Monday, November 13, 2023
Making TV Animation Back in the Day
Saturday, November 11, 2023
'Nam Killed Kurt Over Time v.4
Photo: Life Magazine. Kurt's unit patrolled these hills. (Mutter's Ridge and the Rock Pile.) |
Some veterans die in battle while others return home to perish on the installment plan. My friend Kurt passed away in 2003 from liver cancer. He went quick, maybe a hundred days. The cancer was partially brought about by PTSD-inspired drinking coupled with hepatitis from a bad blood transfusion he underwent in Vietnam. Kurt could have skated on that particular war, but extended his enlistment in order to fight. Serving in Marine Recon, he won a Navy Commendation medal for helping his unit battle clear of an ambush.
Several Purple Hearts later, Kurt joined an ultra-secret outfit that probed the Ho Chi Minh Trail in Laos. Hacked out of the jungle, the Trail was a highway for the North Vietnamese to funnel men and supplies into South Vietnam and Cambodia. Because of our odd political posturing, Laos was officially off-limits to U.S. ground forces. That meant Kurt and his unofficial comrades were forced to ditch the bodies of their dead. The fallen would be listed as "Missing in Action in South Vietnam." It always bothered Kurt that families would be denied the closure of burial—or the recognition of bravery from a schizophrenic government.
A good portion of Kurt's post-war years were spent in alcohol and drug-fueled rage and self-destruction. In time, he made peace with his past. Little by-little, Kurt cut a trail over to serenity from which he rarely strayed. Despite a Master's Degree in electronics, he took a job driving a truck and fixing vending machines. (Kurt worked well unsupervised.) Getting married, buying a home, his last ten years were good ones.
I was a pallbearer at Kurt's funeral. He received a Marine Corps color guard, taps, and a view of the 2 Freeway stretching below in the distance, flowing past Forest Lawn Cemetery on its way to Eagle Rock. (Transportation played a big role in his life.) I recall Kurt when I drive past and often wish he could call down artillery on erratic drivers.
This Veteran's Day Kurt came to mind. And while he's at peace, I send prayers and best wishes to those still struggling with the silent baggage of war.
Friday, November 10, 2023
Happy Birthday to the U.S. Marine Corps
Here's a short article commemorating the Marine Corps on their 235th
Ten Free Text-to-Image Websites
LimeWire |
With all my ai experimentation, I thought I'd ask my bud, ChatGPT, to list a starter set of ten free text-to-image sites. If you're paranoid like me, each site states whether or not it requires a Google sign-in. Alas, this is list is only current up to Jan. 2022 and there's more ai sites arriving each week. (That's why it's not a Top Ten.) But if you're a novice, just screwing around, it'll be fine. I'll list two current sites below that even a lame prompter like me can easily access.
Wednesday, November 08, 2023
Do NOT Befriend the Giraffe
Monday, November 06, 2023
Booze Ape On-the-House
Booze Ape 2023 |
Drunk as a Monkey
Friday, November 03, 2023
Rob Bonata Message Fail
We rite good in Kaliforna.
Wednesday, November 01, 2023
How Woke Works
Language is violence if you've never experienced violence.
Tuesday, October 31, 2023
Top 5 Halloween Night Movies
A Quintet of Spooky Films
Monday, October 30, 2023
Halloween Super Yard Rocks!
Look on My Yard, Ye Mighty, and Despair!!
Friday, October 27, 2023
George Orwell Poem on Puppies and Teddy Bears
Ciinnamon-Stars Deviant Art |
Long Live Stuffed Brother!
In the land of innocence and plush delight,
Where fluffy tyrants rule with all their might,
Puppies and teddy bears, a surreal sight,
In a world of propaganda, we'll now recite.
The puppies, round and soft, so sweet and pure,
But in their eyes, a watchful, secret lure.
Their fluffy paws, a grip so firm and sure,
They play the part, but motives are obscure.
Teddy bears, with button eyes, so sly,
In the arms of children, they comply.
A symbol of comfort, as we imply,
But who's the master in this wicked lie?
In this utopia of cuddles and play,
The puppies and bears have a role to convey.
They're tools of control, in a subtle way,
As innocence withers, and freedoms decay.
They listen in silence, these loyal spies,
Gathering secrets, with their woolly guise.
Whispered confessions, each baby's cries,
In the name of safety, liberty dies.
Big Brother watches, through the guise of fluff,
Tracking our lives, and it's more than enough.
As we hug our teddies, and play with our pups,
The surveillance state only tightens its cuffs.
So remember, my friends, in this tale so grim,
The cute and the cuddly, it's all a scheme.
In the spirit of Orwell, let's not be dim,
For the truth lies hidden, in this puppy dream.
—ChatGPT
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