Cows, cars, and Christmas…

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Well, we are back at my mom’s house in the Bay Area. The Christmas madness is going to begin. There will be 16 or more people living here for the next few days, and more coming in and out.

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And what, you might be asking, does this have to do with a cow perched majestically atop a huge pile of manure?

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My mother-in-law joined us on our adventure this year. Because the house is so full, she brought her motor home. We did a caravan from San Diego, past Los Angeles, and down the long Central Valley of California. When I say we, I mean me, my mother-in-law, and my younger daughter, Mollie, who cruised with my mother-in-law in the motor home. My wife flew, because she had to work… And she still almost beat us to the Bay Area. My normal 7 or 8-hour drive was extended because of the slow speed of the motor home. We left before the sun came up, and got to my mom’s as the sun set.

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So… about the cows. I have showed you so many photos of the valley over the years. But this time, I saw something from a new angle. My mother-in-law heard a rattling, and pulled off the freeway to see what was rolling around. She stopped on the side of the road near the off ramp. Now, we drive by this cow-holding area every time we do the drive. You can smell it for miles. But I never got this close to it before. I walked across the road to take some of these pictures.

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As we got back on the freeway, I took that picture. It shows the extent of the operation. This is a concentration camp for cows… and I don’t say that lightly. I have been to Dachau twice. This is wholesale slaughter of another species. Now, don’t get me wrong. I eat meat. I love meat.

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But, when I eat a cow, I like to imagine that they lived like these cows… the little black dots way over there.

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I like to think that they have room to roam around. You know, romp and play… like cows do…

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In fact, when I am chomping on a steak or a burger, I think of the cows in a meadow, where the grass is greener than this.

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And don’t get me started on sheep.

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Anyway… after a very long day, we made it to the Bay Area. San Francisco loomed in the distance, calling me to more adventures.

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And there you have it.

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We came around the corner, onto the the street where I grew up, and that leads us back to the picture I started the post with, taken in front of my mom’s house…

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Getting in the mood for Christmas… Old, recycled posts of the holiday season… the final chapter… maybe…

So, I am going to be busy doing the usual Christmas trek/family gathering thing. And we will be doing lots of cool stuff that requires me to take photos, and then do posts about them. So, I am running out of time to get you in the mood with old, recycled posts.

In that spirit, here is a mishmash of stuff from other Christmas posts…

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I guess one thing that always bothers me about the new, more militant religious conservative Christians, is their complete failure to grasp the message that the person they claim to follow was really trying to teach his followers. Not once, as far as I can remember, did Jesus ever stop and ask somebody what religion they followed before he offered to help them. And considering the fact that he started off with only 12 guys who could even be considered his followers, that pretty much means that everybody he helped was a non-Christian. I mean, not to put too fine a point on it, but the way he got new followers was to show them compassion and love regardless of what they believed. Maybe that was the whole idea of his teachings. To show so much compassion and love to other people that they became intrigued by him and ended up wanting to be more like him. And then there is the whole ‘turn the other cheek’ message which seems to get overlooked in the rush to find more judgmental biblical quotes to use to tell everybody else how evil they are.
And when you get right down to it, the only people Jesus ever got so mad at that he threw a hissy-fit and ended up flipping over tables was a bunch of rich money lenders… or what we today would call bankers… something else to think about… if you are into that whole ‘thinking’ thing.

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I want a Great White shark submarine… you know… if you are looking for Christmas gift ideas…

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I may have stolen this idea from a famous animated character. Bonus points if you know who that is.


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Getting in the mood for Christmas… Old, recycled posts of the holiday season… part 16…

Obviously I was just messing with you in that last post… that wasn’t a real Christmas ninja… this is a real Christmas ninja…

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Getting in the mood for Christmas… Old, recycled posts of the holiday season… part 15… because… Christmas Ninja!!!

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More stuff I see hiding in my fence… part 2…

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Oh look… another alien. Just for the record, the human mind is programmed to see patterns in random shapes. This is particularly true of seeing human faces. This is why we see animals in the clouds… and Jesus on burnt toast.

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Getting in the mood for Christmas… Old, recycled posts of the holiday season… part 14… the funny pictures of Christmas edition!!!

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Of course I make it all about me… that’s what I do…

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Because Christmas is all about elves…

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And funny Lord Of The Rings tie-ins…

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And labor disputes… wait, do elves even get paid?

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It is also about hanging out with your friends…

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And funny hats…

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How is that war on Christmas going?

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Okay… that’s just silly…

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And I leave you with some animals getting in the Christmas spirit…

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Because red animals should wear red hats…

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And also, I have crack squirrels living in my head.

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So, who is this Arthur guy, how did he end up being put in charge of the allied fleets defending his universe from an invasion from another dimension… and what is the story on all these aliens???… part 2…

In the first post in this series, I introduced you to me… but not this me, the one trying save that other dimension from an invasion from yet another dimension. Now, in my ongoing attempt to get you interested in the fourth novel in my action/humor science fiction series; The Otherwhere Chronicles, let me introduce you to some of the alien individuals and races that inhabit these other dimensions.

The notes under each image are cut and pasted directly from the first three novels—> available over there—> in my sidebar—>

Once again, with the pure volume of science fiction out there, making up dozens of alien races is not easy to do. Go ahead. Try to think up an alien that doesn’t remind you of any alien you ever saw on a screen… we will wait…

I wrote these books without planning ahead at all past the next sentence. I wrote them the way that other Arthur overcomes the obstacles he faces in the story. No plans… just keep going and trust in dumb luck. I mean, yes, I had a rough outline. It went like this:

Book one, Arthur saves the alien space station where he is a janitor.

Book two, Arthur saves Earth… (I scaled that down to just the San Francisco Bay Area).

Book three, Arthur takes a vacation… while things are going crazy.

Book Four, Arthur saves the entire universe, and maybe many universes.

So, trust me, it came as a surprise to me when that other me became first, the CEO of the biggest alien/human corporation in any history, and then, in this book, the Supreme Commander of all the allied fleets. And now, if you have been following along with book four as I post it, he is trying to win a space battle against the Black Fleet, which outnumbers his own forces by millions to one. He is doing okay, so far.

Lastly, while I was writing these novels, whenever I need the plot to pick up speed, or change direction, or get a bit dangerous… or silly… I would throw in some more aliens. I drew a small sketch of each new alien, and made a few notes. This was to help me remember how many digits or limbs they had, how big they were, number of eyes, noses, mouths and so on, and also some key characteristics of that new species. And, because the English language is sweeping the universe, I would come up with a funny accent in my head for each new character. This way I could converse with them and get to know them. Many of them ended up sounding like bad movie villains.

Anyway, lets meet some aliens, shall we?

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The Xxo

Humans call them ‘Giant Broccoli’. No one knows how to pronounce Xxo. If it helps, here is  how I pronounce it; it rhymes with ‘show’, but starts with a soft ‘j’ sound, or ‘zh’ maybe. They look a little like two-ended giant broccoli, or two sea anemones stuck together at the base. They are at least eight-feet-tall, just to where their top tentacles start. They have tentacles on top and bottom. They have eyes all around the center of their torsos like a belt, and can focus any or all of them. They have multiple mouths that are vertical slits that circle trunk between each eye. They are green with purple swirls and veins like marble. They give birth by dividing from top to bottom. The slightly larger half maintains the original personality, while the other half makes a new individual. They live for thousands of years. They tend to sway back and forth when drunk or angry. They think in terms of strategy and have a very military mindset.

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  1. Brain-Friends

They look like toads that can stand up. They are bright blue in color. They stand about one and a half-feet-tall. They are very wise, and remember almost everything they ever see or learn. They translate and speak for the Slugs.

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The Reavers

They look a little like friendly talking hippopotami, but they are not all that friendly.

They have big tusks jutting from their lower jaw. They are tough and vicious, and hire themselves out as mercenaries. They also make high-tech weaponry.

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The Qualm

They are empathic. They have no individual names. They have a group personality. They are six feet or so in height, thin, blue, and translucent, like floating veils. They would be beautiful if they didn’t have faces like a bowl of wiggling spaghetti. They float around without touching the ground. They feel the emotions of most races, but can’t really read minds. They tend to react to alien thoughts incorrectly and misinterpret things. They are prone to quick judgments, overreaction, hysterics, melancholy. They worry about everyone’s moods. They are gossips and busybodies. They love to help, they just don’t usually know how.

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The Tribes of Taaleem

Humans call them ‘Bats’ or sometimes Trexes, which is just a short version of  T-Rex,  because they do look a little like small versions of those ferocious animals. They are two-feet-tall or so. They are reptilian bat-like creatures with black scaly skin and vestigial wing membranes under their arms. At one time they adapted to flight but they didn’t like it. They have three-tipped tails. They have a Feudal, very hard to fathom social structure. They are masters of court intrigues and plots. Royal families make up about 98% of their race. There are very few commoners. There is also no money left in royal coffers. There has been much inbreeding. This has weakened the bloodlines and caused a trend toward freakish genetic traits. Huge ears, overbites, sloping foreheads, and so on, are quite common. They are very sociable, but pompous and stuck up. They like to put on airs. They were the second alien race to land on Earth.


Okay, I did notice that the descriptions I cut and pasted were from an early, unedited version of my character and race notes, included in each novel. There are a few mistakes and typos. But, since I invented hundreds of characters and dozens of races, the notes are an easy way to go back and remind yourself of who you are reading about as you go. Also, I included here just the race notes, not any individual characters. No sense making this even more confusing.

 

 

 

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More stuff I see hiding in my fence… part 1…

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A turkey… wearing a crown… hey, I don’t make this stuff up.

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Getting in the mood for Christmas… Old, recycled posts of the holiday season… part 13…

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It’s almost Christmas, and you know what that means… the monkeys from my self-illustrated children’s book—> available over there, in my sidebar—> are getting into the spiked eggnog again. *(NOTE… the monkeys in the actual book do not get drunk… it is a book for children, for cryin’ out loud)*

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So, who is this Arthur guy, how did he end up being put in charge of the allied fleets defending his universe from an invasion from another dimension… and what is the story on all these aliens???… part 1…

Well, I am glad you asked… since you probably haven’t been reading the fourth novel in my action/humor science fiction series: The Otherwhere Chronicles, that I have been posting. Maybe you aren’t reading it because you didn’t buy the first three novels… available over there—> in my sidebar—> and you feel like you can’t catch up.

Fear not.

I am going to give you some backstory, and introduce some of the aliens.

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Arthur Blacke… (pronounced ‘Black’… [it is a joke, because my name also ends with a silent ‘e’, and you would be surprised by the number of times people call me Arthur ‘Brownie’ is they don’t know me])… is really me. I mean, not this me. It is the me from another dimension, set just a few years further into the future than this one. You can read all about it if you go back to the epilogue I posted at the beginning of this newest novel.

In this other dimension, aliens have found planet Earth. And they love humans. It turns out we are the very first race to develop independently. All the rest of the races were ‘seeded’ by the Giant Flying Pickles… a race of more-or-less undying aliens, who, when each big bang sucks back in on itself and the universe… all the universes… blow up again, and things start over, go back out and replace the life in the universes so they have something interesting to watch. It is boring living forever. And no, they don’t call themselves the Giant Flying Pickles. Humans call them that. Because they look like giant pickles… and they can fly.

Anyway, they seed life  into all the realities. Except humans developed independently… in the wild, as it were. Also, the Pickles play a huge part in this story. Because one of them died and his body is now a gateway between all the dimensions… which explains how the Black Fleet is invading the one Arthur lives in… oh, and they brought another Arthur with them.

So… where was I… oh yeah… Arthur was a janitor on an alien space station called The Hub. There is one close to each Nexus Point, holes in space that allow ships to cross vast, empty regions of the universe. Arthur and some human and alien friends were having poker night, when space pirates attacked the Hub in a Disney Spaceliner they had hijacked. Arthur saves the Hub. In the process, he and his little band of daring dogooders are observed all over the universe because of the Reporters… these little globes that mysteriously show up at any interesting event, record, and broadcast what is happening, in every language on every planet that has news outlets. Nobody knows if the Reporters are a species or a mechanical invention, but that doesn’t matter right now.

To make a long story as short as possible… oh, did I mention that aliens everywhere are fascinated with the human race, and English is now the semi-official language of the universe?… but Arthur goes back to Earth to visit his mom, and ends up saving San Francisco from being blown to smithereens. It is all part of a plot by a human named David Gassaway, who owns the Enzyme Corporation, the biggest business enterprise in the history of everything… but it turns out that David is from another dimension… the one ruled by the Black Empire, presided over by the Doraimee… (overlord) Fahh… yes, you heard me… the Doraimee Fahh… I told you, this is an action/HUMOR series.

The Enzyme Corporation is up to all kinds of evil things, in order to weaken the universe so that the Black Fleet can come over and conquer it. Arthur puts some major crimps in these plans. At the end of book two, the President of the United States puts Arthur and his friends… now known as Arthur’s Avengers… in charge of the confiscated corporation. They rename it as: The Universe Company. Now, Arthur is the first janitor/corporate CEO that I have ever read about.

Then, Arthur… being lazy and irresponsible… leaves his friends in charge, and goes back to the Hub, to take a vacation… because that is the kind of guy I am… uh… he is. With an invasion looming, he goes on a walkabout around the huge wheel of the Hub. During his adventures… where he meets an alien who can only talk in lines from Monty Python skits… (which is how I met Eric Idle, in real life, in this dimension, by the way)… and a bunch of cute, colorful, furry bears with a dark secret, and a group of human supremacists living right next door to a group of alien supremacists… and a conclave of hippy Dead Heads… he is set upon by assassins sent from the other dimension to kill him.

Now, one way or another, at the start of this book, Arthur has been put in charge of the allied fleet… so he is a janitor/CEO/Supreme Allied Commander. The funny thing is that he just makes it up as he goes along, and it always works out… with a surprisingly small loss of life.

If you were wondering about the picture at the top of this post, that is Arthur Blacke, on some planet, with a Wasp Whip. The Wasp Whips… a name Arthur came up with for a previously unknown race just because he thought it was a good tongue-twister… were the pirates who captured that Disney Starliner in the first book… but they weren’t real pirates… they were… well… never mind. Buy the first book. They are on the good-guy’s side now.

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