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Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Remembering STS-51-L: The final flight of the Challenger

Forty years ago today came the end of the childhood of my generation.

The space shuttle Challenger was blown to bits shortly after liftoff, taking with it the lives of seven of the best crew members that NASA has ever filled a mission with.


A few months earlier, I had read something fascinating: that those people who were old enough could remember where exactly they were when they heard about the attack on Pearl Harbor, and then when they heard about John F. Kennedy being assassinated.  And I wondered if there would ever be an event like that in my own life.

Challenger was such an event.  The first of too many.

Yes, I indeed remember that day forty years ago as clearly as if it were transpiring today.  I was eleven years old, going on twelve, in sixth grade at Community Baptist School in Reidsville, North Carolina.  I had just sat down at the table with my lunch when two classmates told me that the space shuttle had blown up.  I didn't believe them.  It was a cruel joke, I thought.  But they insisted that it happened.  And then I looked around at the other tables and overheard a lot of the other students saying "exploded" and "shuttle".

I looked down the length of our table, at our teacher.  I mouthed to her "Is it true?"  She quietly replied yes.

Every school then, it seemed, had its resident science geek.  At Community Baptist, that was me.  Everyone knew that I was a nut for science.  That I had a great interest in this space shuttle mission.  STS-51-L was the flight that was carrying Christa McAuliffe, the New Hampshire school teacher, into space.  There had been a lot of interested across the country and around the world in this mission.  January of 1986 was peak time for those of us with an astronomy/space exploration bent.  There was Halley's Comnet come around on its every-76-years visit to the inner solar system.  And a few days before the launch of Challenger there was the Voyager 2 flyby of the planet Uranus.  Many students and teachers had been asking me what I thought about all of these events taking place.  The Challenger mission was going to be the finest of all.

When we got back to class after lunch, Miss Martin confirmed with us what most had already heard.  Our school had no television sets in the classrooms so I could only imagine what it looked like.  A few hours later Mom picked my sister and I up from school.  She had one stop to make before we got home and I was eager to see for myself.  When we did get back, the very first thing I saw on the television, turned to the CBS affiliate in Greensboro, was an image of McAuliffe.  That was followed by pictures of the other crew members.

And then Dan Rather played the footage.  And I finally got to see the fiery fate of Challenger with my own eyes.

A short while later, President Ronald Reagan delivered a speech live from the Oval Office.  His remarks to the people of America, and especially the school children, is easily the greatest address by a president that I have ever heard...


I watched the speech.  Dad asked if I'd like to help bring some firewood down into the basement.  I told him yes, I would like to do that.  Anything to get my mind off of the real world.

Tuesday, January 28th, 1986.  The day that the youth of Generation X came to an end in the skies over the Atlantic off the coast of Florida.

And that is my account of the day.





Monday, January 26, 2026

The first (and last?) winter storm of the season is behind us

I feel kind of foolish now.  In preparation for what was being declared a disaster of massive proportions, I stocked up on a dozen cans of deviled ham and jugs of water and got ready for the worst.  The storm was supposed to hit mid-day on Saturday (two days ago) with snow and sleet, then become freezing rain with 1-3 inches of ice on all the exposed surfaces.  We were told to get ready to be trapped inside for the next three or four days.

Instead, there was a nice bit of snowfall yesterday morning about 1 a.m.  With below freezing temperatures it did make travel a bit hazardous.  But the much-ballyhooed thick sheets of ice never came about.  There was some rain yesterday evening but the system moved out of the area sooner than expected.   It also began warming a bit.  About 2 this morning the temperature was at 33 degrees Fahrenheit (just a tad above zero degrees for our friends using Celsius).

Temperatures are going to be climbing the rest of today.  I'm going to chance a short trip out in a little while and get some real food.

Anyway, here are some pics I took from the front and back doors of my house.  Not as impressive a snowfall as my friends and neighbors back in North Carolina got, but it was still nice...





Sunday, January 25, 2026

Another person dead in Minneapolis. Here's what happened...

Okay, I just took a look at the videos of what happened to one Alex Pretti yesterday in Minneapolis.  Pretti being the latest person to perish in the chaos that's happening there.

I won't pretend to have all the evidence/facts of the case.  But what it seems to me, at this hour anyway, is that Pretti got himself involved in a bad situation and the Border Patrol direly over-reacted.  That over-reaction was exacerbated by the presence on Pretti of a loaded firearm.

I think there're more than enough that went wrong in this incident to assign blame to practically everybody involved.  There are no clean hands or clean hearts in this matter.  No one can claim innocence.  This almost comes across as an event that was bound to occur and the buck happened to land on Alex Pretti.

As I've said on Facebook and elsewhere lately, too many times now, there are some people who are thriving off of the anger and hatred of our time.  Pretti was angry.  It clouded his thinking.  And it led to him being in a place he should not have been while possessing a gun.  It was like bringing a lit match into an oxygen tent.  It's simply something that no sane person *does*.

Pretti should not have been open carrying.  At least not going into the environment that he was placing himself in.  Tensions are high, emotions are running raw.  Bringing any weapon into that stew of hate is inviting disaster.  If Pretti wanted to protest, he could have done that without having a firearm on him.  What WAS he thinking??  

I don't like to use the term "collateral damage", I've hated that phrase ever since I first heard it years ago. But I'm trying my damndest to think of something that is more fitting with what took place yesterday.  Alex Pretti and the Border Patrol collided and his death is the result of that.  It didn't have to end like that.  He could have still been alive tonight, getting ready for another day on his job.

People, think for yourselves!  Stop being incited to anger and hatred.  Stop listening to the politicians and the news media and too many on social media!  They are leading you into bad places, doing bad things.  I know that some of you think you're fighting against fascism.  I've met victims of real fascism, many times during my life.  What is happening in America right now is NOT that.  The fact that we are freely discussing and debating this, without fear of having our doors knocked down in the middle of the night, is proof of that.  Maybe that kind of thing happens in Britain and other places in Europe, but not here (I digress however).

Alex Pretti is not a martyr for the cause and the Border Patrol/ICE are not the new incarnation of the Brownshirts.  This was a tragedy, an avoidable one, that resulted from too many terrible elements converging.  And that's all it was.

Thursday, January 22, 2026

The first trailer for Masters of the Universe promises big, dumb, and FUN!

Hot dang!  I have to see this when it comes out.  Masters of the Universe looks to be the most funnest movie that I would have beheld in a theater in too long a time.  And I will see this in a theater, Lord willing.  It's just... awwww man this is simply awesome!  It's like the Masters of the Universe figures that I had all together in a box, taken out and brought to glorious life.  Not sure about the "Earth angle" though, but I'm going to be more than willing to give this a chance.  Right now I want nothing more than the distilled essence of this trailer shot into my veins and giving me a hearty boost of magnificent.

Awright well enough of me blabbering on, here is the first trailer for Masters of the Universe: a film that dares to be better than we possibly deserve:


"I HAVE THE POWER!!!!"

I wonder if Dolph Lundgren will get a cameo in this.  He did play He-Man in that very peculiar Masters of the Universe movie from 1987 after all.  Maybe he can play King Randor.

Wednesday, January 21, 2026

Where Tammy and I were nine years ago...

This photo popped up in my Facebook memories this morning and I thought it was worth sharing for its overwhelming cuteness value:


This was in our hotel room in San Diego, California, on the afternoon of January 21st, 2017.  My miniature dachshund Tammy and I had come back from the dog beach on Coronado Island.  I took her there often when we were in San Diego, she really enjoyed playing in the sand and getting to meet other dogs!  The surf, ehhh... not so much.  She had never seen so much water and she certainly had never seen water that chased after her.

Anyhoo, we came back to the hotel and I gave Tammy a bath.  And after that she immediately curled up beneath the blanket on the nicely made-up bed with only her snout sticking out.  I thought it made for a great photo opportunity.  And until now only friends and family on Facebook had seen it.

I should post more pictures from that period of my life.  For most of our journey across America I took a break from blogging.  In the end it was 616 days between that last post made in Dallas and my return to this site from a friend's home in Greenville, South Carolina.  I ought to post more photo evidence that it indeed happened as I've reported it being.  Maybe I'll do that as appropriate opportunities come about.

Anyway, there is Tammy from nine years ago.  Looking not much different from what she looked like this morning when she again had her nose out from beneath her blanket.

"The more things change..."

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Weather forecast as of 4:30 pm EST:

Major winter storm event forecast to hit the eastern seaboard on Saturday and Sunday, four days from now.

I'm hearing all kinds of wild prognoses for the Spartanburg area.  Anywhere from 6 inches of snow to 3 inches of solid ice!

And the predicted accumulation for snow is far more intense the further north one goes.  My family and friends in Reidsville, North Carolina are looking at a monster.

This has the potential to eclipse the 1993 Storm of the Century.  I honestly never thought there wouldn't be anything like that again in my lifetime.  But this could be it.

If I disappear for a few days, as happened a little over a year ago during Hurricane Helene, assume that Tammy the Pup and I are doing okay, just without power and/or Internet.

In the meantime, this could be historic.  I'll be keeping an eye on this with great interest.

Friday, January 16, 2026

The Winds of Never? The musings of a GRRMbler (will we EVER see this book?)

The Hollywood Reporter has posted a new and thorough interview with George R.R. Martin, that will be of immense interest to his many fans.  Perhaps even the ones who have practically given up on ever seeing the release of The Winds of Winter, the next-to-last chapter of Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire saga.


As those of you who have been fans of the franchise in its various incarnations from the original books to HBO's Game of Thrones and follow-up series know, it has been fifteen YEARS since 2011's A Dance with Dragons, the previous installment of the novel cycle.  Apparently The Winds of Winter was supposed to be out within a year or two, three at the most, following Dance.  That obviously did not happen.  And the wait became longer.  And longer.  And loooonger...

And now?  I'm with the other GRRMblers: I've pretty much abandoned all hope that we'll ever get this novel.

According to the interview at Hollywood Reporter, Martin has around 1,100 words in his manuscript.  That's roughly 1.5 pages a week since presumably starting writing soon after A Dance with Dragons.  It should NOT take this long to write a novel if its author knows its plot and where it's going.  When I dedicated the better part of a year to writing Keeping the Tryst, I was sometimes knocking out 5 or 6 pages a day.  It depended on how much of a hot streak I found myself on.  At worst I was getting a couple of pages done every other day.  Which doesn't seem like much, but over the course of a year - and there was also already the material that I had written over the previous nine years at various times - those pages build up.

There is no reason at all why Martin could not have delivered The Winds of Winter as well as the final novel of the series A Dream of Spring already.  Not in usual circumstances anyway.

Here is what happened, I think.  And I kind of knew this was what was going to transpire before I had read the first page of A Game of Thrones or seen the HBO series.  I anticipated from the first announcement of the TV show that the books would never be finished in a timely fashion.  I figured - and correctly, it seems - that Martin would get too bogged down and involved with the television side of the franchise.  It would detract him from the novels until he was detached from them completely.  Television, well... it does strange things to a person.  It's the visual allure.  It's all nice and flashy.  The written word on real paper cannot compete with that, for a lot of people (maybe most people even).  There is the temptation to throw one's self completely into the video medium and all the power and affluence that comes with it.  That is what happened to George R.R. Martin.  He never abandoned the world of Westeros.  He just decided for good or ill that the television portion of the franchise - which is evidently the most important - was going to take precedence.

Was he right to do that?  I'll let that question be an exercise for the reader.  Tastes and expectations vary with each person, and that's not wrong.  And I'm not going to say that Martin was wrong to indulge in the TV angle of his saga.

But still... fifteen years... and no follow-up novel in sight.

Maybe if nothing else, what has happened to A Song of Ice and Fire will be an object lesson in the perils of style over substance.  Of fame over function.  Maybe it will be a warning to anyone else who gets goggle-eyed about the shiny lure of Big Media and what it means to sacrifice product for pride.

I will absolutely be among the first to order The Winds of Winter as soon as it becomes available on Amazon.  I first read A Game of Thrones when I was at a much different place in my life than where I am now, or probably will be when Martin finishes this next book.  Things have come and gone along the journey of my life, but love of a good novel series endures.  Just as I began Stranger Things when I was in New Mexico on my year-long journey across America.  I started watching that show when I was in one place of my life and a few weeks ago I finished it when I was in quite another.  I can be the same for A Song of Ice and Fire.

I just hope I won't be drawing Social Security when that happens!

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Rest in peace Scott Adams

 


The very sad news is breaking this morning that Scott Adams, the brilliant cartoonist who drew the comic strip Dilbert for several decades, as passed away at age 68 following a battle with cancer.

I very much admired Adams.  His intellect was formidable: maybe too much for some people to comprehend, given how the past few years went.  But I think most of us readily understood where he was coming from.  He was absolutely one of the most - if not THE most - brilliant thinkers to be a part of modern pop culture.

Several of his Dilbert books are in my personal library.  Indeed, for a long time his strip was one of the very first things I opened the newspaper to.  So many of Adams's cartoons that I could say that I love.  But this one in particular is near and dear to my heart.  From May 12, 2013.  Click to enlarge:


Until we meet someday, Mr. Adams.  Thank you for sharing your mind and your talents with us.


There is now an "Autistic Barbie" doll. So that got me thinking...


This week toy maker Mattel has introduced the world to "Autistic Barbie".  The latest in a line of the classic doll's attempts to aim for more inclusion and representation which have already produced Barbie with Type 1 diabetes and Barbie with Down syndrome.

According to the link above going to the Fox News story about it, Autistic Barbie "includes articulated elbows and wrists to allow for movements such as hand flapping and other gestures used for sensory regulation or expression."  Barbie's eyes are "positioned with a slightly averted gaze, reflecting how some people on the autism spectrum may avoid eye contact."  Autistic Barbie includes a fidget spinner (that really spins), noise cancelling headphones, and a pink tablet displaying symbol-based apps to help with communication.

Okay, I have no problem with Barbie depicting autism.  It's a condition that millions of people, including not a few children, have to live with.  If little girls might benefit from a doll that is "just like them" then I'm all for it.

But I'm also thinking that maybe we need even more diversity in Barbie.  And hey, there are a lot of grown-ups who also collect the dolls.  I think some of them could appreciate a bit more variety also, reflecting on who they are.

So here's my idea... and Mattel is free to run with it, I hereby revoke my claims to it if they want to use this... for Bipolar Barbie.  Yes, I think that Barbie as a manic depressive should be next.  She could have a wild crazed look in her eyes, disheveled hair, legs that won't stop moving, four or five bottles of medication, pale skin from not getting outside in the sun...

Maybe having bipolar disorder could explain all the accessories that Barbie has.  I mean, reckless spending is a common characteristic of those with manic depression.  It also leads to delusional thinking (didn't Barbie claim to be an astronaut once?).

I'm only suggesting that of which I know firsthand as a real-life manic depressive.  Awww c'mon, I have to laugh a little 😛 

Friday, January 09, 2026

This 2-and-a-half inch tall miniature portends a wild future

Yesterday I came upon a story that has wound up sticking in my gray matter, because what it foreshadows is going to be world-changing in a whole heap o' ways.  It's an article on the wargaming website Spikey Bits, of all places.  It has to do with this guy: one Huron Blackheart, of the Chaos Space Marines from the very popular Warhammer 40,000 miniatures game produced by Games Workshop.

A few weeks ago the company announced that Huron is getting a new mini.  A glorious new sculpt that better reflects his malevolence and power.  Here is the preview that Games Workshop published:


Looks pretty gnarly.  I wouldn't knock on this guy's front door without my hat in my hands, my hands in plain sight, and a totally cheerful disposition.  And he'd probably still kill ya anyway on general principles.

Anyhoo, that's the picture of the Huron model that the company published.  And it wasn't supposed to hit the streets for another few weeks if not months.

But then this appeared:


That is not something that came about from the production cycle of the official Huron mini.  This is not the master sculpt.  This is the result of somebody taking the picture of the preview, running it through an artificial intelligence program, extrapolating the details including the precise dimensions, and then prototyping the model with a 3D printer.

Think about that for a moment.  Someone generated a product that can compete with the real-real-REAL McCoy, all from an image and some hardware that is now often to be found for use in your friendly neighborhood public library.  And as the price point of those 3D printers continues to go down...

It's a miniature for a tabletop war game now.  But what this miniature of Huron Blackheart represents is something far more drastic: a future where a lot of things in daily life can be "printed", including stuff that is copyrighted and patent-protected.  Imagine some enterprising lad (or lass) in the not too distant future who comes upon an advertisement for a new athletic shoe that's months away from hitting the market.  He or she could take the photo of the shoe, accurately render a three-dimension model of it, and have it physically produced in their home or garage.  Produce a matching pair, no less.

It's a marriage of a number of technologies and it really is going to be something to be fascinated with and be wary of.  It's both pretty amazing and also a bit frightening.  What is going to be the impact of this on companies who devote millions on product development?  On one hand this could be an avenue for home-grown inventors to bring their products to market without a middle man.  On the other, it threatens to take away the impetus to create new products at all.  What's the point, when a picture and an AI is all that's needed to make an item in competition with the legitimate copyright owner?

This absolutely merits keeping an eye on.  I've a gut feeling we'll be hearing more about this in the near future.

Monday, January 05, 2026

After the Stranger Things finale: What I believe happens...

As of tonight it has been 120 hours since the series finale of Stranger Things dropped on Netflix.  And in that time the Internets have been going full-blown wacky with theories and speculations.  It's the kind of debate and discussion that I can't remember seeing in a very long time, at least not since the Lost finale almost sixteen years ago.

I have now watched "The Upside Down" twice all the way through and numerous bits and pieces of it since it went live on streaming.  And I thought it was the most beautiful thing that I've seen on the television medium in quite awhile.  But if you've seen it also, you're well aware that it left a few things dangling.  Not "critical" information, but we are certainly teased a bit about what becomes of these characters who we've followed for almost a full decade.  The Duffer Brothers, the creators of Stranger Things, have given us just enough to whet our appetites for more.  Or as one friend put it, they made a satisfying conclusion without putting a solid padlock on it.

So since everyone else it seems is weighing in with their own thoughts and theories, I might as well chime in with my own.  What happens to our heroes after their struggle against the Upside Down and Vecna?

Be warned: Spoilers ahead!!



I believe that El survived.  She did so knowing that never again could she see Mike and the rest of her friends but it had to be done.  El knew that she had to break the cycle and that nobody else could do it.  That there would always be people like Brenner and Kay who would continue the work.  So El took herself out of the equation and I think that in her dying breath Kali saw to it that El would escape as cleanly as she could.

I'm thinking to something that Hopper tells her earlier in the episode.  About El getting to have a normal life, and be a parent herself and have children.  I believe that she goes on to do that.  El goes on to find herself, and in time she will marry and have children.  But she will never forget the love that she had with Mike and I very strongly doubt that Mike is ever going to forget her. As long as they live they will be thinking of each other.

This finale evoked so much thought.  It's been a LONG time since a story has had me ruminating upon its ending.

I can't help but imagine that Will went on to have a better story than he could have imagined.  And I say that as a trauma survivor also.  The full measure of what Will went through because of Vecna was something that could not be portrayed on screen.  Will survived but he's going to forever be scarred.  Maybe Will goes on to make his life a triumph over Vecna.  I think Will becomes something like a behavioral therapist, with a master's degree and everything.  Will knows what it means to be damaged, he's going to use that experience toward helping others who have survived their own Vecnas.  Just a hunch that I have.  I may not have ever had a homosexual temptation but in many ways I still identify with Will (I also identify with Dustin a lot, but I digress).  I know what it's like to be hurt and be discarded by society.  There was a Vecna in my own life, and that's something I write about in my book.  Going through that, coming out on the other side, a person absolutely wants to do what he or she can to keep others from knowing that same pain.  It's what led to my having a career in the mental health field and I think that if Will doesn't end up doing much the same professionally, his heart is definitely inclined toward that direction.

I had wanted Dustin and Suzie to come together and get married.  But it's been established by the Duffer Brothers that their relationship ended.  It was mostly Dustin's fault.  He was so torn up about Eddie's death that he pushed aside almost every other relationship he had with people.  It took the party and especially Steve to pull Dustin back from the brink of self destruction.  In the end we see that Dustin comes back, and has embraced life again.  I like to think that he goes on to have a brilliant time in college and career in science and technology afterward.  That Dustin comes to fall in love again and he and his wife have a son who they name Eddie.

Lucas and Max are going to end up together happily ever after.  I've seen love like theirs a few times.  Sometimes it goes well and others, it doesn't.  But a young man like Lucas doesn't go to the hospital every day for a year and a half to play "Running Up That Hill" for a comatose girl without that meaning something profound.  By the way, the Duffers have said that the movie we see them sitting together watching is Ghost, so by the summer of 1990 their love is still going strong.  I think it's going to keep getting stronger.

I also think that Nancy and Jonathan end up with each other after all.  The two of them are each in a place where they're discovering who they are supposed to be.  They had that taken away from them for the better part of six years.  Now Nancy is pursuing her dream of being a journalist and Jonathan is where he wanted to be, studying photography and film at NYU.  They've seemingly gone separate ways but they're always going to share something remarkable and very unique and that's going to draw them together sooner than later.

Steve is a wandering journeyman of sorts for a few years.  But he comes to discover that his heart really is for helping young people be their best.  It started with being "baby-sitter" for the Party and it's going to continue.  If he doesn't get his full "six nuggets" he's still going to get that family he longs for... and that is very encouraging and inspiring.

Robin?  I'm not sure of her.  I do believe that she completes her college education.  I like to think that she ends up happy.

Holly, Derek, and the other kids that Vecna captured bounce back none the worse for wear.  Derek though has discovered personal responsibility, including for himself.  I think that Derek becomes quite the athletic type, taking part not only in baseball but also swimming (I say that because I was a swimmer in high school and taking part in that was one of the best things that ever happened to me).

Murray Bauman, the Duffers have already said he continues to be weird.  Maybe so but he's also a happy weirdo.  By the end of the series his conspiracy theories have been proven true, he's taken out government forces and he's saved the day for the entire world.  I imagine that ten years or so later Murray has become the master of a website devoted to conspiracy theories, and maybe even hosting a late-night radio show a'la the one Art Bell had for many years.

Mr. Clarke is going to be Hawkins, Indiana's most eligible bachelor.  But his first and foremost love is going to be teaching children.  Playing a part in the final battle against Vecna, seeing his star pupil Dustin come up with the conclusion that the Upside Down was a wormhole, filled Mr. Clarke with enormous pride.  He truly got to have a dream come true as a science teacher and he's going to do his best to catch lightning in a bottle again.

Erica.  Ahhhh yes, Erica.  Who ties with Dustin as my most favorite character in Stranger Things.  The Duffers have said that she goes on to be valedictorian also when she graduates.  Erica Sinclair is a force of nature and she goes far.  She's either going to get involved in Internet commerce at the start of the industry revolution (like Bezos, she can call her company Ericorps) or, more likely, she enters politics.  For some reason or another I think she's a registered Republican.  Erica eventually runs for U.S. Senate, wins the race, and provokes discussion about her running for higher office.  But that's maybe saying too much.

Hopper and Joyce spend the rest of their lives happy.  Hopper finds fulfillment that he never knew he needed before.  It's a quiet life at Montauk.  The only real trouble that comes about is when a great white shark starts prowling the waters and eating people.  Just kidding 😛 

And Mike?  The storyteller?  He goes on to write what he can about the time that he and the Party and their friends had together.  It becomes a book that goes on to be a bestseller, and it's going to be a story that will forever perpetuate debate and discussion about whether it's true or not.

The title of Mike's book?  It is "Stranger Things".

Thursday, January 01, 2026

Jerry Bledsoe, one of my favorite authors, has passed away


The sad news is coming out of Asheboro, North Carolina this evening that Jerry Bledsoe, the prolific author who among other things hit the bestseller list with his true-crime book Bitter Blood, has passed away at the age of 84.

In my formative years, Bledsoe's columns for the News & Record out of Greensboro were must-reading.  It seemed that there wasn't a subject that he couldn't write about and make it a rollickin' good respite from one's typical daily life.  He was a gifted humorist who brought with him fresh insight into practically everything he wrote about.

But Bledsoe's biggest claim to fame had nothing to do with humor.

In the summer of 1988 came the publication of Bitter Blood.  It remains one of the most disturbing true-crime books ever written.  Bledsoe's book attempted the impossible (something he admitted in its final pages): trying to make sense of the Fritz Klenner/Susie Sharp murders that transpired in Kentucky and then North Carolina between 1984 and 1985.  It was an event that defied all sense and it absolutely rocked the communities they transpired in.  Especially Reidsville, North Carolina, where I'm originally from.  Bitter Blood was what it seemed everyone in my hometown was reading: it was pretty much locally known simply as "the book".  Bledsoe wrote that.  And it was a magnificent performance.

I was able to meet Jerry Bledsoe a number of times.  He was someone who always appreciated his readers and he seemed pretty humble about the success he had enjoyed.  He loved his craft and he was thoroughly dedicated to practicing it and he was always seeking to refine that, as any true artist aspires to do.  Bledsoe was in every way a remarkable man, and I thought he more than deserved noting his life.

Thought and prayers to his family and friends.

Wednesday, December 31, 2025

"The Rightside Up", the Stranger Things series finale, finished about 20 minutes ago

 What did I think of it?


This was as perfect an ending to a story as The Lord of the Rings had.  I am soooo not kidding.

The final scenes... wow.  I was almost in tears.  Those nearly came after everything else that preceded it in this very last episode of Stranger Things.

I feel like it's the end of a journey for me.  This show, which I first discovered while staying in a hotel in Albuquerque in September of 2016, has been a part of my life ever since then.  I became a true believer in this story and its wonderful characters.  And now the story is done and... I don't quite know what to do now.  I feared this would happen.  Stranger Things has been the one thing of pop culture that I've held onto for almost a decade and now it's ended.  That is an enormous void that it's leaving in my time on this earth.  It's like a part of my youth peacefully passed away tonight.

Well, like is said at one point in this final episode, there are two paths to take.  I am going to choose the one that leads away from the sadness.  I am going to choose life.  Just as I've always been trying to do.

I think I needed to see this episode.  More to the point, I think that I needed this show.  What a ride it has been!

One of the greatest endings to a story in the history of anything.  I'm going to have to watch it again, after my brain calms down.

Dear Duffer Brothers: Thank you for sharing this story with us.  I for one feel all the better for being along for where you took us.  And I wish you well in your future endeavors.


Calvin and Hobbes ended thirty years ago today

On Sunday, December 31st 1995, the last Calvin and Hobbes comic strip was published.  For ten years readers had laughed and thrilled at the antics of Calvin and his wild imagination.  It has gone on to be regarded as among the greatest comic series of all time.

Here is that last cartoon, which ran thirty years ago today.  The very greatest finale of anything, ever...



Well, I've done it...


Come midnight tonight, for the second year in a row, I will have made it through the entire holiday season without once hearing Mariah Carey singing "All I Want For Christmas Is You".

See?  It is possible after all!

It wasn't easy sometimes.  Like whenever I went inside a grocery store and had to brace myself for hearing that song over the supermarket's music system.  I made very sure that I ducked in and quickly got my stuff and then ran out

Allow me the opportunity to once again state that Christmas music does not belong anywhere before Thanksgiving.  As always around here, there were radio stations that began playing holiday songs on the morning after Halloween.  That is damn too early!!  Just as Christmas decor doesn't belong in stores even before Labor Day.  When the radio stations and retailers do things like that, all it does is make the year seem to go by much faster.  When instead the year should progress on its own accord, with every moment precious, instead of rushing through the last one-third of the year.

I must confess, I've had some help with skipping the Christmas music.  Ever since last month and continuing for the next week or so, I've been listening to WSQK The Squawk.  It's a 24-hours around the clock pop-up Internet radio station that's a promo for this final season of Stranger Things.  WSQK is far from a mere gimmick however.  There are some solid songs from the Eighties and a bit earlier in its playlist, as much as any "real" radio station is ideally going to have.  It's been a fun thing to have playing in the background while I work on stuff.  Check it out!

Tuesday, December 30, 2025

MeTV is now running Hawaii Five-O on weekdays

This isn't the more recent series.  MeTV is playing the original Hawaii Five-O at 11 a.m. EST on weekdays.  Yesterday and today the network broadcast the two-part first story and I watched it.  Think I'll be tuning in whenever I find myself not doing anything else in particular on weekday mornings.

Hawaii Five-O is one of the very first television series that I clearly remember watching.  Dad used to love this show so I have memories of seeing it in the mid to late Seventies.  I especially recall the title sequence, particularly its theme music.

If you've never seen this before, prepare to be stunned.  This is from a series that premiered in 1968 (Hawaii Five-O might be the only television show from the 1960s to survive as far as the Eighties) so many people might be expecting something a little more... shall we say, "primitive"?  But this intro is a work of art in and of itself.  This composition of imagery and music is more like something that could be expected of a modern editing software package like Premiere Pro or Final Cut Pro, not from the period around 1970.  A lot of heart, soul, and hardcore precision went into making this sequence, and it definitely shows.

So here is the intro for the original Hawaii Five-O.  Something as magnificent as it is timeless.