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????