“The Windmiller’s Guest,” Edmund Blair Leighton

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Winedrunk Sidewalk features my “Open Letter to President Donald J. Trump Upon His Acquittal”

I’m honored to share here that Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland has featured another piece of mine — “An Open Letter to President Donald J. Trump Upon His Acquittal.”

You can find it right here.

Thank you, Editor John Grochalski, for allowing me to share the piece with the readers of Winedrunk Sidewalk!

 

 

Throwback Thursday: Nestle’s Quik!

So this meme about Nestle’s Quik was making the rounds on Facebook this week.  (It apparently originated on the realestateispower Instagram page?)  I grew up loving Quik in the 80’s.  I wouldn’t be surprised if there are millennials who do not recognize it — it was a powder you mixed with milk to get a flavored treat.  (It’s okay … when I was very young, I didn’t really know what this Tang was that adults occasionally referred to — it was just something that was popular a little before my time.)

Now, please understand … when I say Quik, I do not mean the peculiar strawberry-flavored variant that you see pictured below.  I and every other self-respecting kid in my neighborhood appreciated the chocolate variety.  Strawberry was for … Russian kids.  Or maybe hippies.  Or girls, possibly.

Anyway. it turns out I’m not the only one who deliberately put too much mix in, so that I was rewarded with that delicious chocolate mud at the bottom of the glass.  Facebook has informed me that was machination employed by others as well.

 

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“Ribbons and Laces for Very Pretty Faces,” Edmund Blair Leighton, 1902

Oil on canvas.

Ribbons and laces for very pretty faces, by Edmund Blair Leighton

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Cover to “Le Petit Journal,” December 1, 1912

Via the Apocalyptic Midnight Death Cult Facebook page.

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A Story in 100 Words features “The Toxins in All My Pores”

Genetically altered supervillains!!!

After a lifetime of reading comics, I finally created my own villain and got her origin story published — thanks to the really nice people at A Story In 100 Words.  The title of my 100-word tale is “The Toxins in All My Pores,” and you can find it right here:

“The Toxins in All My Pores,” by Eric Robert Nolan

 

 

 

Cover to “Berni Wrightson, Master of the Macabre” #4, 1984

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“O what was that bird, said horror to hearer?”

So I just saw an eagle.  I believe it’s only the second one that I’ve seen in my life.  (I went through an embarrassing phase upon arriving in Virginia in which I thought all those vultures were eagles, but I got over that.)

It looked truly enormous, even from a distance — much larger, I think, than the eagles I’ve seen in Youtube videos; I’m not sure what the story there is.

This comes a day after a veritably massive heron took me off guard, too.  (It was like a pterodactyl.  It buzzed me like Maverick buzzes the tower in Top Gun.)

I keep trying to get pictures for you guys; I’d love to run photos here.  But I’m always too clumsy in grabbing, pointing and shoot my camera.  (I need to practice drawing and shooting really quickly, like maybe one of those Westworld robots.)

After my vain attempt to get a shot of tonight’s eagle, it occurred to me that if I knew where it nested, I could at least keep my eye out.  So started eyeballing the treelines in my neighborhood.  I might have looked funny, because I had to squint, because my eyes aren’t what they used to be, and I’ve been told that I look “grudgy” when I squint, like I’m “looking for revenge or something.”  So I probably look like a lunatic walking around now, vengefully squinting upward, like a dude just waiting for the Martians to attack again so he can finally fight back.

My neighbors think I’m weird enough.  I can tell by the questions they ask me.

I’ll keep you guys posted.

 

 

“Orpheus Charming Wild Beasts with His Lyre,” Franz von Stuck, 1891

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