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.
“The Last Unicorn” (1982) is an 80’s film that you don’t hear quite as much about in nostalgia circles. My sister took me to see it in the theater when I was in second or third grade. It probably wasn’t the first choice of a movie for a kid whose heroes were Sgt. Rock, Conan the Barbarian, and Ka-Zar the Savage. (Seriously, I read a looooot of comics as a little boy.) But my sister was the one with the car keys.
Come to think of it, there might have been a dearth of options. If memory serves (the 80’s were a very long time ago), there were generally fewer films at the local multiplex for the younger set. “The Last Unicorn” might have been the only children’s movie that happened to be playing. (I think the market has expanded quite a bit since then.) I really liked it, though.
“The Last Unicorn” had a hell of a voice cast — including Alan Arkin, Christopher Lee and Mia Farrow. The animation (to my eyes, at least) looks like strictly average stuff — except for the title unicorn and the monster antagonist. Those look quite good; they look fluid and natural. The backdrops are pretty good too.
The monster’s name here is “The Red Bull,” which is probably funny now, given the eponymous modern energy drink.
We need to call it something else to make it seem cooler. Tactical Urban Street Transporter?
If we call it a Tactical REMOVABLE Urban Street Transporter we can go with the acronym T.R.U.S.T., but I’m not sure how cool that sounds — I’ve never been an expert on what’s cool. T.R.U.S.T. sounds like a credit-building plan suggested by a patient, sympathetic banker.
Update: a pal of mine just suggested “Otter Pocket.” Hold up. That’s actually brilliant, because it compels me to adopt a corresponding otter occupant. And I have always wanted an excuse to enlist an otter.
“Periods of progress in gender, labor, or racial emancipation have also been fertile terrain for openly racist and sexist aspirants to office, who soothe fears of the loss of male domination and class privilege and the end of White Christian “civilization.” Cultural conservatives have repeatedly gravitated to antidemocratic politics at such junctures of history, enabling dangerous individuals to enter mainstream politics and gain control of government.”
― Ruth Ben-Ghiat, Strongmen: Mussolini to the Present
