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.

Lee Hardcastle’s “Thingu” (a parody of John Carpenter’s “The Thing”)

I’ve been meaning to run this on the blog since forever — artist Lee Hardcastle’s brief, brilliant 2012 send-up of John Carpenter’s 1982 masterpiece, “The Thing.”  (It is also a claymation parody of the European children’s program, “Pingu.”  Please note, however, that the video below is NOT for children.)

Even if the animation method is crude, this is damned creative stuff — in addition to being blackly funny, according to your tastes in humor.  This went viral when it was released, and I believe it fully deserves its online fame.

Is it weird if I’d never heard of “Pingu” before this video?  I have friends who certainly recall it.  Maybe it was just a European thing.  Or maybe it’s an example of “The Mandela Effect.”  I am very much an 80’s kid, and I swear I cannot remember that “Oregon Trail” computer game either.

 

Old-time radio horror shows (because I need another nerdy hobby)

So I’ve discovered a fun and easily accessible treatment for insomnia, and it’s also an interesting diversion for a horror fan looking for a change of pace.  There are no small number of horror and suspense radio shows from the 1930’s, 40’s and 50’s on Youtube.  (They actually do have a significant online fandom.)

The programs are typically 30 to 40 minutes long, and the audio-only stories make you feel like you’re reading a book before bedtime (which for many people is a perfect treatment for sleeplessness).

The horror is a bit mild compared with modern films or TV shows, of course.  But it’s still fun hearing what people found spooky before the days of television.  It’s even better if the recording contains the original radio ads, which are even weirder than you might expect.

I started one last night that was narrated by the legendary Peter Lorre, and I know that Vincent Price starred in a slew of them.

 

 

 

“Zimmerbild” (a chamber painting), Leopold Zielcke, circa 1825

Berlin, Germany.  Early Victorian period.

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Ben Crystal reads William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29

Now this is Sonnet 29 recited properly — it’s Welsh actor Ben Crystal at the 2014 Sonnet Slam in New York.  (I am linking here to the Willful Pictures Youtube channel.)

I like Crystal’s conversational style and the way that he appears to address the audience directly.  He “speaks” the poem, instead of ostentatiously reciting it it.  It reminds me of the performances in The Guardian’s “Shakespeare Solos” series — particularly the readings by Eileen Atkins and David Morrissey.

 

“Moonlight in Virginia,” George Inness, 1884

Oil on panel.

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Throwback Thursday: Marvel Comics’ “The Infinity Gauntlet” (1991)

My buddies and I have “Avengers” fever.  We can barely wait to see “Avengers: Infinity War,” which opens tonight, and answer some burning questions.  I myself want to know how the relatively humble Captain America can deflect a blow from Thanos’ omnipotence-granting Infinity Gauntlet (as depicted in the trailer).  Meanwhile, a pal of mine insists it’s possible that some iteration of the Venom alien symbiote will make an appearance — even though that character is owned separately by Sony Pictures.  (I’m inclined to think that this is wishful thinking.)

I was actually around for the 1991 debut of “The Infinity Gauntlet” — the six-issue 1991 crossover series upon which this movie is based.  (“The Infinity War” was actually a sequel comic crossover that Marvel released a year later.)  An upperclassman upstairs in my sophomore dorm lent it to me, and it pretty much blew my mind.  I had only recently discovered that the characters owned by the “big two” comic book companies inhabited shared universes.  (DC Comics has released its own universe-wide crossover series at about the same time — “Armageddon 2001,” a series I still love, despite other fans’ contempt for it.)  I had read a lot of comic books growing up, but they were usually war comics or horror comics; superheroes had always seemed lame to me when I was a kid.

“The Infinity Gauntlet” was thick stuff, as comics went.  The sheer number of characters involved (and an abundance of cosmic characters) made it a little hard to follow for a reader new to Marvel.  (DC’s major characters were fewer, more familiar and easier to understand.)

But it was still a load of fun.  I still think it’s messed up what Thanos did to poor goddam Wolverine, who’d skillfully gotten the drop on him at first.

 

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“Study of Man Sketching in Front of a House,” Edward Hopper, circa 1900

Opaque watercolor, fabricated chalk and graphite pencil on paper.

 

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New York City in 1873 and 2014

I’m linking here to another look at New York City through historical photos — this one from the Jordan Liles Youtube channel.  It’s beautifully crafted, with seamless then-and-now transitions between 1873 and 2014.

The shots of the Brooklyn Bridge are my favorite.

 

Cover to “Grendel Tales: Four Devils, One Hell” #6, Matt Wagner, 1994

Dark Horse Comics.

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Neon Nerd Nolan reads you Shakespeare! (Sonnet 29)

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.