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The Sad Circus by the Sea
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Thu, Dec. 30th, 2010 03:25 pm


 

As a small Holiday gift to all of you, I have re-edited my short story* called Kipling Mistletine Poppish, originally written last year in 2009, and I am making the PDF version available here:

http://www.rhumbaghost.com/short_stories/Kipling_Mistletine_Poppish_webv2.pdf


It is a 6,000 word short about a far future safari hunter whose virtual wife lives in his spine.

Here is a sample of the first two paragraphs:

Kipling stood lank and tall in the streaming rain, like a pumpkin-headed scarecrow adrift in a waterfall, slightly bent in his gray-green campsuit. The safari armor left him comfortable, dry and warm, and though the dome helmet’s oblate sphere was open, the waters of Keyser’s Moon bounced from its illuminated deflector fields. He could have closed the helmet and sent a short burst message to his surrounding crew, but he knew that theocratic rulers of this world might be listening. To communicate with his crew working the mineral pools five meters away, Kipling simply shouted his synthetic lungs out — and what he shouted, as always, sounded unintentionally camp.

“Right-o! At this rate our lady whale will surface in ten minutes!
Rather!” Kipling hollered in his Flash-Wooster modded Ing‘Lesh, the national patois of Windsor Society. As an Ascended humanoid, he could make himself heard clearly over the aqueous roar, cartoon vernacular and all.

Read the rest here.

Happy Holidays and right-o!

-Rikki

*The first version of the story was originally uploaded here.

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Sat, Dec. 25th, 2010 06:58 pm


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Tue, Nov. 30th, 2010 01:36 pm



My sweeeeet friend, Robert DeJesus created this animatic using one of our @Tavicat comic strips. His wuvable wife, Emily screams, “THE SUUUUUUN!”

-Rikki

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Tue, Nov. 23rd, 2010 08:13 pm


Here’s a little thing that Tavisha and I are currently stitching together. It’s a comic series called Peter Pan and the Ghosts of Neverland. It will be 6 issues, 24 pages each issue, and the first issue will be out sometime in 2011. SLG Publishing is the publisher. Here is a brief synopsis:

The pixies of Neverland have befriended Peter Pan for as long as he can remember. But truly, they are not Peter’s friends. Whenever a child says they do not believe in fairies, a fairy of Neverland drops down dead. What better way for fairies and pixies to keep themselves safe from oblivion than to imprison upon their magical island a child who will believe in them forever — a child who will never grow up. Every day is a new world to Peter, and under the fairies’ spells he forgets the faces and names of the Lost Boys and pixies who have played and died by his side. But one night, a hundred years after Wendy Darling first found Neverland, Peter starts to realize his life is only an illusion. The pixies, in their panic, decide Peter needs a more familiar distraction to keep him linked to Neverland — and so they look to the spirits of long deceased friends, ghosts whose squabbles once kept Peter’s interests far better than any living Lost Boy: Tinkerbell and Wendy.

I shall post updates as we get closer to release.

-Rikki

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Sun, Nov. 14th, 2010 03:06 am

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Trying to write. Neighbors won't shut up.

One of the worst things about spending so much time dealing with elderly dementia patients is that now I rarely feel anything for movies with Romero-style undead. I get almost no impact off shows like the Walking Dead now. I see them shambling around, mouths open, eyes rolled back into their heads and think, "Yeah, I've hung out with those guys. Been bitten by them too. Didn't change into one of them though. They couldn't even break the skin."

Of course, my favorite undead were always the vengeful army sort — the kind who walked out of Corum's demon eye to slay his enemies, or the undead oath-breakers enslaved to Aragorn's will, or even the goofy fog bound pirates from Carpenter's boring the Fog. There was a real power to that imagery, and the reason for their existence was always magic based, something that was a prerequisite for my brain to accept the possibility of the dead rising.

Of course, the other good reason for seeing the dead stand up and waddle over to the human snack bar is comedy. I can still enjoy a good zombie comedy. In fact, I prefer it. Jack from American Werewolf in London, the ending from Shaun of the Dead, the lawnmower scene from Dead Alive, all of the surreal weirdness of Cemetery Man, the hand in Evil Dead II, and the paramedics scene from Return of the Living Dead: they all make me feel good to be alive, they help ease the strain of seeing a ruptured human mind, a loved one who now stands before you emptied out of everything that once made them whole and now is just a ghost made of flesh, a walking fragment of repeating habits.

I can hear my stupid neighbors still partying at 2:40 AM this Saturday night. God I hope something goes horribly wrong and it turns into an undead bloodbath. A funny one.

Send more paramedics.

-Rikki

Current Music: She's Not Dead by Suede

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Wed, Oct. 13th, 2010 04:03 pm

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We’re finally removing my mother-in-law from Kaiser Permanente’s horrific health insurance. She has frontal temporal dementia, is nearly catatonic, and is slowly dying in hospice. The hospice is new, but the dementia has been devouring her for seven years. So has Kaiser.

I wish that I could hire a 600 foot giant, an antiquated colossus, three krakens high, a horny one with a fetish for architecture. I’d hire him to climb the corporate headquarters of Kaiser Permanente and hump and grind the smug beuqacratic managed care right out of that place. There he’d go, stabbing holes into the metal trusses, pleasuring himself in an orgiastic game of reverse Pop Goes the Weasel. The executives, running from tumbling ejaculate that chases them from office to elevator, scream in disbelief. At which point the giant bellows out a phone number for them to address their complaints. Calling the number would go to dead line, of course. This seems harsh, I suppose, but seeing an 80 foot dong unload itself over the marbled halls of its executive suites is the only way they’d ever know what it feels like to be one of their patients.

-Rikki

Current Music: Coming by Jimmy Somerville

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Sun, Jun. 27th, 2010 09:05 pm

Tavisha and I will be crushing dreams judging the manga competition at Anime Expo this July 1-4 at the Los Angeles Convention Center: http://www.anime-expo.org/.

"A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night."
-Some Fat Elf

-Rikki

Current Music: There Is Only War by Doyle W. Donehoo

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Tue, May. 11th, 2010 03:35 pm

This conversation I had with Aaron A. started off about my childhood hatred for the A-Team, but somehow we ended up discussing the very import practicalities of parachutes in the old G.I. Joe cartoons.



Rikki: I had only one friend who was into the A-Team when I was a kid. He was a super born again Christian who lived in a filthy house. He was so greasy, he looked like a walking oil slick. I got lice from him.

Aaron: I don't think I've ever seen an episode of that show.

Rikki: It's simple. They're on the lam from The Gov'ment, having been accused of a military crime they did not commit. The Gov'ment is unable to find a black van with red trim anywhere in the USA. The ex-soldiers make a living by hiring themselves out as saintly mercenaries. They spray bullets EVERYWHERE and no one ever gets killed. Thank you Jesus.

Aaron: Oh, so it's like in G.I. Joe where every time you saw a plane blow up, they'd be sure to include an image of a guy with a parachute leaping out.

Rikki: We used to joke that someday we'll see a guy jump out of a tank in a parachute.

Aaron: If I were in charge, every time you saw a guy get shot in the chest, a parachute would burst open behind him. He'd just be laying there, chest like hamburger, parachute fluttering in the breeze.

Rikki: That's the GI Joe movie I'd go see.

Aaron: Maybe there'd be a scene of Cobra Commander arguing with Destro about the Cobra parachute policy. "PARACHUTES SOLVE EVERYTHING!" he would scream.

Rikki: He would demonstrate by popping the parachute in his silver faceplate.

Aaron: "You see? My deformed face is now whole again!"

Rikki: "No it isn't --" "INSOLENCE!!"

Aaron: He hits a button that forces Destro's parachute to unfurl. It drags him out of the room.

Rikki: Later we see Destro sitting at the Cobra Lounge. The waiter brings him a glass of milk. It pops a parachute and he weeps.

Aaron: He just watches as the chute sadly wafts to a stop over his milk. And hangs himself by a parachute later that day.

Rikki: But be doesn't die. He's too heavy and made of metal. The rope breaks and his parachute pops before he hits the ground.

Aaron: G.I. Joe: Endless Parachutes.

Rikki: Theme song.

Current Music: Fish and Bird by Tom Waits

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Thu, May. 6th, 2010 11:43 pm



This is Waku Wei. He likes airlocks.

Print available at Etsy: http://www.etsy.com/listing/46384967/waku-wei

-Rikki

Current Music: In space no one can hear you mweep.

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Tue, May. 4th, 2010 11:20 pm





V.I.N.CENT., the little robot hero from Disney's 1979 science fantasy film, The Black Hole, voiced by the brilliant Roddy McDowall is another robot influence from my youth. I thought I would sit down today and just doodle my own version of him. I didn't mean for it to turn into a full render, but sometimes you just can't stop your brian from issuing slave-drone commands to your hands. It's true. I read it in Brave New World.

So, above is my version of the classic character design created by Imagineer George McGinnis. My version of course is not as elegant as Mr. McGinnis', but then he is amazing:



I've heard people argue that V.I.N.CENT., who's name means "Vital Information Necessary CENTralized," is a terrible design, but I'm convinced that their hatred is centered entirely around the cartoonish eyes. People, especially guys, who like to pretend they're tough, often flail and foam when the are confronted by the cute. But I've seen my wife make a Marine cry just by mentioning the Pokémon Squirtle, so I take no stock in aggressive posturing. Everyone's a softie deep down, and I know that if given the choice, people would rather spend time in the company of a non threatening robot than say, the Terminator. So let me state without hesitation that V.I.N.CENT. is an excellent design. His silhouette is well established, the focus on round over angular shapes is attractive, the ball-like anti-htavity pods for legs is a brilliant use of the overall utilitarian scheme, and while the eyes maybe too much for some people, I won't be convinced they aren't anything but splendid. With that said, my take on the classic design pulls the eyes into a holographic monitor for the sake of greater expressiveness (something that couldn't have been accomplished in 1979 — although, according to an interview with George McGinnis in the Cinefantastique Double Issue Vol9 No 3/Vol9 No 4, published in 1980, the 1979 version of V.I.N.CENT.'s eyes were originally supposed to be constructed from Ferranti-Packard disks, but complications on the set prevented the crew from using them). I imagine these digital eyes changing with with his emotional state, much like they Ferranti-Packard disks were supposed to, and this way they can remain cartoonish and friendly, but more expressive when the need arises.

-Rikki

Current Music: Abandoned Neighbor Cat Screaming Outside My Window.

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