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Toast!

Toast!
So panic has set in, the last few days have been truly miserable, spurred on by the Penguins and some suggestion from various Gurus on the interweb it appears that the whole point of a Blog is to have subscribers (who Knew)  by doing all sorts of clever social media marketing and networking you can get some. So I have ordered 100 shiny business cards ( I guess this is an old school solution)  with the blog address on them and and and………..     I didn’t want a bloody blog in the first place, I was trying to do a WordPress website for my photos, and found this template  and well its front page was a Blog format. It had a Flickr feed so I linked that to my 40K feed (got to have content and that’s the only thing I had digitized and ready to go).  I could not make it do what I wanted (WordPress/template thingy) so the only option left was to give up or do what it wanted. So I have a Blog. So what was I to do with a $9.99 a month 150gb web site? And so was born the Funky Nomad  and riseanddeardemise.ca (because the real me is not that exciting on the outside but a legend on the inside.) And everything would have been fine if my head had not exploded  there were Penguins everywhere (I am blaming Wes & Dan for this.) By the time I had all the penguins stuffed back in their boxes with some complaints apparently they are not that keen on standing on their heads. I had a mission and had no intention of shutting up ever again. (her’s me initially thinking I could get away with a hand full of crappy old photos.) The stuff that was on the inside was now on the outside. The slow calcifying death that was my journey to conformity; something I had never done before was beginning to seriously mess with my mental health now that I was trying it for the first time. (being normal that is) I was like Frodo, stabbed with a Morgal blade slowly slipping into the shadow world. Wes and Dan saved the day, it appears  I was right and everyone else was wrong, Teachers, Parents, Society as a whole, the Universe. There...

Tribe 2014

Tribe 2014
So here we are again ready to set out on our summer camping adventure and still no signs of photos from 2013. Especially if you were looking for how my Landscape              re- emergance is going. For Landscapes you have three years or twenty nine years  of missing Images depending how you look at these things. Is it time for a retrospective? Yes I think so will it be just yet? Probably not but soon images will creep on to Flickr webecised but probably not high enough res to print. Of the photos I like a bit more I guess I should do a posting  because there has been quite a lot of effort invested. As usual with any passion there are doubts, how good do you have to be to have the arrogance that the world wants to see your photographs especially if you are daft enough to demand a persons soul should shine from the results (Post to come, I have recently found out you can prepare posts ahead of time and schedule their release, so 4 posts lined up and this still here post to let you know I have not been sitting around doing nothing)   Of course you don’t mind me showing you pictures of the Tribe…. Yes I know its Jasper 2013 but It appears my official blog style is think about it for 1 year distill its essence and then post.         #1 Son playing for the Longhorns ( That’s him 6’3″ in the $179 Green Shoes ) and # 1 Daughter playing at the Winspear Centre and the Wife in the back yard. I also thought it might be a good Idea to stick a shot of me here in action hunting down those elusive landscapes. They are so hard to capture with all that shyness and moving about.  ...

The Kitchen Sink

The Kitchen Sink
What the heck, 2 posts in one week! whats going on? Well its been a year since the Blog re-launched I have a steady seven Subscribers ( Its that box on the right saying subscribe) and all is well. Major drive to increase my fan base having no success I have told three more people (look at me go). So its time to throw more resources at it, everything including the Kitchen Sink. As you can see I even employed time travel in order to spice up my past and make myself more interesting, only time will tell if this will work. The penguins have devised a very clever marketing strategy and are offering a riseanddeardemise.ca mug to the 25th subscriber, or more accurately raffling a mug when we get to 25 subscribers. (May be an Antique by then.)     I have made my photo content more available and have signed up for a second Flickr account under the fantastic moniker (no not Monica) Funky Nomad, not to be confused with FunkyNomad that’s the me that builds 40k Space Marines. so what have I put on Flickr? Well so far Charlie Don’t Surf, Kings Croft common room (That’s where I went to school 6th form) and First 35mm, the first roll of 35mm film I took; in which the usual suspects appear. The Hare and Hounds, The Devonshire Arms and The Crown  (Pubs in case you were wondering).  Going forward you can just click on the photo to go straight to it ( If its in an Album in my Photostream, some stuff won’t be) or use the funky new menu button  Flickr Photostreamits at the top of the page.     So what else have I done to entice you funky followers? You can see at the top of the Home page a shiny new Logo, and we have a wordle or what ever it is in the side bar, this was made for my by #1 Daughter for Fathers Day 2 years ago and is as far as she is concerned the essence of who I am to her. I am so impressed with myself through her eyes I have been trying to live up to it ever since. By sporty she means Mountain Walking , Biking, Canoeing  and general summer outdoor stuff. Don’t ask me to kick a football the end results will be...

Big Surprise

Big Surprise
If you go down in the woods today you are sure of a big surprise! I was, this is TED my teddy bear he has had the same number of birthdays as me and has been living a peaceful retirement at home on the spare bed at my Mum and Dads house. Never being foolish enough to stray and join me on my adventures. It’s a big scarey world out there for teddy bears and no picnic I can tell you. How did I get to own such a fantastic yellow teddy? Well I picked him out, chose him personally and looking back on it now set the tone for everything that would unfold as time went on. Some time in late 1964 or possibly early 1965 I was given the task of picking a teddy, not in a toy store oh no, a home interview. Very serious business this teddy bear selecting lark, Grandpa had brought a hand full of bears of different sizes and temperaments over to the house and they were all sitting politely on the couch awaiting interview, I was let in the room and promptly picked the biggest bright yellow teddy with velvet red feet who at the time was as tall as I was. (Knowing me now I can hear you say not totally unexpected) but my initial choice left some concerns with the the family members in residence. I was lead back out into the hallway and the teddies were musical chaired and I was let in again. Now I might look a bit daft and my reasoning has been proven to be flawed at times but I stand by everything 110%. Even at 1 year old I could tell there was a teddy missing! You guessed it no sign of the big yellow bear, now not easily being defeated and having vast mental powers (or possibly just vastly mental) I used my Peanut and Curly Fu powers of deduction, I had not seen him leave so he must be here somewhere, there sticking out from under the curtain a suspicious yellow leg with red paws aha problem solved and he was mine and the rest is history. So I hear you ask if TED is supposed to be in retirement at my Mum and Dads house how come he is sitting...

Shades Of A Blue Orphanage

Shades Of A Blue Orphanage
Well here I sit listening to Thin Lizzy, ‘Shades Of A Blue Orphanage’ no less.  Yes I have a copy on CD digitally re-mastered and all sorts of bonus tracks that disturb me. So the question you are asking did I sell my Soul and whats the story with Eddie Prevost? And shame on you who are wondering what I am talking about, do you know nothing ? Did you not read THE FUNKY NOMAD provisos, its what it all about. Now click the link and catch up will you, goodness gracious me unbelievable. ( Yes I know I asked you to subscribe and thanks) So now we are on the same page did I sell my soul, well I don’t think so but it had me a bit worried, had I accidentally made a deal at the crossroads. Does making an offer on the interweb constitute a contract with unknown arcane powers? Probably not, or maybe yes, its hard to tell at this point. In truth I found out a while ago 2010 that this had been re-released, I bought a copy a few months back but have not admitted to it for various reasons. Will the journey now be over for riseanddeardemise.ca has the purchase of Shades killed the whole premise? And of course what of Eddie Prevost. Nothing is straight forward in the world of the Funky Nomad, if it was what would I have to blog about, what would keep me up at night. Question, why didn’t I just go buy it when it came out if it was so important to me, walk over to HMV place an order and just buy it. To be honest it seemed a bit like cheating. In theory I could take the whole list of missing albums pay the price and there they would be. But its not the same, I went to the record store the first time round, both new and second hand (Impulse in this case, that’s where I found Shades. (Of course I did not buy it new, it came out in 1972.) So for those of you sinners asking who the hell is Thin Lizzy? I feel truly sorry. I can say this. Thin Lizzy played their last gig 28th August 1983 at Redding Festival (Well at least for me) Phil Lynott died...

Go Beaver & Big Ribs.

Go Beaver & Big Ribs.
So what do you do when you turn off Facebook ? Well it looks like you keep tuning it back on, by accident as my Flicker account signs in via Facebook oh yes that’s the feed in the bottom right corner of this blog in case you missed it. So if you want an explanation I build 40K models sort of accidentally  # 1 Son wanted to get into it so I had parts left over and as usual got carried away 5 years later still building stuff. If you don’t know much about this affliction I build Space Marines and all the stuff here is heavily converted or concept stuff. So now you know. Oh and its also on the Games Workshop Group feed too I am the “FunkyNomad” surprise hey and yes I know I can’t paint, but I can build glorious crazy shit and it keeps me out of trouble. So I hear you all begging to have a look at what I am currently building. ( Sure you did)  and while we are at it we can have a little look around the Funky Nomads subterranean lair ( Ignore the box Tsunami, I have a bit of a box fetish) I know you are all excited I will even throw in a hand made PAC MAN Halloween costume that took 5 days to build thanks to a how to on YouTube, #1 Son was a great hit got interviewed by the local radio station and has so many photos taken his buddy stopped talking to him.     Well hardly a Tsunami from this side but if you could just look the other way deffinatley more boxes.  Anyway back to you wanting to see what I have been up to model wise ( Its  a Forge Master Dreadnaught and it aint legal) the sooner we do this the better because I am going to post pics anyway, (Realistically you probably don’t need all the Nerdy details so I will resist you don’t care what this thing is armed with. You do! Surely not, didn’t think so.)   so now that’s done I can get on telling you all about Beavers and Big Ribs. So I asked myself once I did the deed (Facebook disconnect) did important stuff I put on Facebook disappear ? cos I...

Facebook Disconect.

Facebook Disconect.
So what? Am I just a cranky old git who does not see the beauty of the wonderful people at and on Facebook?  Am I a teenager escaping parents, schools, teachers, bullies,  cyber-stalkers and other dubious denzines of the book to get all crazy on Snapchat, Instagram,Weheartit, kiki or what ever. No, I am just an aging no-body late to the game; I was late in and late out. ( Oh yes that icon means I have deactivated my face book.) I had thought I was ahead on the curve on this bail out but if the reactions I got in my house were anything to go by I am the last to catch on, like I have only just found out Sliced Bread is a good idea. #1 Daughter has an account not been active for 3 years, #1 Son has an account hardly ever uses it ( I guess it was in action in grade 7 ) My Wife has deactivated both her accounts sometime before Christmas so just bumbling old me. What lead to this Rise and Dear Demise of Facebook accounts in the Funky Nomad household. Well I can only speak for myself and and its not simple, not being one for clarity I did some digging around some self examining, research and what have you and I can say its entirely possible this is not what the Interweb is supposed to be, this is not what social networking is supposed to be  and we can add some familiar names to those first against the wall come the revolution. You can ignore the next bit its a bit of a ramble, disclaimers and that sort of thing. ( Now I feel obliged just to mention, no one is going to actually be shot with bullets etc, its more a call for accountability for  those that trample beautiful things in the headlong rush for mammon or get it wrong in a way that effects the rest of the people trying to participate in life in some sort of meaningful way. As my wise Uncle has mentioned recently don’t be too fast to recommend death for politicians etc . ( The etc is a very long list of which I was about to add a few more.) What I will do instead is throw up some things...

The World of Gibbous Tyke

The World of Gibbous Tyke
I know someone is going to point out that I should probably put this in the control docs or the book its-self, but having already penned 3600 words in those docs and a severe need to get on with it and as I only figured it out Boxing day I thought I would world-build right here. To give assurances to the naysayers and show it can be done.   (There is no reason it can’t appear later in the story. This is an incognito Blog after all and I have no followers, who the hell is there to read ahead.) So sitting here listening to Jethro Tull  “Broadsword and the Beast”  and well if you are going to free-form a fantasy world you need suitable music, if it takes too long I have my Led Zeppelin ready to go. (I did a map thing the other afternoon and am going to use some of my daughters colored pencils to tart it up a bit and no doubt I can post it on the blog for you all to marvel at. One time pass no erasing, what you see is what it is going to be.) Talk of the devil here it is and NO THAT’S A CAMEL (of the dromedary persuasion, I know a song about that but that’s off the point a bit.) So how far do you have to go with this world-building lark? Probably not all the way Tolkien, probably not the Earth just enough stuff to tell the story. Just in case you think I am a real moron I do have some idea what I am doing, I know how Geography, Weather, Land masses, Ecosystems, Populations, Cities, Industry Farming and many ancient and modern societies operate. I know about churches, religions, weapons, fighting systems, sword weights ( looked it up ) and I think I am shifty enough for viable work around’s for most of the pit falls so that even the most bum puckered retentive Fantasy World Watchers can toddle off and go do something more worthwhile. I have fixed the Magic there isn’t any so to speak. I have fixed the Elves and Dwarfs and Dragons, we don’t have any of these either. Language is fixed they all speak English ( or more accurately the same language but we can have some...

Ho Ho No NaNoWriMo (part 2)

If it was easy there would be no cacophony…… So when all the prevaricating and research and original thinking has been applied and the wailing and gnashing of teeth and venting of spleens has been allowed to die what path comes next. Well it turns out its pretty simple, if you want to be a writer, write. I know it’s not very helpful, of all the tasks I have undertaken it requires the hardest of things; drive from the inside. I have looked for help, for clarity what are the fundamentals that allow you to put pen to paper and write and have found some completely awesome blogs and on line help. I have followed a writer from start to finish for a fist book in the Steampunk . Thanks Literary Giant. Some very awesome no nonsense Fantasy advice from terribleminds. So here I sit typing a Fantasy novel of all things, 17 years of frothing at the mouth from pen and paper to Wordperfect to Word and on to Pages. So many first 3 chapters of really great ideas,(Probably) and thanks Chuck for brutal honesty about the writing game and Profanity Generators of truly awesome expanse I can tell you all to ****—**!!! off you dirigible **** tickling cavity marmots. So what does this fantasy world look like where every theme is a cliche and every middle aged white writers fantasy is derided for youth, ethnicity, gender, geographic relevance and RPG hate, magic systems and other  limitations. I believe you write for yourself first, hopefully you have belief enough that you have an audience and hopefully you don’t start by re-writing someone else’s Fantasy Trilogy. Not that I know anything but its a story whatever genre ( Hate that word) so it probably would not be too hard to figure out stories are character driven. So I started there, will anyone care about him. I hope so, hopefully enough to follow his journey. Gibbous Tyke, now has the responsibly to travel through the world entertaining the reader and hopefully having enough guts to stay alive to the end of a book. I am no different to everyone else who has read fantasy trilogies for ever and ever amen. Should he make it there will be an unending assault on the reader. A Trilogy in four parts no less...

Ho Ho No NaNoWriMo (part 1)

Ho Ho No NaNoWriMo (part 1)
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to one and all. So what does a photo of Me and the Good Lady have to do with NaNoWriMo? Absolutely nothing, unless of course you understand we are all busy doing something else. Now this is not a literary site, my small week of subscribers are made up of friends and family who whether they wanted to or not I have persuaded to subscribe. So other than my good friends Hill and Kim you may have no idea what NaNoWriMo is and why I should even be mentioning it at all. As it happens I only came across it thanks to The Daily Post sending helpful suggestions to us aspiring writer/blogger types. ( Thank you and what the hell did you do that for?) So it goes like this, register with NaNoWriMo and on the 1st Nov you have 30 days to write 50,000 words. Sounds like a pretty good idea, daunting undoubtedly, exciting yes definitely,energizing and harmless? You would think so but you would be wrong. I actually thought well I have been trying to write a book who hasn’t I have three whole chapters, 50,000 words would certainly help. This is where I started to run into problems, not one to go off completely half cocked I decided to do a bit of research, the normal things are there rules to this? What experiences have others had and was there a bit of encouragement out there for so challenging a task. Well Yes and No. Did I register well no, should I have done? No I don’t think so. Will I next year who knows. I think it has a lot to do with where you are at the time. If you like the idea I would recommend doing no research at all and give it a go. I would certainly remember it has little to do with writing that Brilliant, Completed, Shiny automatically publishable Novel you have in your head. What it will do is something I have been unable to do,  generate up to 50,000 words you can use (Probably). Or 50,000 words you were glad you did not use in your novel. If you did want to do research I would try this from terribleminds.  ’25 Things You Should Know About NaNoWriMo’ So what have I...

Charlie Don’t Surf, West Street.

Charlie Don’t Surf, West Street.
Well Charlie Don’t actually surf on West Street but were playing Live at the West Street in Sheffield. On my recent trip home to the good old Steel City I get the opportunity to use my camera for more than taking pictures of beers. Its been a while since I photographed Live Bands not since my student days. To get the opportunity to see my good buddy Mark (who has had the pleasure of knowing me since before infant school ) and Charlie Don’t Surf in action was something I was looking forward to, It seemed only reasonable to offer my services to take some photos. Having been a Professional Photographer for 12 years+ it seemed like the perfect idea. And to be totally honest as ideas go one of my better ones, however this now requires me to actually put my money where my mouth is. How is this going to turn out? I had been hearing rumors of West Street its changed they say, we better warn you, you might be shocked. Well this was certainly a turn up for the books, I had spent many a year ploughing up and down West Street crawling from pub to pub. I moved in just off West Street ate at the Bombay 3 times a week ( Still don’t know what was in their curry) worked at the Job Center it was everything I knew. How crazy could it be? I remember Pajama Jumps  and other very dubious happenings. I also remember early mornings walking down to the bakery and getting fresh Parkin in November, buying cheap Bavarian larger at the corner store, lunchtimes drinking in the “Frog and Parrot” just because. On a hot summer night just returned from Europe a case of Alsace white in my hands, being collected from the station by the usual suspects. That night it was hot,we went to see “Haze” upstairs at the Hallamshire, oh what glorious days. What ever happened to Gabadon?( Don’t trust my spelling) I have photos of it all, hang around a bit follow my blog, I am not as big an ass as you think. Well probably not. Turns out they were warning me about the girls! Girls on West Street, I knew about meeting girls on West Street, well the ones hanging around the Hoover shop...

Penguins in Boxes don’t you know.

Penguins in Boxes don’t you know.
So what happened to October & November? Well to tell you the truth the same as what usually happens each October. I have a birthday and its sort of the same one each time but with a different me standing there. You would think after having nearly half a century of them I would have got the hang of it. But I do not go gently Old age should burn and rave @ close of day. November drifted away with NaNoWriMo, sort of and NaBloWriMo wasn’t what I thought it was either. I sat for a long time trying to remember as many of them as possible (Birthdays that is), although it is not recommended, the memory part of your brain  the short term part anyway forgets things unless you re-live them    (and its not completely wise to do so as  a bad memory can re-scar you as much as a good memory can hold you back. New memories is what you need something to tell you you are alive and moving forward.) This is the problem, this is where my particular kind of broken crowds in and fills up all the available memory  boxes, well the ones that are not filled with Penguins. “Insofar as she recognized at all that she was dreaming, she realized that she must be exploring her subconscious mind. She had heard it said that humans are supposed only to use about a tenth of their brains, and that no one was really clear what the other nine tenths were for, but she had certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins.”  Douglas Adams   I read and understood this fundamental truth in 1991 and I recognized it for what it was, my universe instantly made sense here was an operating system that I understood ,this was my operating system better than windows no blue screens of death etc better than what I had before which was just plain bewilderment. Of course I have had to redefine it as new and modern technologies have become available but essentially imagine the mind is 10 square boxes 9 of them filled with Penguins and the 10th crammed with memories all of them the useful as well as the unhelpful. The entirety of  knowledge from which you have to operate….. So with a...

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