Monday, April 17, 2006

Another Dream (skip this if you want, other peoples' dreams are soooo boring...)

Last night I found myself traveling around in Catalonia with the most popular girl from my years at Beaver Dam High and some of her family. I recall starlight bike-rides along narrow cobble-stoned streets and drinking cervazas with limes on verandas. Somehow I ended up in some tiny brick-lined basement bar (amazingly called the Bottom) dancing in the discotheque hall with her mom who remarkably resembled the lean hot Demi Moore of late. Whew and whatever! I sure hope Tara didn't get mad that I "grubbed" (a term I've learned from Biz) with her mom!

"B" Bands!

This last week I've been listening to a lot of Bread and Bauhaus. I got into Bread because I heard Josh Rouse's cover of "It Don't Matter To Me" and Bauhaus after re-hearing some of their stuff on the cable Retro-Active music station. Hey, Bela Lugosi's dead!

Shut Up Already!

Some darn kid out on the street is hollering and wailing on like a buffalo in heat - what is his probem???? SHUT UP!!!

A Cool Link: Pinball Number Count Remix!

Remember the original from Sesame Street? I didn't realize that this was sung by the Pointer Sisters! Anyway, I've had this in my head all day!

http://www.devilducky.com/media/7850/

Big Apple Con Redux

Hey, you all remember my favorite non-celebrity, Karen Lynn-Gorney, right? Well, I suppose she's not really my favorite anymore. I saw her again a couple weeks ago at another installment of the Big Apple Con (a comic book convention held at the Lincoln Hotel across the Madison Square Gardens) and I realized my endearment of her was slightly overrated. She has her fans, she doesn't need me. There were middle-aged men coming up to her table, buying her autographs left and right - she was doing just fine, making enough money to feed herself for awhile and possibly for a brand-new outfit. Karen didn't need my pity love, so I let her go. Rather I ended up watching Margot Kidder (1970's Lois Lane) interact with her few fans. When she started yelling at someone who was aiming his camera at her to buy a photo first I felt a glimmer of glee, just like I did the time I saw Karen begging for fans.
Actually the highlight of this convention wasn't any of these proto-celebrities, nor was it any comic-book (I hardly even bothered sorting through the long-boxes. The reasons two-fold: I practically have every comic book I want and can afford, and the stench of the place was overpowering - ordinarily putting a lot of comic-nerds into one room that will happen, but even more so when the building management decides to crank up the heat on a warm day, whew!). I have to say the stunning aria of this show was my meeting Phil Jimenez, one of my favorite comic-book creators of all time. He was the author and writer of the 1996 Tempest (Aqualad all grown-up) mini-series that was a quasi-sequel and tribute to the 1986 Aquaman mini-series (one of two of the first comic-series I followed as a kid) which was wonderfully written by Neal Pozner, Phil's partner for many years. Phil has also worked on many great DC Comics projects including artwork on the Invisibles, JLA/Titans, Wonder Woman (which he also wrote), Otherworld, and most recently the big DC crossover Infinite Crisis. And now that he's a big name in the business, he has a lot of fans, many of them showing up to this event waiting in line to get his autograph on their collections of comics that he worked on. I didn't want to be just another dork getting a signature on a comic, thereby increasing it's "value" - I actually kinda wanted to talk to him, but the line was always so long and it never seemed to move. I saw that fans had also brought sketchbooks, asking Phil to illustrate figures of Superboy Prime, Donna Troy, or some X-men whoever, so I left for awhile walking about Mid-Town.
Luckily when I returned the line was a bit more tolerable so I decided to stay and say hi to Phil. The line was was shorter, I found out, because he had announced he was leaving for lunch soon - and I was the end of the line. Whew! Anyway, the guy in front of me must not have been very interesting, or he freaked out Phil (this guy had in creepy monster-eye contact lenses), or I just seemed cool enough, but Phil started chatting it up with me while he was drawing some super so-and-so for this guy. We ended up talking for almost an hour! I brought in only one comic-book, an old Aquaman annual that Phil drew a story for. He was real excited to see a comic this old and from an early point of his career when he wasn't such a big-name in the business. He started pointing out artists' versions of the same whale that appeared in several of the stories, showing how they didn't even look alike; and he also started giving me sage advice on being new to the City and making suggestions on places to go and see. It was cool talking to someone who had such zest for for the culture and people here and wanting to share it and spread that love around- yay NYC!!! Haha, well I hope to see Phil around sometime again. He's kind of my role model I suppose - he came to NYC excelling in his art, telling his stories, and he's also friendly and generous in his efforts and time. Huzzah to Phil!

How's the Weather?

Ohmygod, it was a beautiful Easter weekend - no complaints from that darn Easter Bunny (and me)! I spent my hours reading in the park and wandering about the neighborhoods of Brooklyn. Lots of miles put upon my flip-flops.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

O Zephyr Winds That Blow On High...

"O zephyr winds that blow on high,
Pick me up so I may fly!"

~Isis, from the Adventures of Isis, 1975


It is said that reading opens the doors to new worlds, well the other night I dreamt that quite literally. In this dream, I was strolling along reading a book, and as I flipped page to page I found myself floating higher and higher with every step I took. I find it both interesting that I, first of all, am in the air in many of my dreams - never really with my feet on the ground, and then, that I'm not really flying about in the way that I would expect to. I assume after all my years of digesting issue after issue of Super-This and Wonder-That I would, in these dreams of mine, be flying about arms outstretched, my body horizontal just like every superhero (or supervillian) who has the power of flight. But, indeed, I seem to just step up into the sky as if my body had been converted into helium. It's usually quite tricky too - when there's lift-off, one must watch out for tree branches - and ceilings too, if one is indoors. The steering about in the sky is rather quite mental I believe, you really have to focus to fly left or right, up or down. The effort is usually worth it though - even if I do end up at some desolate swamp island terrorized by spirit mists, or to a celebrity benifit show where a tired, life-worn Janet Jackson might hire puppets to stand in for her, only to have herself discovered under the floor-boards of the stage.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Today's Quote

When I was getting out of bed this morning this suddenly popped into my head:

"A great man tells nobody. Nobody tells anybody."

Seems particularly peculiar for a blogger to come up with, so I'd rather allow you to dwell upon its deepness.

I'm Eating a Sandwich

Tonight I finally put into use my fake student I.D.! I used it at a Sub-Way on 14th to get a reduced rate on the Number 5 meal which included a 12-inch Italian BMT, a package of Sun-Chips and a large soda. The soda (red Hi-C), I donated to a homeless guy. The sandwich, though, is quite yummy, and I can not wait to open those golden bits of heaven we call Sun-chips. Their brilliance so bright I may have to adorn upon myself some protective sun-screen. Mmmm-hmm!

This weekend I attended another round of the Big Apple Comic Con. If readers remember my past blogs, they will wonder if I saw Karen Lynn Gorney again. Did I? Stay tuned...

I just wanted to quickly blog now before I lose all my readers due to my nefarious April Fool's joke. I didn't really throw in my towel. Bull Roar is alive and KICKING! So, thanks to all my Bull Roar Fans for hanging in there with me and letting my bull roar loud and clear!

Saturday, April 01, 2006

I'm Throwing In the Towel

I've been alerted that I can no longer use the title, "Bull Roar" for my blog due to some obscenity clause. So I humbly retire this blog to the forgotten, nether-regions of the cyberworld. Hopefully, my dear wonderful readers, you have been cutting and pasting my entries to your hard-drives to cherish forever and ever, for you will never hear this bull roar again.