All posts by Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan graduated from Mary Washington College in 1994 with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. He spent several years a news reporter and editorial writer for the Culpeper Star Exponent in Culpeper, Virginia. His work has also appeared on the front pages of numerous newspapers in Virginia, including The Free Lance – Star and The Daily Progress. Eric entered the field of philanthropy in 1996, as a grant writer for nonprofit healthcare organizations. Eric’s poetry has been featured by Dead Beats Literary Blog, Dagda Publishing, The International War Veterans’ Poetry Archive, and elsewhere. His poetry will also be published by Illumen Magazine in its Spring 2014 issue.

Today is Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day.

The attack on Pearl Harbor by the Japanese Imperial Navy took place a full 80 years ago today.  It killed 2,403 Americans, wounded another 1,178, and finally brought the United States into World War II.



Destruction of the U.S.S. Shaw.  Photo credit: unknown United States Navy photographer.

Throwback Thursday: MST3K’s 1993 riffing of “Santa Claus” (Season 5).

Here’s a weird, wonderful, possibly offensive clip from the classic days of Mystery Science Theater 3000.  This is from the show’s fifth season; it originally aired in 1993.  The movie that Mike and the bots are riffing is 1959’s “Santa Claus.”  [I am linking below to MsHandsanitizer’s channel on Youtube.]

Knickknack paddy wack, give a box to Nolan.

So my super-cool best friend sent me a big box of knickknacks as an early Christmas present, and its contents easily double as inspirations or writing prompts.

What you see up front in the first two photos is petrified wood, an obsidian arrowhead (dragonglass for defeating white walkers!!) and selenite crystal.  The selenite will come in handy, as it promotes peace and calm — my 2022 New Year’s resolution is to chill the #@$% out before this world finally drives me to full on supervillainy.  (I started picking out a costume on Friday after doomscrolling Twitter.)

The pottery she made herself.  And the cigar box corral with its contestants is perfect for plotting out my planned western epic.  Dammit, I hope I’m not giving away too many plot points here.  (You’ve heard the expression, “Not my first rodeo?”  It WAS the center guy’s first rodeo.)



quill and cup