Celebrating with this 224th blog post the ‘Hot Tracks’ series presenting Top Songs by Michel Montecrossa and Mirakali
The Antelopes Of A Girl (by Michel Montecrossa); Genre: Dance, Cyberrock
Always True (by Mirakali); Genre: Dance, Electronica, EDM
The Road Of Love & Sweetness Song (by Michel Montecrossa)
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October is one of my favorite months, not just because my birthday happens to fall on the 21st. But it’s when the seasons starts to change and Halloween of course. But in recent years there has been an element of sadness that occurs. The 23rd of October happens to be my Father’s birthday and with his passing, it really hasn’t been the same. With our birthdays always a day apart we always picked the 22nd to have a big party. But now I have this mixed emotion of happiness and sadness of remember of once was. That is also why way I have haven’t been on here for a few days/week. Just needed some family time and some time to take my mind of this (didn’t work haha).
But that not way I wanted to share this “Story Time” with you. My Grandfather always had a habit or routine and did not deviate from these at all. The saying, “can’t teach an old dog new tricks” comes in to mind with him hahaha. I’ve learned so much from that man, I wouldn’t want to change him anyways. Between my Grandfather and my Father, I become a jack of all trades and for that I am grateful.
But there is one habit that my Grandfather always did and it drove my Grandmother NUTS! He would always have a kleenex on him. Always in his pocket, used or unused haha. Sadly my Father and myself picked up this habit as well HAHAHA and I now know why it drove my Grandma nuts. You forget about them and when you go to wash your cloths, they fall apart. Get into everything, specially once you get into the dryer.
At some point after my Grandfather’s passing in January 13, 2001. My Father and his sisters was going through his stuff, I was traveling from Oregon to Ventura, California to be with the family. But unknown to me, my Father found one the fabled snot rags in one of his vest pockets. Now you fast forward February 27, 2016, sadly this would be the day my Father would die. Once again I find myself traveling from Oregon to California to be with family and help with funeral. When it became time to go through my Father’s things… I have to stop right here and explain that my Father or I should say the Roberts family has a weird sense of humor or an idea of what is important to keep as to remember someone. My Father was the worst one out of all of use. That man never through anything away, specially when it came to family items. For that I am beyond grateful, because I’ve spent a number of year building the family history.
Okay back to the story! While I was going through my Father’s things, I came across an envelope with his writing on it.
If you can’t read it, it says,”My Dad’s last paper towel, he would always hang on to one of these things. I found this in his vest pocket. I can’t bring myself to put it in the trash… Sorry. -Woody”
My Father left me so many little note through out his stuff, explaining why he did things. Or what to do with them once he passed, or even how to take care of some items. Now you fast forward to now October 27, 2020 and I still have this envelope. It is now two decades old… I have this two decades old snot rag that I can’t throw away. Why? Because it reminds me of my Grandfather and my Father’s weird sense of what is important. So now I am making a shadow box with all the little things like this. I’m thinking about calling it The Weird Odysseys of the Roberts Family. HAHAHAHA good lord, TWO DECADES, count them! 20 years of holding a family heirloom of snot.. I bet this we a sick joke to see if I would keep it. That seems like something my Father would do.
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Over on Pop Culture Retrorama…
A group of people come together, united by a single purpose…to sound incredible in a podcast.
Actually, we came together to share some Halloween fun…while sounding incredible in a podcast.
Congratulations on yet another great show to my colleagues in this incredible writers’ circle – Vic, Ashley, Earl, and Rockford! I am so honored to have my voice in solidarity with all of you!
Some of my Podcast segment was slightly edited, and there are some soundbytes that were removed. None of it detracts from the experience – in fact, I love the use of the “tune-in” sound effect that accompanies each soundbyte that was used.
My segment discusses the 1989 Quantum Leap episode “A Portrait for Troian,” and how despite it not taking place on or around Halloween, it still has a nice “Halloween Haunt” flair to it.
If you would like to hear the whole podcast segment, including the clips I used, I save everything!
I made two versions – the one I submitted for use, and this one, which I made just for my liking. It includes the Quantum Leap intro theme during the beginning of the segment. I like it, as it has a “radio show” feel, but it definitely was too long for the podcast.
Oh, and if you like outtakes, me trying to say “chronology” (and even “chronological”) is super painful. It was my Achille’s heel of the recording session, and I decided the whole thing was better off without the use of that word…or the paragraph it was contained within.
You can hear the moment it begins going off the rails – I just absolutely hated the way this sounded out loud. On paper, it must have looked passable in a hurry.
At least the whole thing turned out ok in the end, because it certainly didn’t seem promising during the recording.
Have a great day!
You’re searching for a monster, who’s hard to find, but here’s a hint…he’s one of a kind!
This week I had planned to continue on a topic I had started several weeks ago with a Retro Technology article about a system that incorporated VCR gaming with education, entertainment, and computers. I was going to look at a different system that offered a similar premise (sans the computer), but since this is the week of Halloween, I figured it would be a good opportunity cover something more…Halloween-esque.
And not video game-like. I combined Halloween and video games several years ago, with the Action Max “game” The Rescue of Pops Ghostly. I’m still wondering if those kids got out of the haunted house.
Anyway, I was reminded of a board game that I had as a kid, that had a certain “Halloween” charm to it, even though I got it for Christmas, and it has never really slipped my mind.
Heck, it has even been seen on this blog before!
The article was actually about cute Christmas dresses, but this game (and Cricket) were also there!
This game lived up to its name, because it was the action you took in order to win.
You can say we “did the mash!”
“Monster Mash” is a board game by Parker Brothers, released in 1987. The game employed the use of a “Monster Maker Machine,” which showed a monster that needed to be identified by players. In turn, monster hunters would use a “thwacker,” a plastic arm and hand with a suction cup on the hand to smash down on the monster cards, all with the goal of picking the correct monster from 27 different monsters.
The first player to “thwack” five monsters has to do the mash.
Just kidding, they win. But they can dance if they so choose.
Parker Brothers designed the game to be easy enough for young children, but fun for slightly older children. It didn’t require any reading (by children) to play, but obviously included instructions so parents could explain the game to non-readers. There also aren’t individual turns in this game – everyone gets a chance to “thwack” for the pictured monster at the same time!
Two to four Monster Hunters can play, while working on important developmental skills of color and shape recognition, as well as hand-eye coordination, and the all-important developmental skill of how hard they slap each other with the thwackers.
Ok, that’s more of a “sibling survival of the fittest” skill, but it is still important to know how hard you can hit your sibling(s) with plastic sticks and suction cups. Does it come in handy with learning how to dodge pizza disks from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Pizza Shooting Van? Well, no…but multiple skills are necessary!
Mashing Monsters wasn’t just exclusive to Parker Brother’s 1987 release of the game. There have been several versions of the game, with updates to the look, without changing the concept. The first re-release was 1994, the second this year…
…and even a version involving…mustaches.
They did the mustache! It was a facial follicle SMASH!
The 2020 version is proof that “what is old, is new again,” as several classic games (Mall Madness and Hot Potato) have seen board game re-releases recently.
Both the 1987 and 1994 versions, as well as several “Monster Mash”-type matching games, are easy to find on the secondhand market, with varying prices based on the condition of the game and its parts. Based on the look of the current version, this would easily be just as fun as it was in the 1980s. A smash if you will.
Still with the jokes. I know, I’m not that funny.
Do you remember playing “Monster Mash,” in any of its versions? Have you seen the newest version yet, or even played it? Is it as satisfying as I remember it being, thwacking monsters concocted randomly by the “Monster-Maker Machine?” I’d love to know your memories of playing the game!
Heck, I showed you mine!
Halloween Week at Allison’s Written Words goes on, four days and counting!
Have a great day!
I previously covered nostalgic board games in October 2019 for my “Do You Remember?”-themed articles.
“Guess Who” – October 1, 2019 – The classic game of identifying a person through questioning their features. “Did your person wear glasses?”
“Mall Madness” – October 8, 2019 – The oh-so-1990 girly game of fake credit cards, sales at the kitchen shop, and shopping locales with it all. (I also talked about the 2020 version in the new season of the Pop Culture Retrorama podcast)
Electronic Talking Battleship – October 15, 2019 – An updated version of the classic “sink your seafaring vessel” game, complete with a horrifying rendition of “Taps.”
“Perfection” – October 22, 2019 – The most anxiety-producing game of your childhood!
“13 Dead End Drive” – October 29, 2019 – A “Clue”-style game, where you can get rich by accident! (No seriously, accidents befalling other players can result in your victory!)
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Today’s Art: drawing ‘Flowing Hair’ by Michel Montecrossa
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Texture. The roughness of peeling paint. The wrinkles, ridges and bumps of pumpkins, contrast with rough dry stems. The soft fur of a sleeping kitten on a nappy blanket- all are varied examples of how Texture, even on flat images bring life and interest to design. This is especially important when blogging or social media which is dependent on non-textured images.
Soft feathers in vibrant colors play against an ornate gilded mask. Even textured monochromatic barn board and straw nest with the smoothness of galvanized metal show the importance of how light and texture brings life and interest to an empty nest I found and captured in a photo years ago. That image is still one of my favorites, a happy accident for sure.
By contrast- the soft sand, sleek and slick colorful fishes are improved with rippled water and mossy planks, which without those contrasting textures, just wouldn’t be the same.
Add the texture of rough chopped pecans to almost anything and your recipes will have the unmistakable flavor and texture we crave in food. *Tip: Inexpensive paper sacks or burlap bags are wonderful as props*
Dark, spicy ‘Where the Sugarcane Grows’ Gingerbread…topped with roughly spread cream cheese frosting, served on smooth vintage plates is an example of how opposites attract… and really, those crumbs do add a bit of realistic textural charm…
Tell the story of how the sweet and spicy Classic Southern Jezebel Sauce… sprang from our twisted roots, bayous and swamps. The textures help you tell that crazy tale…trust me on that!
And yes, in Autumn we must have the color and texture of fallen leaves to signal the changing seasons.
Texture is all around us- it adds to the tactile experience of life. It’s the thing that makes an image come alive- the sensations we know and love in the world around us. Evoke the sense of touch- real or imagined, folks will love it.
After Light and Color- Texture is Number 3 of my 9 Principles of Design. Look for it, find it, add it to your images and then- watch Texture bring your image to life!
Love y’all, Brenda
Here’s an image of that ‘Where the Sugarcane Grows’ Gingerbread…
Light the poor had in the night& their minds
Could not see so far till this day!
Problems that press hard their voice box
Have not reduced! Tyranny has not stopped!
As a garland got in the monkey’s hands
Come as right in the hands of tyrants of democracy!
Hence arrived woes of governance!
Fear has gripped all in the nation!
Did we get pleasure giving freedom for this?
Did we get the right for the locals to exploit us!
With the strength we have to root out injustice
Will we rest in the prison of repression?
If we have the resolve to imprison the dawn
Rights will be common to one and all!
Breaking the lockouts, we will find joy!
We will summon the Sun to see light!
Sans thought of the dawn, here we
Lay the path for dawn! Not thinking
Those difficulties will leave on their own, to
Root them out, we rise with fury!
We rise like volcano! Defeating
Serious tyranny we raise high!
May die all that tyranny! Tomorrow
May the new path flower for humanism to thrive!
Today, I walked in the rain.
I had to leave the house to run an essential errand at my uni, and I took full advantage of the opportunity to actually brush my hair, put on some mascara, and wear something with an actual shape. As I pulled into the carpark, the rain started. By the time I had filled in my details on the Parking app, it was torrential. Drops pelted the concrete frame of the carpark with such force, I could barely hear the conversation of my companion.
My first though? Oh for gods sake; my outfit is going to be ruined.
There were no two ways round it though; the errand was essential, and I was going to get soaked.
My bad mood continued all the way up the hill to campus, easing off slightly when I reached the gorgeous old buildings, greeting them like familiar friends after a long period of digital interaction and online learning. For the first time all year, I stood in front of the Great Hall and drank in the incredible Gothic revival architecture. The rain had made everything soft around the edges, and the majesty of the structure brought with it a sense of calm. This building had stood, unrelenting, for over 100 years. Inside the walls, students had laughed, cried, argued, celebrated and commiserated. As I passed through the heavy front doors, the unmistakable smell of old building and administration hit me with a jolt; so drastically different from my old home, who’s aroma of coffee, family life and gardening had become my norm over the last 8 months. My boots echoed on the stone floor, only to be muffled by the thick carpet, and the warmth of the room started to dry my soggy hair.
Once my responsibilities were taken care of, it was time to re-enter the great outdoors. As I hovered in the doorway, it became clear that the rain had increased in its fury, if that was even possible. Now though, it looked different.
As I headed back out to the open, I paused. The droplets were bouncing off the flagstone floor in front of me, each one a mixture of colours as they hit the light. I could feel the drops on my hair, each one distinct and unique; hitting the top of my head, and soaking down, reanimating the sodden strands which had taken a chance to dry off in their temporary reprieve.
Thats when I realised.
I was lucky to be able to feel the rain. To feel the biting October cold on my hands, turning my fingers numb. To turn my face up and feel each bead of rain hit my face. To feel the weight of my hair, heavy on my head.
I took a step. Then another, then another, until I reached the main road. All around me were people covering their faces, throwing up their hoods, hiding underneath files and folders and books. And all I wanted to do was laugh.
This year has been tough. We have been subjected to rules and regulations which are a direct contravention of our most basic rights; the right to free movement, to freedom of association and, increasingly, to freedom of speech. We have been told what to do every minute of every day, with relentless updates and briefings and rule changes and advice and guidance. Those with the power to do so have sought to control every aspect of our lives; where we go, when we go there, who we go with, what we do at home, who we speak to. In some cases, even the contents of our shopping trolley is cause for inspection and scrutiny.
But this, nobody could control.
The rain falls. The leaves fall. The wheel of the year continues to turn. No regulation or rule, Government or politician on Earth has the power to change that.
As the rain continued to pour, my jeans became sodden, my hair was ruined, and my carefully applied mascara was smeared across my face.
And all I felt was gratitude.
I was able to walk in the rain, feel it on my face, and breathe in fresh air. A freedom denied to so many for so long
If you can feel the rain, it means you are free.
And that is something none of us should ever take for granted again.