Podcast That Dares 52: The Man Who Collected Poe

I present Robert Bloch's 1951 short story, "The Man Who Collected Poe." Imagine the ultimate collection a fan could possess . . . what might it include?

Note: I mention the film "Torture Dungeon" a few times. The film was actually 1967's TORTURE GARDEN.  Sorry, boss.

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Ready To DeadBring It On?

A couple of years back, I was asked to voice a character on "The Deadbringer," a Fantasy/Horror audio serial written by E.M. Markoff.  I played Eutau Vidal, the main character's uncle, who runs an otherworldly funeral parlor.  The segments were run on the HorrorAddicts podcast, but they've now been assembled as one full show, where you can hear all thirteen episodes in order, from sea to shining sea.

Anyway, check 'em out HERE.  Tell them Uncle Eutau sent you . . . if you can manage that.

P.S. Turns out I actually blogged about this two years ago.  Whoops.

Not-At-All-Bad Cosplay

Today, my cousin took a picture of me and a costumed fan.

I've got this weird aspect to my personality* where I will often see a person and decide which celebrity they sort of resemble (and sometimes more than sort of), and long to approach them and say, "Hey, if you ever go to a convention, you really ought to cosplay as ____."  

But this guy clearly has had that conversation before.

Pretty good Conan the Barbarian outfit.

P.S. It reminds me of when I was at the San Diego Comic Con where Hugh Jackman walked around the show floor in his full DAYS OF FUTURE PAST costume and makeup, and went unrecognized.  In fact, the only person that stopped him simply told him he was way too tall to pull off Wolverine, but nice try.

*I know, I know, only one among many, hardee har har.

Rish Outcast 287: Greetings From The Ninth Sector

Rish presents his 2013 Triple Word Score story "Greetings From The Ninth Sector." Try to ignore the centipedes.

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Don't Look A Dark Gift In The Mouth

Several years ago now, I was feeling nostalgic about the local carnival and city festival in the town where I went to high school, so I wrote a story about it ("Round & Round").  And I enjoyed it so much that I wrote another one ("Try Your Luck") and another one ("Father's Day In August").  Decades went by, and I wrote another one, this one inspired by a handsome douche lamenting that being attractive is what he refers to as, the dark gift.  Be careful what you say around me, or it'll wind up in a story too.

This one isn't really a nostalgia-fest.  Sure, it takes place in 1992, and I mention the music that's playing on the speakers (like I always do), but this one is a more modern story, and not at all based on experiences I had all those years ago.

A teen girl (Nobie), her brother (Grump) and his boyfriend (Eris) go to the Pickle Days festivities, and play a wheel of fortune carnival game.  And what the wheel stops on is something called The Dark Gift.  People like to be center of attention, and everybody wants to be attractive, but be careful what you wish for, kid.   

Check it out HERE.

As far as the cover goes, I tried having A.I. generate me an image of Nobie (basically typing in teenage girl at carnival that everybody loves), and this was the best one it gave me:*

Then I told it a couple more details, like that I wanted her to be dark-haired and that everybody loves her, and it came up with this:

So strange how different--almost opposite--those two girls are.

*The first one I tried created me a girl at a carnival, but in five of the six images, it was the same girl, with a tell-tale mole beneath her left eye.  I don't understand how the program does this--is there an actual girl somewhere that looks like this that it is stealing the image of?--but it's funny how much the image changed when I added "that everybody loves" and the genre).

They're Here Already! You're Next!

Yes, just a throwaway post about the Monster Cereals returning to stores . . . or is it?

Over on the Journey Into... podcast, Marshal and I have reviewed INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS, the 1978 remake, and one of my favorite horror films.*

It's a familiar story: people are acting strangely, seemingly changed from their usual personalities, and two coworkers at the Health Department, Matthew Bennell and Elisabeth Driscoll, try to get to the bottom of it.   Is it paranoia, mass hysteria, a vast conspiracy, or just the fraying of our increasingly-insular modern society?

This is the version set in San Francisco, and it's probably the best movie we've reviewed on this show--almost nothing in it doesn't work, and it's filled with familiar faces, such as Leonard Nimoy, Veronica Cartwright, Robert Duvall, and Jeff Goldblum.  There's even an appearance by Kevin McCarthy, repeating those famous words from the first version (that I got my title from).

Check it out HERE . . . but only if you've already seen it.  After all, you're next.

*In fact, it might be my favorite remake of all time.  People are always making lists of movies where the remake is better than the original, but with the exception of THE BLOB (1988)--which I haven't seen in thirty-five years--I always disagree.  Yeah, I know.  But INVASION '78 is the only one where I have to nod and say, "Yeah, an excellent, excellent flick, despite how much I love the original."

Final Friday in December

Back in 2020, I wrote a whole series of "Dead & Breakfast" stories, set in the Noble Oaks B&B in Vernon, Idaho*, and one of them was "The Last Friday In December."  As time went by, I recorded the stories, one by one, and put them out for people to buy (or not buy).  But for some reason, I never published "Last Friday," even though I recorded it way back when.**

Anyway, this past week, I had the choice between editing my performance of either "Reply Hazy" or this one, and as I liked this story more, it was what I picked.  And I still like it.

In this one, Mason Bradley gets a phone call, telling him that he can be of use on the night of December 28th, and the caller is clearly not of this world.  He enlists Natalie Whitmore (the other night clerk) to help him, as the ghosts seem to have recruited him to save someone's life.

I know I'm not a good self-promoter, but you can pick up the story HERE.  Thanks.

*I saw this week that there's a Vernon, California (as well as one in British Columbia), but it's not at all related.

**Gino Moretto sent me a cover back in 2021, so I couldn't use lack of a cover as an excuse.  Is that your hand, Gino?

Not The M-Word!!

My buddy Jeff dragged me to the movies the other day, and I ended up having a really nice time.  However, I was even more vexed than usual about the trailers that played before it (and I recognize that I am pretty easily vexed).  Last year, we saw a couple of musical movies coming out with the ad campaigns hiding that they were musicals, but dude . . . on this particular screening, there were four.

First up was a TV trailer for "Agatha All Along," which holds absolutely no appeal to me except that it's a Musical.  But ah well, they don't care about me, since I've seen everything Marvel already, and ain't about to change no matter how much I loathed QUANTUMANIA and the villain in THE MARVELS.  But I get that the majority (if not the vast majority) of MCU fans are straight males, who are notoriously averse to see Musicals (especially the young ones, that most-valuable demographic, so they're not about to say, "Say folks, you remember the show about Wanda Maximoff that a lot of you liked?  Well, here's a show kind of like that, just with way more singing!"

Second on the roster was MUFASA: THE LION KING.  So, the first movie was tremendously successful, despite no adults liking it, and it was a Musical.  But why hide it for this second one?  I mean, it has an echoed line in the newest trailer that strikes me as a kind of beat poetry, if not an outright intro to a song, but still, heaven forfend you let people know that there are new songs by Lin-Manuel Fricking Miranda.  Perhaps you can no longer feel the love tonight, kids.

Third up is going to be trouble.  JOKER 2 is just weeks from coming out and they're still hiding its musical nature, despite them casting Lady Gaga as Harley . . . and why else would you cast a singer in that part?  I mean, come on.

But this one I at least understand.  The legions of outspoken, rage-fueled internet troll bastards that loved the first movie would absolutely refuse to see the sequel if they knew it was a musical, and the people who like musicals aren't going to want to go see a dour R-rated exploration of mental illness, especially after that joyless first film.  It is going to be like watching a train derailment when the film comes out . . . but the good kind of train derailment.**

And of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention WICKED, which is simply baffling to me.  This was a new trailer promoting the flick that comes out at Christmas.  They played an orchestral version of Defying Gravity in the first trailer, and a bit of the lyrics in the second trailer . . . which will be a fun selling point to the fans of the play (of whom there are many), but Disney is clearly afraid of alienating the rest of us, that either aren't familiar with the play or loathe Musicals, like my buddy Jeff*.  And it's ironic to me, since Disney single-handedly kept the Musical alive during my youth (well, them and Andrew Lloyd Webber, I suppose), and has made billions of dollars every year from the audiences' embrace of those Musicals (yet, they consistently hide the songs in their animated film trailers, as though teenage boys would simply die of revulsion were they to know that Disney Princesses sing, and hopefully will continue to sing until the end of time).

WICKED is doubly-egregious because it a) could and should wear as a badge of honor that it's based on a hugely successful Broadway musical, and still cowardly hides it, but b) is PART ONE of a two-part film that, understandably, they are terrified of the world knowing, because why would anyone go see a movie that's been split in two?  That too will be very interesting to see play out.

So, I found it strange that it wasn't one or two trailers doing it, and if you don't consider "Agatha All Along" to qualify, then three is still a pretty shocking number to see either way.

Cue the music.

*Who was on the train to see WONKA last year when he first learned it was a Musical . . . from me.  He still went to the film, but very likely would not have had he known the true nature of the film.  Which, I suppose, totally excuses the dishonest ad campaign for movies like that and THE COLOR PURPLE and MEAN GIRLS musical remakes.

**There could be good kinds.  Maybe a derailment for a movie, or during wartime, or the kind where the people onboard the train don't believe in precisely the god you believe in.  You know what I mean.

Rish Outcast 286: Q&A 2024 Part 1

Rish answers questions from listeners*, and plugs his next audio collection (buy it here).

Note: Due to unforeseen delays, this episode had to be split in two, and something I refer to at the beginning never actually appears. Sorry, kids. If you discover more disturbing errors, let me know.

*Questions from Rob Broughton, Keith Teklits, even Gino Moretto.

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The Opposite Of Blank

I was talking to Big Anklevich today and found out he's firing on all cylinders (or proceeding on all thrusters, I don't know sports talk) with his new story, already up to six thousand words.  When he asked me how mine was going, I had to return my head to its primary position: hanging in shame.  I had an idea, but no words written, no character names, no ending, no twists, no feelings of creativity, etc..  But he urged me to go for a walk (or run) and think about the story, and maybe I'd come up with something.

I heard once (or thrice) that "A blank page is God's way of showing you how hard it is to be God."*  I've always thought it an idiotic quote, because, what?  God walks around with writer's block?  The whole idea of omnipotence kind of precludes feeling dumb or uninspired, doesn't it?  But ah well, whatever gets you out of bed and on your way to work.

So, cut to tonight, when I went on my run.  Instead of listening to YouTube videos, movie trivia, politics, or talk show comedians, I turned on music (one of those ninety minute compilations that's supposed to make it so you don't have to keep selecting new titles . . . but still has commercials every three minutes).  And that has helped me thinking in the past, so I pushed Play, stretched for forty seconds, and went.

And the ideas just started to flow.  I already knew how I was going to start it, but that solidified as I came up with a character I could get behind (yeah, he's me, as usual, only much, much more successful in life, which puts him at the end of his rope).  I came up with a second character who would be important, and how that would lead to the inciting incident.  thought of a fun twist for the middle of the story, and stopped running long enough to laugh about it.  Of course, I didn't know where the story was going, or how I was going to end it, but I still had half a mile left in my run . . . and right before I reached my street, I knew how I'd end it.  

And though it's not going to win the contest, it's a tale unlike most I have written (except, ironically, the last time I entered this kind of contest), and seems like something I could be proud of.  So, in just a twenty minute run, I felt like I was staring at the opposite of a blank page, and like divine inspiration, the pieces seemed to simply fall into place.

Now all I have to do is write it.  As easy as that sounds. 

*It's a Sidney Sheldon quote that goes, "A blank piece of paper is God's way of telling us how hard it is to be God." 

Novel Progress (Or Lack Thereof)

My big goal for August was to get my audio production of my novel "Balms & Sears" to sixty percent.  Unfortunately, I'm not going to make it.  

I did record two chapters last week, though, which isn't nothing*, and maybe I'll do one more tonight.  Still, at this point of the month (written back in August), I'm at nineteen percent, with no signs of getting more done.  I did go to the library and formatted the next couple of chapters (they have MS Word there you can use for free), but whoa, I discovered a chapter that was supposed to have gone earlier, and instead of simply snipping it and pasting it early in the narrative, I simply changed a couple of details so it works where it appears.  That sort of thing--it will come as no surprise to you--eats up a lot of writing time.  Sigh.

And since I'm here, I'll go ahead and post my Exercise Goal progress, instead of making it two posts (I originally wrote this all before, a week ago, but the laptop restarted as I drove back from the cabin and I lost it all (as usual).

So, at least as far as exercise goes, I'm way ahead of the pack.

*Though my "chapters" tend to be so small, they should hardly qualify as such.  I know the rules aren't set in stone, but I probably ought to do that thing where there are only ten or twelve chapters, and each one has several "segments" or sections of the story in them.  But it's too late for me now, son.  Maybe I'll implement that on the next one.