Friday, December 28, 2018
Tales of eBay Horror 5: Not-What-I-Ordered
Hey, kids. Here I am again with another true eBay horror story. This time, I tell a tale of something that happened to me as a buyer, rather than a seller. It's the fecund fairytale I call, "The Tale of the Not-What-I-Ordered."
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Fake Sean Christmas Greetings 2018
Well, I didn't manage a Christmas episode this year. I recorded one, but it looks like we'll have to strive for a 2019 release. In its place, here's Fake Sean Connery butchering a holiday favorite.
Maybe next year will be better than "Last Christmas."
Maybe next year will be better than "Last Christmas."
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
Rish Outcast 126: A Week's Vacation
Okay, here's the situation, my family went away on a week's vacation. Perhaps a podcast about it'd be good. Well, maybe I shouldn't . . . yeah, of course I should.
This episode may or may not be boring A.F.. Regardless, I am pretty lucky, guys.
If you care to download the episode directly, just Right-Click HERE.
If you care to support me on Patreon (another incentive episode coming muy pronto), go HERE.
Logo by Gino "They've Taken The Hobbits To Isengard" Moretto.
This episode may or may not be boring A.F.. Regardless, I am pretty lucky, guys.
If you care to download the episode directly, just Right-Click HERE.
If you care to support me on Patreon (another incentive episode coming muy pronto), go HERE.
Logo by Gino "They've Taken The Hobbits To Isengard" Moretto.
Friday, December 07, 2018
Rish Outcast 125: Confessions of a Film School Dropout
In this episode, I present a story not-at-all based on my college experien--
Oh, this one is just for Patreon supporters. Guess you'll just have to go there (to www.patreon.com/rishoutfield) and pledge a dollar. Or more.
DO IT FOR THE CHILDREN.
Oh, this one is just for Patreon supporters. Guess you'll just have to go there (to www.patreon.com/rishoutfield) and pledge a dollar. Or more.
DO IT FOR THE CHILDREN.
Sunday, December 02, 2018
Tales of eBay Horror 4: Fury Over Feedback
Here's another true, and truly-horrible experience I had, entitled, "The Fury Over Feedback." If you like these, there are more to come.
If you don't, well, I recently lost two due to a computer crash. Silver lining?
Thursday, November 29, 2018
Rish Outcast 124: I Get So Emotional, Baby
In this episode, I talk about conveying emotion in writing and film, and cite a bunch of examples. You'll get a few spoilers . . . and a couple of tears.
My Patreon supporters got an extended version of this episode, and heads up, either Episode 125 or 126 will be a Patreon-only incentive show. So . . . god help us all.
Hey, why don't you download the episode directly by Right-Clicking HERE?
Or, you could support me on Patreon HERE (they got an extended version, kids!).
Logo by Gino "The Knife" Moretto.
My Patreon supporters got an extended version of this episode, and heads up, either Episode 125 or 126 will be a Patreon-only incentive show. So . . . god help us all.
Hey, why don't you download the episode directly by Right-Clicking HERE?
Or, you could support me on Patreon HERE (they got an extended version, kids!).
Logo by Gino "The Knife" Moretto.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Tales of eBay Horror 3: One Who Worked The System
This, "The One Who Worked The System," is the true story of a bad eBay experience that I have told the most times over the years, because it's the one that makes me the angriest. Hope it makes you angry too.
There may be a delay in the next episode or two due to computer problems, but by all means, keep on shuddering at the prospect of more.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Rish Outcast 123: Geriatric Protagonist
Man, this episode's been a long time in coming.* But better late than never, right? Right?
In this show I talk about the inspiration for and the release of my new book "A Mark on the Sky." It's a Sci-Fi/Horror story with, you guessed it, an elderly main character. Write what you know, eh?
You can buy the text version at THIS LINK, and the audiobook version AT THIS LINK.
Download the episode HERE.
Support me on Patreon HERE.
Here's a link to the That Gets My Goat episode where Big and I brainstormed ideas that eventually became this book: TGMG 131
Logo and cover art by Gino "The Ghost Who Walks" Moretto.
Link to Old Man in TROLL 2 mentioned in the show.
Link to Abigail Hilton interview mentioned in the show.
Link to Naked Baby Photos.
*I refer to events from 2016 as happening "almost a year ago."
In this show I talk about the inspiration for and the release of my new book "A Mark on the Sky." It's a Sci-Fi/Horror story with, you guessed it, an elderly main character. Write what you know, eh?
You can buy the text version at THIS LINK, and the audiobook version AT THIS LINK.
Download the episode HERE.
Support me on Patreon HERE.
Here's a link to the That Gets My Goat episode where Big and I brainstormed ideas that eventually became this book: TGMG 131
Logo and cover art by Gino "The Ghost Who Walks" Moretto.
Link to Old Man in TROLL 2 mentioned in the show.
Link to Abigail Hilton interview mentioned in the show.
Link to Naked Baby Photos.
*I refer to events from 2016 as happening "almost a year ago."
Monday, November 12, 2018
Excelsior! 1922-2018
It was with sadness, but not entirely surprise, that I got my traditional "Guess Which Celebrity Just Died" text from my cousin this morning, and discovered that the great Stan Lee had passed away. He was ninety-five years young.
Stan was The Man, responsible for so much wonder and joy in my childhood, adolescence, and middle age, that I don't really have time to go into it right now. And I CERTAINLY didn't have the time an hour ago when I typed all this, only to have it disappear when I got an error trying to save. I think I'll just post two pictures and leave it at that.
Stanley Martin Lieber was the creator or co-creator of several of my favorite superheroes (most notably Spider-man, Hulk, the X-men, and the Avengers, not to mention She-Hulk, who it seems no one but me will ever love), and was the father of Marvel Comics. He was also a great writer, a tireless promoter of the comic book medium, always patient and generous with fans, and a hell of a nice guy.
I got to meet him a couple of times, and until the 20-teens, he never charged a dime for an autograph. He told the same stories, over and over, but never lost the enthusiasm of a storyteller telling it for the first time.
So, this is a happy picture for me. It was taken at the Wizard World Convention in Anaheim, the only time I went to that particular con.
I had a big old teenage (well, a teen in his thirties, like on GREASE!) pimple on my forehead, and I actually went to Target right before to buy some makeup to cover it up. That too, was the only time I'd done that.
I got my picture taken with Stan, fearful I might not get another chance. After all, he was almost ninety in those days.
Obviously, when a man is as old as Stan has reached, and is in on-and-off poor health, you know what's inevitable. It still elicited a tear or two from me when I thought about telling my nephews about his death. They're young enough not to really appreciate what a writer does, but are certainly old enough to recognize how many vibrant, still-relevant characters the man (The Man) brought into their life.
My love for Spider-man has been spoken of often, and I'm sure I'll wax on and on in the future too (not to mention the tribute TGMG episode Big and I will put out), and the two things Spidey and his creator seem to have are their inherent decency, and the fact that I feel like I know them, despite it not actually being so.
I wanted to do some kind of tribute to Stan today, and since I can't draw, I tend to rely on my (abundant supply of) action figures.
As soon as he was home from school and got his homework done, I grabbed my younger nephew (the ten year old had basketball) and we went to my Marvel Legends drawer. I told him to grab all the action figures of characters Stan created and we'd set them up for a picture before the sun went down. We barely made it in time (the sun was just dipping below the horizon as we finally got them all standing), but not without forgetting a couple and including one that didn't belong.*
Unfortunately, we missed a couple significant characters (as I don't have any Fantastic Four figures, and I'd sold the Doctor Strange figure I used for my lil Steve Ditko tribute earlier this year), but still, we were rushed, and every new one we placed made one of the old ones fall over. There are two Iron Mans, and you can't even SEE the Human Torch. Sigh.
Plus, I remembered a bunch of Spider-man villains I figured I could pose behind everybody, but it was just too dark when I got them out (you can see in this picture of my nephew that the sun is almost at ground level). So I ended up taking the villains picture the next morning, hoping to comp it in.
They absolutely REFUSED to stand up, even though (and it may not be visible in the picture) they all have legs.
I like how it appears the Kingpin is comforting Scorpion, and Magneto is pondering the eternities. Even then, I forgot the Green Goblin, who has his own stand, and wouldn't have kept falling over like the other four did.
I did try to stick them all in together, in place of Patsy Walker (who I was SURE Stan had created in the Fifties, but alas, I was wrong), but the perspective, lighting, size, and color of grass all teamed up (like a group of supervillains) to thwart me. I wasted time working on it, but at least I got to listen to a podcast while I did it.
So, I ended up sticking them in the back, which doesn't look too bad. Still can't see Human Torch, though.
Still, I think the photo turned out pretty well. It's remarkable that, even though they don't have emotions (or physical representations of emotions), a couple of them SEEM to be sad simply because of the position I put them in. Thor and Cyclops look surprisingly sad, though Wasp and Black Panther seem pretty down too.
And why wouldn't they be? Maybe because of all the happiness that Stan Lee's creations have brought to innumerable boys, girls, and kids at heart from my generation (and before) to well after we have gone.
Thanks, Stan. 'Nuff said.
Rish Outfield
*It occurs to me now to wonder why I didn't just set the figures up myself an hour before he got home, so that everything would be r--
Oh yeah, because I wanted to do this with my eight year old nephew, and not just my sad, immature self.
Stan was The Man, responsible for so much wonder and joy in my childhood, adolescence, and middle age, that I don't really have time to go into it right now. And I CERTAINLY didn't have the time an hour ago when I typed all this, only to have it disappear when I got an error trying to save. I think I'll just post two pictures and leave it at that.
Stanley Martin Lieber was the creator or co-creator of several of my favorite superheroes (most notably Spider-man, Hulk, the X-men, and the Avengers, not to mention She-Hulk, who it seems no one but me will ever love), and was the father of Marvel Comics. He was also a great writer, a tireless promoter of the comic book medium, always patient and generous with fans, and a hell of a nice guy.
I got to meet him a couple of times, and until the 20-teens, he never charged a dime for an autograph. He told the same stories, over and over, but never lost the enthusiasm of a storyteller telling it for the first time.
So, this is a happy picture for me. It was taken at the Wizard World Convention in Anaheim, the only time I went to that particular con.
I had a big old teenage (well, a teen in his thirties, like on GREASE!) pimple on my forehead, and I actually went to Target right before to buy some makeup to cover it up. That too, was the only time I'd done that.
I got my picture taken with Stan, fearful I might not get another chance. After all, he was almost ninety in those days.
Obviously, when a man is as old as Stan has reached, and is in on-and-off poor health, you know what's inevitable. It still elicited a tear or two from me when I thought about telling my nephews about his death. They're young enough not to really appreciate what a writer does, but are certainly old enough to recognize how many vibrant, still-relevant characters the man (The Man) brought into their life.
My love for Spider-man has been spoken of often, and I'm sure I'll wax on and on in the future too (not to mention the tribute TGMG episode Big and I will put out), and the two things Spidey and his creator seem to have are their inherent decency, and the fact that I feel like I know them, despite it not actually being so.
I wanted to do some kind of tribute to Stan today, and since I can't draw, I tend to rely on my (abundant supply of) action figures.
As soon as he was home from school and got his homework done, I grabbed my younger nephew (the ten year old had basketball) and we went to my Marvel Legends drawer. I told him to grab all the action figures of characters Stan created and we'd set them up for a picture before the sun went down. We barely made it in time (the sun was just dipping below the horizon as we finally got them all standing), but not without forgetting a couple and including one that didn't belong.*
Unfortunately, we missed a couple significant characters (as I don't have any Fantastic Four figures, and I'd sold the Doctor Strange figure I used for my lil Steve Ditko tribute earlier this year), but still, we were rushed, and every new one we placed made one of the old ones fall over. There are two Iron Mans, and you can't even SEE the Human Torch. Sigh.
Plus, I remembered a bunch of Spider-man villains I figured I could pose behind everybody, but it was just too dark when I got them out (you can see in this picture of my nephew that the sun is almost at ground level). So I ended up taking the villains picture the next morning, hoping to comp it in.
They absolutely REFUSED to stand up, even though (and it may not be visible in the picture) they all have legs.
I like how it appears the Kingpin is comforting Scorpion, and Magneto is pondering the eternities. Even then, I forgot the Green Goblin, who has his own stand, and wouldn't have kept falling over like the other four did.
I did try to stick them all in together, in place of Patsy Walker (who I was SURE Stan had created in the Fifties, but alas, I was wrong), but the perspective, lighting, size, and color of grass all teamed up (like a group of supervillains) to thwart me. I wasted time working on it, but at least I got to listen to a podcast while I did it.
So, I ended up sticking them in the back, which doesn't look too bad. Still can't see Human Torch, though.

And why wouldn't they be? Maybe because of all the happiness that Stan Lee's creations have brought to innumerable boys, girls, and kids at heart from my generation (and before) to well after we have gone.
Thanks, Stan. 'Nuff said.
Rish Outfield
*It occurs to me now to wonder why I didn't just set the figures up myself an hour before he got home, so that everything would be r--
Oh yeah, because I wanted to do this with my eight year old nephew, and not just my sad, immature self.
Thursday, November 08, 2018
Rish Outcast 122: A Sidekick's Journey V
So, we've come to the end of this Ben Parks adventure (a sidekick's journey, if you will). But a journey into . . . what?
Then I talk about Western movies, and how they're similar to my favorite genres of Horror and Sci-Fi. ARE they similar?
To download the episode directly, Right-Click HERE.
To support me on Patreon, go on over to THIS LINK.
Logo by Gino "The Enraged Silverback" Moretto.
Ben Parks image by Dave "The Sedated Mandrill" Krumenacher.
Then I talk about Western movies, and how they're similar to my favorite genres of Horror and Sci-Fi. ARE they similar?
To download the episode directly, Right-Click HERE.
To support me on Patreon, go on over to THIS LINK.
Logo by Gino "The Enraged Silverback" Moretto.
Ben Parks image by Dave "The Sedated Mandrill" Krumenacher.
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Saturday, November 03, 2018
Tales of eBay Horror 2: Purloined Photographs
Here's the second episode, "The Tale of the Purloined Photographs." A true story, and just as scary as THE BLAIR WITCH PROJEKT (yes, with a K).
This was actually the first episode recorded, but there's not really any order to these things.* This is definitely the shortest of the shows, though.
*Except I mention in Episode 4 another story I haven't bothered to sit down and tell, and I just can't decide whether it's worth it or not.
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