kybearfuzz: (Default)
While I was traveling for work last week, I read a book I bought last year called "Horrorstör," a horror-comedy novel. I learned of the book from a post by [personal profile] barak and I thought it sounded like a real hoot.

The story deals with a group of employees at a Ikea-type store called Orsk, which sells various ready-to-assemble furniture with odd Scandinavian names. One night, the manager asks two employees to stay the night in the store with him to investigate who is damaging store property before a corporate auditing team arrives the next morning.

As the evening progresses, the employees find that the entity damaging the store property is of the supernatural variety and that they are all in danger because of it.

As someone who has worked retail in the past, I found the forced business culture and sayings as terrifying as the supernatural activity itself. I don't want to give any more of the story away, but I really enjoyed the story. It was a fairly quick read, as I breezed through it on the flight out and the flight back home. I especially like the way the book looks like a catalog and has pages describing various Orsk home and office products, which gradually become more and more disturbing as the story advances and each has an order number containing "666."

According to the Wikipedia page for the novel, the rights have been optioned for a television series. I would recommend not reading the Wikipedia page as it contains spoilers for the book.
kybearfuzz: (Bill the Cat)
It's only Tuesday. Ugh. It just seems like it is definitely crawling along.

  • Over the weekend, I helped my mom move to her new room at the nursing home. She had a single as long as she did rehab. When her rehab stint ended, she had to move into a room with a roommate. Change is not easy for anyone, so I went down to try to ease the transition, which was surprisingly easy. Mom was in good spirits and very clear-headed for a change. I found out last night through my sister that Mom had fallen in her new room, tumbling out of her wheelchair when she stood up to water her plant. As good as she's doing according to the physical therapist, the reality of it is that she cannot live on her own anymore. Luckily, nothing was broken this time.


  • I'm not feeling the post-issue malaise that usually comes with posting my comic book. I've been so busy on weekends and at work that I've not noticed. Tonight, with softball canceled due to rain, I found myself oddly out-of-sorts with nothing that I HAD to do.


  • My newest TV binge watching has been "Schitt's Creek". I've heard of this show for a couple of years, but I finally managed to buckle down and watch it. OMG! How have I missed this?? I've always been a fan of Eugene Levy (who is a wonderfully furry daddy bear) and Catherine O'Hara. Levy's son Daniel also stars and writes the series, and he's very handsome and furry himself. The comedy is both silly and biting. The story of a very rich family who loses it all and has to move to a rural community is prime with possibilities. Seasons 1 and 2 are on Netflix streaming, season 3 is on DVD right now.


  • I'm teaching class next week. We usually have 5 or 6 instructors for 30 students, but several of the instructors are unavailable, so we're down to three instructors and one newbee, so I'll be teaching half of the class this round. I'll tell the students to set their universal translators to "hillbilly" (*writing down this joke for class*)
kybearfuzz: (Grizzly 3)
This issue took a LONG time to get done. I was writing the issue back in February, but family and work stuff got busy and I finally had the time to put the issue together. I drew the villain for this issue a long time back, but finally got around to using the character. I already have the idea for the next issue, so hopefully the next issue won't take so long to put together. Issue Notes are at the bottom as usual. Enjoy :)

Cover 22


Issue #22 - Shadows & Light )

Issue Notes - May Contain Spoilers )

Comments, questions, criticisms?
kybearfuzz: (Workout)
Yesterday, I went to the gym for the first time in a couple of months. I work out regularly, but I often do cardio by running outside or lift free weights at home. I joined Planet Fitness back in January because I needed to change things up and a place to get my cardio in when the weather was nasty. For the first six weeks, I was in a great routine. However, with Mom's stroke and broken hip, the aftermath of her hospital stay, the flooding at my house, the washing machine, and other bits of family-related drama, the gym visits fell to the wayside. It was just easier to work out at home and then deal with the other things.

Yeaterday's visit was perfect really. In my absence, the New Years resolution folks have bailed and the gym is a more manageable environment. I grabbed a bench in the free-weight area to get some chest presses in next to a very brawny daddy bear, then hit some of the chest and back machines. I finished out with some cardio and an episode of "Bob's Burgers."

When I got home, I mowed the yard in anticipation of rain. I got my shower and hunkered down for some coloring of comic pages, while watching both "Friday the 13th" and "Friday the 13th Part 2."

I feel pretty good today. Seriously, why should that surprise me so much?
kybearfuzz: (Dreaming)
This morning I woke up from a pretty cool dream. I was dreaming that I was walking through the first house my parents owned, the one I lived in for the first four years of my life. We moved from that house to the house next door, which was my grandparents' house, which was slightly larger. My older brother and his family lived in the original house for a while, then my cousin and his family lived there for a time who did some needed renovating. So, even though I left the house at four, I was in and out of the house for years after.

In my dream, workmen were in the house renovating it and I went room to room reminiscing about my life there. The actual house is a small, two bedroom-one bath home. The renovated home was oddly larger inside than outside, with new hardwood floors and endless closet space and hidden pathways.

I was curious whether the remodel was being done to sell the house. If so, I was thinking of buying it. The workman told me that the cost for renting the house was going to be $2000/month, which was outrageous for my small hometown, even if the house did bend the laws of physics in terms of space. In reality, if the little house was for sale, I actually would consider it, I think.

I'm sure the reason for the dream is that I'm driving to my hometown today.
kybearfuzz: (Comic Book Bears)
After work on Friday, I hurried to the nearest movie theater to catch a 3D matinee of "Wonder Woman". The character was one of the few highlights of "Batman vs. Superman: Dawn of Justice," so I was eagerly looking forward to seeing her solo movie.

I was surprised that the theater was so sparsely attended, even for a matinee, as it was just me and two other folks. I have to remember that I get off work earlier than most.

The movie was FANTASTIC! Any concerns I had about Gal Gadot getting the role of Diana were quickly dismissed. The story was great, the characters were entertaining, the setting was amazing, etc. The setting of the movie is WWI (hardly a spoiler), which is a bit outside of canon as Wonder Woman started in WWII, but it's forgivable. I loved the action. When Diana whips out her glowing lasso and it flies around the screen, I was almost giddy as it brings a character I adore to life for me.

I will watch it again in the theater, very soon, I think.

Saturday was a relatively dull day. The appliance repairman was supposed to show up early Saturday afternoon, only to show up at 6 PM that night. It does irritate me that I was left to linger about the house waiting for this guy to show, but the time wasn't wasted. I inked a lot of comic book pages that day. And the washer is fixed and fully operational again.

Now it's Sunday night and work will come early again tomorrow. Ugh.
kybearfuzz: (Bill the Cat)
The Cincinnati MovieBears went for Saturday matinee of "Alien: Covenant." Well, it was me and one other guy. The holiday likely kept most away, but there were a lot of "maybe" attendees, so I was surprised that the attendance was THAT low.

Anyway, the movie takes place about a decade after "Prometheus," when a colony ship heading out colonize a new world responds to a signal coming from a previously-unknown and more approximate Earth-like world for colonization. Once they arrive, a landing party goes to check it out, a couple of crew folks get infected, monsters are born, and all hell breaks loose. The formula isn't bad, but it's not the first time we've seen this. There is a returning character in Michael Fassbender, who I admit I find strangely attractive.

The movie has a 71% Fresh rating on Rotten Tomatoes (as of this writing) and I agree that the movie is fairly good, but I can't say I enjoyed it that much. I think my personal expectations were not met, but I can't articulate exactly what I felt was missing. I just thought that bits of it were not well-written. The landing party for example just seems to wander about on this planet without any checking of biological hazards. No quarantine, no protective suits, etc. They just exit the vehicle in their ship uniforms and start investigating. And this seems to be where the problems start.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

Anyway, I doubt I'd watch it again. And it's not something I'd plan to buy.
kybearfuzz: (Default)
Here are some odds and ends of the past week:

  • My holiday weekend started early. I took Friday off because I had to be home for the appliance repair guy to show up. I started it off by SLEEPING IN. An alarm clock is a necessity on work days, but the mornings where I don't have to hear it, it's pure pleasure to just come to consciousness.


  • It was a beautiful, sunny day, I went for a run. Both of my usual outdoor running places were taken up by picnics and such, so I went to Pioneer Park, which is down the road from me. I've driven past it many times, and planned to run there, but never got around to it until today. It's a nice park, definitely adding it to my list of places. However, I explored the running path behind the dog park portion and got lost, thinking the trail would loop back to another park section and it ended up on a public street. I kept running thinking another entrance would appear, but I ended up on the highway. So I had to run another 3/4 mile on the highway to get back to the park. A screw up, but it definitely increased my distance.


  • The appliance repair guy was not hot sadly. The good news is that the problem with the machine is a cracked hose. The only negative is that he has to order it, so I'll be taking more time off next week to actually get it fixed.


  • With no washer and laundry piling up, I went to the local coin-laundry. I've been there before to wash a comforter, so I'm familiar with the place. It is a nice little place, but it definitely draws a Wal-Mart crowd, so the people watching is fun. No hotties in there though. Still, the clothes are clean!


  • I've been working on Issue #22 of "Grizzly and the Bear Patrol." I'm about half-way through penciling the issue, which I hope to finish this weekend.


  • Going out with the guys tonight to see "Alien: Covenant" tonight. It should be fun.


Have a great holiday weekend guys!
kybearfuzz: (Lion Paw Ouch)
So yesterday, I was in the middle of my chest and back workout. I had started a load of laundry, which is in the washroom next to my family room where the workouts occur. Between reps, I stepped in there to check on the load and heard the sound of trickling water.

I looked behind the machine to find water pooling. I lifted the lid to the washer and heard the sound of a stream on metal. Honestly, it sounded like my washing machine was taking a whiz. I let the machine finish the rinse cycle then turned off the water to the washing machine.

Back in 1996, I bought the Hotpoint washer and dryer from Best Buy. That was over 20 years ago and this is literally the first problem I've had with either one. While I'm elated at the longevity I've had with these units, I'm irritated that I have a new problem to deal with, especially with having just dealt with the flooding issue in the lower level. I checked on some Kenmore units at Kroger after dinner last night just in case and then posted on FB about my quandry, which pulled mixed responses from the peanut gallery.

Some encouraged me to get the unit fixed because they feel that new washing machines are not as reliable or work as well, while others commented that newer models are more efficient, saving electricity and water, and remarked that 20 years is an impressive amount of work to get out of my machines.

After much consideration, I decided to have it repaired if possible. I hate buying new things in desperation mode, so this will buy me some time. And a trip or two to a coin laundry won't kill me if I can't.
kybearfuzz: (Happy Larry)
It was a very busy weekend, but spectacular.

Our Cincycub Brian got hitched to his sweetheart Justin in a very fun wedding and reception last night. They had the wedding and party at the Reingeist Brewery in Cincinnati, which I admit sounded a bit strange for a wedding, but the space is actually really cool.

The wedding was very sweet. And very funny and cute, with little quips and pieces of humor from the officiate, the wedding party, and the grooms themselves. Mikiedoggie, his partner John, and Decibel Derek was sitting in the row with me while we watched the nuptials. The after wedding party was just upstairs with beers a plenty, a great dinner, and lots of friends.

I am deliriously happy for the guys. :)
kybearfuzz: (Bill the Cat)
I bought my first lawn mower when I moved in my house in 2001. It's just like the one I grew up using, a 20" gas-powered mower. It's done a great job for all these years, but last week while I was mowing it seemed to be giving me a near-death rattle. The motor wasn't running as smoothly and it seemed to struggle quite a bit.

Since then, I've been looking online at different mowers. I have been wanting to try something different, so I've been spying the electric lawn mowers. Buying gas for the old mower is a pain, so I'd like to see about avoid it. Battery-powered ones have their ups and downs, mostly linked to battery life. Corded ones have their drawbacks as well, as many folks have told me about running over the electric cord.

On the way home from work today, I stopped at Home Depot to look at the furry eye candy... er, to comparison shop for mowers. They didn't have much in the way of electric mowers. The only model in stock was battery-powered and expensive. However, just next to it was something that caught my eye, something I'd not seen for a long time.

A manual reel mower.

The design is a bit fancier than the mowers I remember, but it principles are very much the same. I've never used one. My dad had one, but it literally sat outside in a corner of the yard, like a prop or a decorative item. The blades and wheels on it had long rusted in place, so it was completely non-functional.

So, on a lark, I bought one. It's far cheaper than the powered mowers and the online reviews are actually very positive. It's must quieter than powered models and, while it requires a bit more effort by me, it should be good for a cardio workout. For my 1/4 acre yard, which is 1/3 wooded, it may be an effective stop-gap while I continue a search for the electric mower. I put it together tonight after my chest/back workout.

I'm very eager to try it out tomorrow after work.
kybearfuzz: (Dreaming)
I was in graduate school I think, which is strange because I didn't go to graduate school, with my best friend from college Greg and some other guys. Our "dorm" was actually fancy apartments with huge bathrooms, so we were probably incredibly far in debt.

The dream started with us in the bathroom. I was getting ready for bed. Greg and the others were going out with friends. I slept and woke up the next morning. I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. When I got out of the shower and went to the mirror, I noticed my beard was gone. Or rather, it was "almost" gone. The fur on my cheeks and chin was gone, but the slight under growth along my jawline was sticking out and my mustache had been trimmed back. I looked awful. I was in shock and furious. I couldn't figure out what happened.

After getting dressed, I went looking for Greg for an explanation. After running into one of our other friends who told me where he was, I found Greg having coffee with a fancily dressed couple in a bookstore cafe. I walked up to him and asked him if he noticed anything missing on me. He tried to dodge the question, which made me furious. So I screamed, "What happened to my beard??!"

I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to the floor and punched him in the face twice. He finally told me what happened. The couple were his friends from the night before. They had gotten completely trashed and he had dragged them to my room. In my groggy state, I apparently had said something being 60% sober or whatever, which angered them. In revenge, the group of them drugged me and took me to a barber shop or salon to get shaved.

Tears came in my eyes because of his betrayal. I said something hateful to him that I don't recall and threw him back to the floor. I got in my car, wondering what I'd do next, including moving out of the dorm.

It was definitely a dream because, in real life, Greg doesn't and has never drank alcohol and he would never have done something like this to anyone. Not sure what happened in my brain for this, because I'd never have cast Greg as a dream villain.
kybearfuzz: (Dahhling!)
It's taken almost a week to dry out my family room. I tried in vain to get the carpet padding to dry, but it was hopeless. And because the padding is some foam composite, it acted like a sponge and allowed the water to continue to expand to more carpet.

I took off from work early Tuesday and bought some new padding to replace it. After removing the old padding, I noticed that the concrete was still damp. I swept and cleaned the affected concrete then sanitized it with a hot water/bleach solution. With a new giant power fan, I cranked up the airflow and the concrete was dry again the next morning.

When I finally got home today after work, I put the new padding down, which had to be done in sections. I replaced the carpet and vacuumed the junk off it. It looks good, but I'm letting the fan take one more hit on it tonight. I'm not sure if the carpet is damp, or it's just cold.

Needless to say, it has been a royal pain in the butt. I look forward to putting the furniture back and trying to get my house back into a semblance of order. It really has just unnerved me to walk into my cluttered house and knowing I couldn't do anything to speed up this clearing the mess.
kybearfuzz: (Sharpening Claws)
It was incredibly cold night to play. The temps were in the low 60s, but it was overcast and windy, which made for a very chilly night to play. We had a double-header, the early game and the late with a hour break in between.

The first team we played was not very good, but both teams are in the recreational division. Several of them were working out injuries. We beat them easily, but we were courteous, taking only one base when we could grab two. One inning, we even gave them six outs so they could bat around more. Playing right field, I caught a pop fly for the final out of the game.

The second game was more aggravating. It's the team "formerly known as Shooters," named after a closed country/western bar. They were in the competitive division last year, but they claim they've lost and replaced players and now are in the intermediate division. I saw some of their replacement players and they are past players on the team. On their whole team, I'd say maybe two of them play at the intermediate level. The rest are still at the competitive level.

Naturally, they trounced us, 30-something to some single-digit score. Sore losers are bad enough, but sore winners are freakin' worse. One of our guys had three fouls and was about to bat again, when the pitcher said he should be out. He said the rule was one free foul, but the ump was allowing it. Now, the Sheldon Coopers of the world would say rules are rules, but when you already have a double-digit lead on us, it looks very petty.

Worse, I was catching the second game and had to listen to three straight, insufferable twats on their team sit on the bleachers and give ESPN-like play-by-play of every mistake we made. When two outfielders nearly collided on a high fly hit, dropping the ball, they were laughing and talking about our team's lack of communication. They communicate better, they said cackling. It grated on my last nerve.

Normally, I'm very jovial, cracking jokes with the batters as they come up, and I did for the first part of the game, but after this insult to injury I had no f**ks left to give. After they batted through their line up the second time or so, we finally got a third out. I was coaching first and the other team's first basement tried to joke with me, but I just smiled and let it go. Their scorekeeper tried to flirt with me, but I wasn't in the mood and just nodded without a word.

Ironically, while I ended the first game by catching the last out, I ended this game by being tagged out at second.

I think our captain is going to report their playing level to make sure they play in the right division. We're not perfect, but against an intermediate team, would have done much better. I don't want it to sound like we're sore losers. We lost both games last week and had a great time, but dealing with the overly macho crap with this team made it no fun at all.
kybearfuzz: (Dahhling!)
Tyler the Roto-Rooter Cub showed up just after 1 PM. He looks like he's 20 years old, a short, stocky clean-shaven cubby-type. Super nice, he went through what he could do for my drain. Because of the age of my house, the drain is not "up to code" so they can't guarantee the work, but he could clean it out.

While his motorized snake was grinding its way through my drain pipe (wow, that sounded dirty), I walked around the side of my house and I literally could hear the blade grinding through the crap in the pipe. It was like a weird snapping, knocking noise, but I could hear it as it moved forward. I desperately wanted to know where that pipe let out.

At the back of my house, I found a pipe, but it never seemed to be the right drain based on what the front drain was like. I suspect it to be the drain at the back of my patio door.

Next to the drain, I could hear the knocking of the snake. With Tyler's help, we found the broken end of a second pipe, clogged with dirt and covered with years of debris. I had always wondered why there were stones lining this hilly area of my back yard, now I know it was to prevent erosion from the drains. I cleared the debris and scooped out more and more of the dirt surrounding the pipe. Tyler flushed the line and lots of water came through it. I think it seriously may have been the first time it's ever been cleaned out.

Now that it has been flushed out, I am hopeful that I'll not have any repeats of Saturday. Now I can concentrate on the carpets again, which are finally drying, I think.

Geez! What an experience... After Tyler got all his stuff packed up, he gave me the bill, which was less than half of what I expected, which made me very happy.
kybearfuzz: (Lion Paw Ouch)
The carpet drying process is taking FOREVER! I think I'm going to run out and get new padding, as I cannot get this stuff to dry out.

I took today off because the Roto-Rooter guy is supposed to come this morning to clear out that drain to prevent this from happening again. I have no idea what he'll do, but I'm sure it'll be an expensive visit from what I've seen online. I hope he's cute at least.

So once he's done, I'll head out to find carpet padding then get to work on putting the family room back together.

Monday do suck indeed.
kybearfuzz: (Default)
My driveway slopes toward my house. At the bottom of the slope is a large drain to keep the rain from coming into the house. In the last 16 years of living here, it's clogged only a handful of times, letting the rain come into the garage, but never into the house. I've always been able to clear the drain before anything awful happened.

Today, I couldn't get it to happen and the rain actually came into the downstairs room. Ugh!

With a five-gallon bucket, I managed to scoop an untold number of buckets of water to out of the garage. My back will not be happy with me tomorrow morning, if the way it feels right now is any indication.

After the water level was down, I started dealing with the downstairs, moving a bookcase, a TV and stand, and a full video-rack out of the way so I could pull up the carpet. I pulled at least 25 gallons of water out of the carpet and padding with my shampooer. Now I'm just waiting for the padding to dry before I can put the carpet back down.

I've called Roto-Rooter to come and check the drain for clearing. It's something I should have done a long time ago. I dread to see the cost, but this sort of headache I can do without.
kybearfuzz: (Default)
I went to bed Friday with a slight, nagging cough. A dose of Nyquil would guarantee me a good night, or so I believed.

It was one of the worst night's sleep I've ever had. The cough kept me up all night. My muscles were aching and I thought I felt chills. By the time I got up, it was 8 AM and my head was throbbing. So after some ibuprofen and a couple of hours of goofing off in a mental fog, I tried to crash for a few more hours, waking up around 4 PM. I literally slept the day away... and not a good sleep either.

Thinking it was a one-off, I downed another dose of Nyquil Saturday night, only to repeat the experience. In my waking hours, the coughing was just intermittent and annoying, but when I lay down, it just magnifies and becomes almost continuous.

So on Sunday, I took some allergy medication, hoping it wasn't a cold, but a reaction to the blooming crap in the Spring air. It didn't help. In fact, it made it worse. My nose was dripping all night along with everything else. I seriously couldn't win. I woke up at 3 AM to go to the restroom and get some ibuprofen to the recurring headache. I called in to work so I could get some more sleep and then go to the urgent care.

The doctor didn't think I had a cold as a lot of symptoms were missing, so she gave me a script for prednisone for a possible allergy and some of the cough syrup with codeine to help me get some sleep. I am hoping it works because i really need some rest tonight.

I am meeting my new boss tomorrow and I could do without the raspy voice and lack of energy.
kybearfuzz: (Default)
I've not posted one of my dreams for a long time. Last night's was a doozy though.

I have never dreamed of a historical person before, but the dream had me hanging out with Albert Einstein. He had the messy hair, big stache, everything. He was a physics professor at my old college. He was just taking a walk on campus and I introduced myself. I joined him on his walk, talking about things.

During the walk we ran into Howard Wollowitz from the Big Bang Theory. He was playing a shoot-em up game with all these different guys on campus. When you got shot, which involved a player pointing his finger like a gun and going "pew pew," you had to drop. Everyone around us was involved in the game it seems, as complete strangers would dramatically grab themselves and fall when shot. Einstein and I joined in and I went down rather quickly.

The dream then took a very dark turn.

When I "came to," everyone was gone. I heard music coming from the building and knew that something more ominous was coming. I ran into the building to warn the musicians that they needed to hide. There were three men with string instruments when I got into the auditorium. When I told them to hide, they scoffed at me. I heard noises coming toward the room, so I ran toward a cabinet to hide, but when I opened them, the advancing horde was in the cabinet, which was a tunnel.

They pushed the doors off the hinges and one of them fell on top of me, hiding me from these men. I kept still as they took the musicians. One of them, an Asian man in 1940s garb and glasses, pulled the door off of me and told me to stay hidden until they left.

So I did... then I woke up.
kybearfuzz: (Default)
I meant to post this earlier this week when I heard of the news, but things got away from me. I read online that Canadian ginger daddy-bear actor Chris Wiggins had passed away at age 87.

F-13 Chris Wiggins
John D. LeMay, Chris Wiggins, and Robey
from "Friday the 13th: The Series"


He's probably best known by most of us as Jack Marshak, the occult expert on "Friday the 13th: The Series" that aired back in the late 1980's. There was one episode where Wiggins was shirtless and the fur was plentiful. He was in his late-50's at the time, but still in great bearish shape.

I also saw him in the 1969 "The Best Damn Fiddler from Calabogie to Kaladar", which won him the Best Actor Canadian Film Award (the Canadian equivalent of an Oscar, now called a Genie award). The movie is pretty good, and also stars a young Margot Kidder in her first feature role. You can watch the full movie online on YouTube and on the National Film Board of Canada website:

http://www.nfb.ca/film/best_damn_fiddler_from_calabogie_to_kaladar/

I'd recently bought a book about Friday the 13th: The Series, which included behind-the-scenes commentary from the actors, but noticed that Wiggins was not included in the interviews. I guessed that his advanced age might have been the reason and I was right. Wiggins passed away on February 19, 2017, from complications from Alzheimer's disease.

Profile

kybearfuzz: (Default)
kybearfuzz

July 2017

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
910 1112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 24th, 2017 08:25 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios