anyone is familiar with the Serenity Prayer, but there is so much truth in that. I would probably sleep better at night if I said that to myself when I retire for the evening.
I need to start writing more. I have dusty journals, half a dozen short stories I have written, and a stack of lost travelogs I have been meaning to clean up a bit. It is more than that though. I need to get them published. I have about three friends that have been telling me I need to do that. Particularly my geeky short stories. I love to write. I love to create worlds or take off kilter looks at the one around me. It would make me happy to share that with the world.
I need to go back to college. I am two classes away from an A.A. degree in Professional Aeronautics at the Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. I am pretty sure once that is out of the way I can breeze into my
There is something about the winter months and the longer nights that causes my brain to shut down. This time of year is not a happy one for me. Last winter I belonged to a gym so I got out of the house a lot and I used their tanning beds. Something about the artificial sun made me feel good. I know I risk skin damage because of it, but I would rather look like dried jerky than have a mind that doesn’t want to function.

4- Fight Boredom.
I am the first to admit to a short attention span, and that I am easily distracted, or I get tired of things pretty fast. The thing is, there is so much in this world that fascinates me or intrigues me that I have some small talent for that I should never be bored. I have all of this written down in a book! I need to get tattooed on my arm READ THE BOOK just so that it will remind me to look at it when I start thinking about how bored I am. The sad thing is most of it is free. It won’t cost me a cent to get up and do it because I already have all of the materials to do it, and it all ties in with one of the four habits I need to change for a better life!

Forza-The Samurai Sword Workout. Yep. Got the boken and the backyard everything.
Montel Williams Body Change. For me it worked when I was following it to the letter. I fell apart when I stopped ardent adherence to the program. Oh… fuck it if the guys at the gym look at me funny because I have the book and a training and nutrition journal with me when I am working out.
Apache Knife Fighting! So I don’t know where to learn this but trying to find out will keep me pretty occupied.
Art! I am an artist of little skill, but it doesn’t stop me from cartooning, painting, drawing, sculpting, sewing and a few other things.
I am going back to that support group I have long abandoned.
I have to learn to live with in my means. It just isn’t financially which is a big deal right now. But also with in my emotional means. Just because I can offer a lot of love and attention, doesn’t mean anyone else is ready to receive it. I can not make anyone like me. I can not charm the world. I can wish them well though, and accept that is the way it goes sometimes. I spend too much money on things I can’t afford, and I spend too much effort trying to over come incompatibilities.
Embrace my fetishes. By fetish I mean something that you spend more time thinking about than it has value for. Pretty much this is my definition of fun. There are some things in this world that turn me on more than anything else. It is a pretty big list to, but something’s stand out on it. Id doesn’t make me evil or demonically possessed. It means I have exotic tastes, and I am willing to admit that now.

Lest I forget most of all... camp and star gaze more often.