In my continuing efforts to collect and showcase my influences, I have added another statue to my office shelf.
There is a statue/diorama that I want, Conan: The Prize by Sideshow Collectibles. It came out in 2010 with a SRP of $290, but you can’t get it for that anymore and I haven’t seen it anywhere for less than $900. There are couple on eBay right now, the cheaper of the two is asking $1,400 and the other is $200 more than that. I’m not willing to pay that kind of money for the Cimmerian. It’s a very cool statue, but, NO.
So, I’ve gone with another Robert E Howard character to fill the role of representing Sword & Sorcery on my shelf. The Atlantean, Kull, who is actually the precursor to the Conan stories; A kind of Conan prototype, if you will.
You’re probably thinking, shouldn’t Kull look a little more like this…
He should not. Word on the internet is that, Kull the Conqueror, was supposed to be a Conan movie, but Arnold didn’t want any part of it and Sorbo didn’t want to play the same character that had been done by Schwarzenegger. So, we got Kull. It wasn’t great.
Anyway, there was a box waiting for me when I got home from work on Wednesday. And this is what was contained in that box. I like it quite a bit.
csmoorestudio.comThe CS Moore Studio is proud to present Robert E Howard’s legendary warrior Kull of Atlantis as a dynamic, limited-edition statue that brings Howard’s writings to stunning life. In agreement with Paradox Entertainment, Clayburn Moore designed the pose, costume, and overall look entirely from Howard’s text, and sculpted the over 16” tall piece with the incredible detail collectors have come to expect from The CS Moore Studio. This incredibly powerful and dramatic statue will set a benchmark in comic and fantasy sculpture! Award-winning illustrator Mark Schultz created an original sketch based on the statue, which appears on a certificate of authenticity signed by Moore and included with each piece!
Welcome to the new, Blogger powered incarnation of RonnMcCarrick.com. I’m not sure if this is the way I want to go, but so far I’m satisfied with what I’m getting for my money. It’s free. And while I do not have the same options and customization available in WordPress, I also don’t have the headaches of dealing with all that customization. As an added bonus, I don’t have to pay for a host either.
I know this isn’t writing related, but I’ve been playing around with Google Photos and I wanted to share. Some of the things it does when you upload your pictures is to sort your pictures with facial recognition, generate animations, put together collages, and make what it calls movies. That last thing is really little more than a short slide show, but I haven’t looked into it much.
I’m amused by some of the animations that have been generated, and under the guise of introducing myself, I thought I’d share a few of them.
So here for you enjoyment and potential mockery are three of the animations that were generated by my Google Photos account.
I don’t have a dog in this race. Neither team does anything for me. I’d like to see the Patriots lose just to torment my buddy Denis. I’d like to see the Patriots win and watch Brady make history. I’d like to see the Falcons win because Matt Ryan has had a lot of ups and downs. I guess I’ll just watch the game and see what happens.
Peanut butter and chocolate. Eggs and toast. Boys and girls. Somethings are just better as a pair. Such is the case with dinosaurs. If you have a triceratops you have to have a tyrannosaurus to make a complimentary pair. Am I right?
Of course I am. So I complimented my Sideshow Dinosauria Triceratops with their T-rex: The Tyrant King statue. Which is the same 1/15th scale and on a similar base. I don’t have anyplace where I can display them together, they’re too big. But here it is in all it’s coolness.
such tiny arms
Everything I said about the triceratops statue applies here. It’s big. It’s very detailed. It’s accurate. I like it very much. It’s a bit over 13-inches high and a whopping 30-inches long. At this size, I would be afraid if it were alive, full size and big as life I think shitting yourself would be the most likely scenario.
the tyrant king
Tyrannosaurus facts might look something like these; 40-feet long, 12-feet high at the hips, 10-12 tons. That’s a big lizard.
we’ll talk about that thing another time
In this next shot you can see that I painted the flag case holding my father’s flag and mounted it to the bookcase. I think I may add another couple boards to the frame for balance. You can see my cat, Cassie, under the shelf. You will note that she is only slightly larger than the statue. Also, I picked up the new boxed set of Stephen King’s Dark Tower series, because it’s awesome and I like my books to match.
Before Star Wars. Before Dungeons & Dragons. Before all the things that pop culture taught me to enjoy, there were dinosaurs. And just like a countless number of children before and after me, I loved dinosaurs. I still love dinosaurs. But it is an allusive love that comes and goes from my mind, like that one song by that artist that you love but forget about completely until you hear it again. Jurassic Park movies, anyone.
This Christmas I received a reminder of that love. A little something to take me back to those simpler times when we still stood up to change the channel and went outside to play with our friends. My Christmas came in the form of a 66 million year old dinosaur, as replicated by Sideshow Collectibles. This is from their Dinosauria collection, the Triceratops Statue.
This guy clocks in at about 1/15th scale and I always forget how big these things were, but a Triceratops was huge. Were talking somewhere in the range of 26-30 feet in length, 9.5-10 feet in height, and weighing in anywhere from 13,000-26000 pounds. This guy just fits on my 12-inch high shelf and for comparison, you’d use an original 4-inch Star Wars figure for size comparison. It’s a big statue and a big creature.
another view for scale
Sideshow has done a very nice job on this statue. They’ve worked with renown paleoartists to get the sculpt right and the realism is impressive. They say this is a museum quality piece and I would not argue the point with them. This is an beautiful piece that captures the magnitude and grace of this beast in tough polystone. The base is a little boring, but that just keeps it from distracting from the main event.
I’m very impressed. I’ve given this statue a prominent place on my shelf and it will be a constant reminder and rejuvenation of my own sense of wonder. Dinosaurs are cool. Again, I have to thank my wife for indulging me.
Wishing you and yours a very merry Christmas. Fill the holiday with love, with family, and with good tidings and cheer. And presents, can’t forget the presents. Hope you were gifted with what you asked for. Merry Christmas.
Take a moment from your picnic, your barbecue, or your day at work, wherever you might be today, and give thanks to those who have served or are serving our country and to remember those who have fallen in that service. Such service is a gift to all of us and it is a gift we so often forget.
Thank you for your service and your sacrifice. Enjoy the day.
Towel Day is an annual celebration on the 25th of May, as a tribute to the late author Douglas Adams (1952-2001). On that day, fans around the universe carry a towel in his honor.
From Adams’ The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a brush, but very very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost.” What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.”
This past weekend Lady Ronn and I watched the first Star Wars film. It was amusing to me to hear how much of it she just simply didn’t remember, of course, she has not seen it nearly as many times as I have. Not to say that I’ve watched it a lot, but I’ve probably seen it close to a dozen times since it came out. This time around we watched the digital copy we picked up from Amazon, the one that was just released as a package of the first six movies. I was struck by two things as I watched it. First, that despite the technology used and the efforts made I felt the changes made and the effects added by Lucas and company just did not blend in as well as I remember when I saw it at the theatrical re-release back in the 90s. Which may tie into the second thing that struck me; while I still enjoyed it, the magic has faded for me. There are still ideas that excite me in the Star Wars mythos, but these are things that I’ve internalized and allowed to grow in my own garden of the imagination, the actual film is just a film and the sense of wonder it evoked in 1977-1978 (whenever I saw it first) has long since passed.
Which is sad is some ways, but the things that have grown up around it in my imagination… well, those are still pretty cool.
Had to go to urgent care today to have my leg looked at. The cat scratched me on Tuesday, and by Friday it was bright red, swollen, and giving me headache and fever. I called it a half day at work on Friday, and I probably should have gone in then, but I’m stubborn and I didn’t. Instead I slept from 3 pm straight through til 8 am. Saturday things seemed better, that’s a relative term, no fever no headaches but I was still getting some bad-ass night sweats and neither the swelling or redness had gone away. You might even say that this morning the redness was more red. Plus, there was a weird dent in my leg; that’s what kinda got me. So I went in and had the doctor look at it. Of course, the dent was mostly gone by then; hours later. She seemed to think I had probably gotten over the worst of it, but put me on some meds anyway. I should see some normalization in the leg in a day or two. It’s all good.
Also, apparently it’s Siblings Day. A real thing, you wouldn’t think so, but Facebook is all about it, and my darling wife loves to celebrate obscure holidays. So as a token to this beloved holiday I give you a picture of my siblings and I way back in August of 1985, back before any of us had a clue what life was about.