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Throwback Thursday: “The Return of the Living Dead” (1985)!

One of my tragic flaws is that I am consistently late to the party when it comes to cool stuff.  (Seriously.)  So I never saw “Return of the Living Dead” (1985) in the 80’s.  I saw it around … 1993 or 1994, I guess,  on VHS tape in the Mary Washington College dorm room of Rhett Carlson and Nickolai Butkevich.

I truly enjoyed it, which is unusual for a horror-comedy.  (Movies can either scare me or make me laugh, but they can rarely do both.)  Yes, I am one of the people out there who finds “Return of the Living Dead” genuinely creepy.  C’mon … it’s got decent makeup effects — and both the “Tarman” zombie and the slab woman, for example, are pretty well executed monsters.

Hey … there’s a remake due out this Christmas.  I guess we’ll have to wait and see if it’s any good.



Local Gems Press selects “Confession” for its upcoming Bards Poetica anthology.

I’m so happy to share here that my poem “Confession” will appear in Local Gems Press’ upcoming anthology: Bards Poetica: Poems About Poetry.  The anthology posed a truly interesting question to poets — “What is poetry?”

You can preorder a copy of the book right here, if you like.

I am grateful yet again to Maddie McGivney and to Bards President James P. Wagner for allowing me to see my work appear in such an exemplary poetry collection.  🙂



Nerd peer pressure consists of cajoling other writers into submitting their poetry to podcasts.

“Do it!  Do it!  Everybody’s doing it!  I just did it!  See?”



Throwback Thursday: “I’ve been LOOKING for that paint.”

Just a classic Benny Hill skit from … the 1980’s? I’m not sure. “The Benny Hill Show” ran between 1969 and 1989, according to the Internet Movie Database, and he looks relatively young here.

The show was an institution in the house I grew up in, and this particular skit was quoted and re-enacted with reverence. I recently found it entirely at random on Facebook. I took this video using my phone, so that I could share it with people who are not on that platform.



Happy Return of the Living Dead Day!!

Celebrate responsibly.  Remember that, in Virginia, it is a Class 4 misdemeanor to enter a cemetery after dark without consent.


Source: Horrorweekly on Facebook

This is how I glare at the drones circling overhead.

YOU SENT THEM, DIDN’T YOU?!!??!

Hey, whatever happened to those flocks of mystery zones that comprised a national mystery like … six months ago?  Do you guys remember that?  Everyone in the northeast was seeing drones and reporting them to the police and Congress and the FAA.

Did we ever find out what the deal was with that?



Poetry Hall (诗殿堂) bilingual journal translates three more of my poems into Chinese.

I’m honored today to see Poetry Hall (诗殿堂) yet again translate my poetry for its global population of Chinese readers.  Issue 28 of the quarterly bilingual journal includes the following three short poems: “Delaware Sheets” (特拉华床单), “Redbud Leaves” (紫荆叶), and “Sullen Robin Haiku” (愠怒知更鸟).

You can find Issue 28 over at Amazon right here.

As I’ve noted here in the past, Poetry Hall has a truly engaging publication format, in which poems appear in English along with their Chinese translations, side by side.

I am grateful to Editor in Chief Xu Yingcai and translator Zhang Ning for allowing me to share my voice with Chinese speakers throughout the world.

— Eric Robert Nolan 埃里 克·罗伯特·诺兰



Bull.

You guys know I love “28 Days Later,” but I’ve seen it multiple times and Sandra Bullock is NOT in the movie.



 

(I’m a man of few words.)

“WORD BLITZ.”

The actual World War II Blitz in London was probably less difficult.

Why do I suck at this?  The college friend with whom I play online routinely gets TEN TIMES my score.  (Dammit, Janet.)  You’d think I’d be good with words, what with all the poemy-type things and the stories and such.

Nope.  People who are currently LEARNING the English language are probably better at this than I am.

I’m terrible at Scrabble too.  So if we’re at a party together, do NOT pick me for your team!  

(I’m kidding, of course.  I don’t get invited to parties.)



Anyway, my hair looks grayt.

Grayt.