Yes, Eric Idle has now sent me three Tweets on Twitter.
Sorry, I had to delete the first post I did about this, because when I copied the Twitter conversation into this window it did some weird stuff.
Now go back to being jealous…
Yes, Eric Idle has now sent me three Tweets on Twitter.
Sorry, I had to delete the first post I did about this, because when I copied the Twitter conversation into this window it did some weird stuff.
Now go back to being jealous…
Let’s talk about some famous people I have managed to run across in my rather weird life.
I already mentioned the two Tweets I got from Eric Idle. I was also mentioned in a Tweet by Ricky Gervais. I told my older daughter that I only started Tweeting so that I could get somebody famous to Tweet me back, and then she would have to get on Facebook and admit that I am cool. And to her credit, she did just that. But I have had brushes with the well-known before that.
When I was a kid, growing up in the Bay Area, I used to stop outside of this garage on the way home from elementary school and listen to Creedence Clearwater Revival practice.
Later, I went to high school with the guys in Metallica. Just to set they record straight, I didn’t really like them, but we hung out with the same crowd.
I was in a band for a while with Paul Bayloff who went on to play with Exodus.
Once, when I was a teen, we took a family trip to Long Beach and did a tour of the Queen Mary… that is a ship, in case you aren’t clear on that. They were filming some movie on the Queen Mary, and when we got in an elevator, Michael Constantine held the door open for my mom, and we rode the elevator up, chatting with him. If you don’t recognize that name, he was the guy in the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding that thought Windex had medical uses. This was long before that movie was made, but he was also the Principal on a TV show called Room 222, and was in the movie The Hustler.
In my very early twenties, I used to roadie and do security and stage bouncing for a band called Blind Illusion. I loved stage bouncing. People would try to jump on stage, and we would push them back off. We tried not to hurt them as long as they were cool. But sometimes the guys would get carried away and try to grab an instrument or one of the guys in the band. Blind Illusion had a large and loyal following in the Bay Area. They knew that when we gave them a certain signal, they were supposed to move out of the way and not catch the guy who came sailing off the stage. The obnoxious fan would just end up hitting the floor in the middle of a circle of cheering rock and roll lovers.
The bass player in Blind Illusion went on to achieve a certain amount of fame. He is Les Claypool, bass player, singer and frontman for Primus. Primus is a pretty big band, even if you have never heard of them. They are the guys who do the theme song for the TV show South Park. My wife and I have stood on the side of the stage when they play gigs in San Diego. Once, when I was waving goodbye to Les on the way out of a show, he started chant my name into the microphone, and a few thousand people ended up following along. That was sort of fun.
I sat right behind Tommy Chong and Timothy Leary at the premier of one of the Cheech and Chong movies. I kept shouting “Dave’s not here.” Oh, look it up.
I met my wife when we both worked in the Tower Records store in Berkeley. I worked in the art department making the display signs. She worked downstairs in record sales. One day, when we had just started dating, I went down to see if she wanted to go get lunch. She was talking to a lady with some crazy hair, but the lady had her back to me, so it wasn’t until I got closer that I realized that the lady was Whoopi Goldberg. This was back in the 80’s before she was as famous as she is now, but I had seen her on an HBO special and some other stuff, so I had a great conversation with her. The funny thing is that my future wife had no idea who Whoopi even was. But she got back at me soon enough. She sold a Stevie Wonder album to Carlos Santana and didn’t bother to let me know.
I miss working at Tower Records. We got free tickets to all the big rock shows and even some good plays. We saw Anthony Quinn in Zorba The Greek, and even in his 70’s that guy had some energy.
After I got married and we moved to San Diego, I went to an air show. Pappy Boyington was there. If you don’t know who he is, Google it. He was a very famous World War Two pilot, and they made a TV show about his war years called Black Sheep Squadron starring Robert Conrad. Pappy Boyington was one crazy guy in the old days. I wanted his autograph, but I didn’t have enough money to buy his book. But right next to his little stand at the air show was another little stand with an old Japanese gentleman sitting at a folding card table selling his book. I bought a little rising sun decal from him, got Pappy to sign it, and talked for a while with him about his war experiences.
I got curious about the Japanese fellow next to him and asked Pappy if he knew him. He told me that the man was the pilot that shot him down near the end of the war in the South Pacific and caused him to spend the rest of the war in a Japanese prison camp. Now they are friends.
I took a computer arts class at a community college and hung out with a guy named Carl Mesmer. He was the descendant and name sake of the Carl Mesmer who invented hypnotism. That is where the expression ‘mesmerized’ comes from.
Just a few years ago, we went and saw Eddie Izzard, a very funny British comedian. I had a chance to meet and talk briefly with Mr. Izzard after his show, along with a small crowd of other people.
Now this last story is not an actual meeting with greatness so much as a ‘degree of separation’ story, but I think this is cool. I have a friend named Chuck. He goes to my wife’s church, and we hang out now and then. We were at his house for lunch one day and I met his mother. Chuck comes from a German family, and later he told me that when his mom was a young girl during World War Two, Hitler came to her little village on a train.
The teacher at the school picked Chuck’s mom to hand Hitler a bunch of flowers, and Adolf Hitler shook her hand. That’s right. I shook a hand that shook Adolf Hitler’s hand. I don’t even know why I think that is cool. I guess it is because I have studied military history for so long. I certainly don’t think of Hitler as anything other than a world-class asshole, but for whatever reason, this was sort of an interesting highlight to my life.
I am sorry that my daughter moved to another state. But I think she will be happy there. Scottsdale is a safe, clean and interesting place to live. It is quite beautiful, and the people seem friendly.
Her boyfriend has a good job, and she is going to start her own work-from-home business.
I hope she does well. I also hope that she doesn’t get so busy that she can’t help me publish the next three… (at least)… parts of my novel.
There are some very nice places to eat in Scottsdale. We went out to dinner and the food was awesome.
All in all, I am looking forward to going back to visit them often, and getting some nice pictures to share with all of you. There is a lot to see in Arizona. The desert can be stunningly gorgeous. I plan to explore the state, but there is one interesting thing to explore that is just outside of Scottsdale.
That is Camel Back Mountain. It looks like a camel sleeping on the ground. And it looks like a fun place to hike, despite the rattlesnakes. What, you can’t see a camel there?
Maybe you have to use your imagination… or try squinting a little. I took these pictures from the car on the freeway, but there are some places you can look at it from where it looks more camely.
So yeah, I hope they are happy in this charming little city.
If you like statues of horses, or sculptures of horses, or any kind of horse-related art, Scottsdale Arizona is your kind of town…
We were only there for three days…
And we were pretty busy helping Jessica and Jason get the condo set up…
And we only walked around two parts of town…
This blog started as a place to stick all my weird artwork. It has morphed into a bunch of other weird stuff. I am going back to my roots… for now…
I still have a lot of stuff in the garage I haven’t shared yet… at least I hope I haven’t already shared these… my brain isn’t what it used to be… can you even imagine what my brain was like when it all still worked… more or less???
So these are three paintings I did long ago. Instead of taking them down off the wall over the washing machine, I just took a picture of them, so they were a little askew… I love that word… So when I cropped them I had to trim some corners. And one of them was actually behind glass in a frame, the middle one, and you can see the reflection of the lights in the middle left.
The idea I had was to paint a group of three pictures of some mountains on an alien planet in the morning, midday, and twilight. I cut a cardboard outline of the mountain peaks so I could pencil on three mountains that looked the same. Then I just played with the background and shading and light.
Not exactly masterpieces, but fun to do, and they brighten up the garage when I am stuffing laundry in the dryer. And alien landscapes tie in so nicely with the theme of this week where I am trying to sell my new boo… NO! I will not do it. You deserve a break.
Any day you meet a baby horse is a good day.
Okay, so in my attempt to keep myself busy so I do not drive you all crazy talking about how my book got published, I am going to tell you about our Easter instead. It was pretty awesome. I didn’t take pictures of most of it, because it was just too weird. So while I describe it to you, I will show you pictures I took on the same day. We went up to Fallbrook, about an hour outside of San Diego, to My wife’s Aunt and Uncle’s house. They have a neighbor who has lots of animals. One of her horses, Maddy, just had a baby four days ago. The baby is named Snippers.
I know I have told you all that babies and dogs love me. Now you can see that even a brand new pony loves me…
He let me pet him. So what made this day so special? Well, in the first place, our family is just weird. Now that Mollie is 14, we didn’t have any little kids to hunt for Easter eggs… so Mollie and Jessica and Jessica’s boyfriend and their roommate did the egg hunt. The fact that three out of four are college graduates and in their early twenties wasn’t the weird part of the day though.
The weird part was a party game that Jessica had us all play.
Oh, that is me telling Maddy what a good mom she is.
So this game involves taking pairs of pantyhose and dropping a tennis ball down one of the legs all the way to the foot. Then you tie the pantyhose around your waist letting the leg with the tennis ball in the toes dangle between your feet. It looks a lot like male private parts… really, really long male private parts. The, uhhh…. tip… should just brush the ground. Now you have groups of 4 or 5 players line up, and you set a hard-boiled egg on the ground in front of each person. The object is for each player to roll the egg over a line some distance away with just the tennis ball in a stocking swinging between their legs. You can’t use your hands. You have to do it with pelvic thrusts. And it is not as easy as it sounds.
You really ought to try this game at your next party. Watching other people do it is even more fun than doing it yourself. And any number of people can play if you have enough eggs, pantyhose and tennis balls, or by taking turns. But I guess you can see why nobody wanted me to put pictures of them on the blog doing it.
That’s Dora the donkey. I love that little donkey. Every time we go to Aunt Sharon and Uncle Bert’s house, we go visit the horses and Dora.
I guess it was also a good day because everybody was so excited about my book being published… (Sorry, that just slipped out)… and also because it is my birthday in just a few more days, so I got presents.
That’s Pongo. She is getting old and takes a long time to chew a carrot, but she is so sweet. She likes to have her ears scratched.
Jason, Jessica’s boyfriend, was having us all pose for crazy pictures with a toy light saber we found while cleaning Mollie’s room. I guess he is going to do some funny Star Wars pictures, and I am looking forward to that. We all tried to out-do each other in the poses, and I think Andrew, their roommate is going to win because he was photographed in mid-air jumping off the swing.
Okay, so yeah… Presents, weird games, and a baby horse. Family and friends. That was a pretty good day.
I also took a few pictures of flowers, but I know some of you are still getting snow and I feel sort of bad about posting those… unless you really want me to. Then I could do that tomorrow, you know, to keep me from talking about the book… so much.
Oh, and my wife made me an angel food cake for my birthday, which had chocolate frosting and strawberries dipped in orange chocolate so they looked like carrots. And she also made these little sheep things…
They are chocolate cupcakes with green sprinkles on them for grass. The sheep are powdered donuts with little cookie heads, pretzel legs, and candy faces. You know you want one.
Now read the post below this one… about my book… Using a baby horse as an excuse for slacking off on your reading is just wrong!
And I am now a professional paid author.
Special thanks to my friend Bats at http://http://bats0711.wordpress.com/ She was the very first to buy my book in actual dead tree form. I have now promised to write a character based on her into the fifth part of the series, just as soon as I publish the other four which are already done. Thanks Bats. Don’t let me forget.
But I have more exciting news. The first book is now available on Amazon.com in electronic form. I have no idea if this is an electronic form that will work with your electronic device or not. I am a computer moron, remember? But I have been assured by my technical whiz-kid daughter, who is also my publicist, that it will be available on most if not all types of reader/computer/smart phone/Ipad things sooner or later.
The good news… for you… is that this version of the book is cheap. Really cheap. Much cheaper than it is on flat bits of dead tree. And I am starting it off at a special rate for all of you.
In case you do not believe that my book is on Amazon.com, here is a picture as proof…
Look at that. Its right on the top. I know it is too small to see, but trust me. All you need to do is go to Amazon.com and do a search for ‘otherwhere chronicles’.
That will take you to;
The SALOON AT THE EDGE OF EVERYWHERE book one of THE OTHERWHERE CHRONICLES by A .H. BROWNE
In fact, if you could do that right now and let me know if it works, I would appreciate it. I will wait.
If you are a big fan of dead trees… or electronics mystify and scare you like they do me… you can also go to thebookpatch.com and do a search for ‘otherwhere’ and order it in actual book form. Remember, unless you get a paper book made from trees that grew near a leaky nuclear power plant, these ‘paper’ books do not light up, so do not attempt top read them in the dark.
Now here is the big favor I must ask.
In order for me to become a really famous author… and have them make my books into a feature-length film with Brad Pitt playing me in the role as main character… I need some of you to actually buy the book. I know this is asking a lot, but I do need to pay the editor so I don’t actually lose money.
What I need are reviews. If you think you remember enough of the story from when I was posting chapters here on the blog, or you just want to fake it and say nice things, maybe there is a way you can review it without having to buy one. I leave that up to your conscience.
But it is all good. My dream has come true. I am a professional writer.
In fact, since I have actually sold a few art projects, as soon as the band plays its first bar gig, I will be a professional artist,writer and musician, the trifecta, the trinity, the three-legged stool of all my dreams.
Or at least I hope you can. I am a computer moron, so maybe the link will not even work. But if you could try it out and let me know, that would be awesome…
So this is it. The Saloon At The Edge Of Everywhere, book one of The Otherwhere Chronicles is now existing in this universe ion this reality.
First, let me start off by saying that I am sorry if I do about 50 posts today talking about my book. I can’t begin to tell you how exciting this is.
So thanks again to my older daughter Jessica. I couldn’t have done this without her. She is the one who is doing all the technical stuff. I just wrote the dang thing.
Also I would like to thank her boyfriend Jason who did the cover. He is so cool.
Oh, and I got an actual professional editor, a friend from my wife’s church, to fix my horrible spelling and grammar. Thanks Linda.
The book is available right now… or so I have been told… in paper form. Sometime today you should be able to order it on Kindle, as soon as they get done preparing it.
I have also been told that Jessica is working on making it available on Ipads without the Kindle App and in the Apple Bookstore. I guess… I hope… that means that you should, before long, be able to order it on almost any electronic device known to man… except maybe a flashlight or an Easybake oven.
To all of you who read parts of the book when I posted them on my blog and gave me feedback and editing and spelling tips, thank you all again.
I doubt you can even see it, but the book on the bottom left is the first book in my series. It is called:
The Saloon At The Edge Of Everywhere
book one of
The Otherwhere Chronicles.
It is funny. It is exciting. It is full of aliens.
I will be back soon with a better link if anyone wants to order the dang thing. After almost four years of my life the wait is over.
I could have called this post “More random pictures of our trip to visit my mom in the Bay Area’…
But that doesn’t have the same ring to it.
For years my brothers and I have been teasing my mom about the rugs that have been in her living room since we were all kids way back in the 1960’s. That being said, we all love those rugs. They are bright and colorful and cheerful and fun. We all grew up playing on those rugs. But they do look like something bought at a yard sale at the Brady Bunch house…
You just can’t help but smile when you look at them…
And the fact that they are side by side in the same room just makes them that much cooler.
I also realized that there were a couple of my works of art from long ago that I have not shared with you. My mom has them proudly framed and hung on display along with artwork done by my brothers. Because that is the way moms are.
That is probably the second watercolor I ever did. I just wanted to try to play with the way that light and color would collide if you put two colored glass bottles together with one slightly behind the other. It didn’t turn out to be everything I hoped for. I think I got the paper too wet, and it wasn’t really the right kind of paper. But it looks okay in real life hanging in our kitchen.
Here is the first watercolor I ever did.
For some reason I never finished this one. But my mom says that just adds to the picture somehow. And who am I to argue with my mother? I think I was just a kid when I did these. At least that is my story and I am sticking to it.
While I was in my mom’s computer room/office, trying to type my blog posts on a computer that I do not know how to use and that kept getting booted off the internet, I happened to spot this robin in the tree outside the window…
These berry trees… whatever they are called… are very common in the Bay Area. When the berries have aged a bit, they seem to make the robins drunk. This fat little fellow stayed on that branch for more than a half an hour, gobbling down those berries at an incredible rate. Then he would stop eating for a minute or two before starting in again. When was the last time you ever saw a bird stay in one place for that long?
I am throwing in one picture of a dog that belongs to the kid who lives across the street from my mom. Because you know I love dogs. And so does Mollie…
That is Lilly the dog. And Mollie the human.
And one picture of a sunset taken from my mom’s livingroom… just because I like the colors.
Thanks for being here. I am almost done clearing off my camera again, and then we can get back to the weird stuff that I normally… or abnormally… do.


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