Saturday, December 14, 2024

EARLY KAIJU FANDOM, VOLUME THREE Is in the House

Last year, writer/editor/kaiju fan Bradford Grant Boyle put together an omnibus of the fanzines he had published in the 1970s, titled Early Kaiju Fandom, Volume One. A great big book, it included reproductions of the original pages of his projects, including issue #s 2, 3, and 4 of Japanese Giants, the fanzine I created in 1974 and that he took over in 1975. He published Early Kaiju Fandom, Volume Two a few months ago, which included several fanzines he published that predated JG. And now, Early Kaiju Fandom, Volume Three is in the house, with reproductions of essentially all the rest of the 1970s/80s-era kaiju-themed fanzines, including JG issue #1, and a foreword by the Old Dude. Excerpt as follows:

“As far back as early childhood and as recently as just now, anyone who’s made my acquaintance, even briefly, would know me as a diehard daikaiju nut. I caught both Godzilla – King of the Monsters (1956) and Gigantis – The Fire Monster (a.k.a. Godzilla Raids Again, 1959) when I was around kindergarten age, and if ever a kid were smitten with city-stomping monsters, that kid was me. I was already keen on dinosaurs, and Godzilla elevated my fondness for oversized reptilian critters to a whole new level.”

These volumes by Mr. Boyle are the culmination of countless hours of tracking down copies of literally every page of every fanzine from those glory days (excepting Greg Shoemaker’s Japanese Fantasy Film Journal, which kicked off this whole shebang and will be featured in yet another volume), and compiling them in a series of high-quality publications. In addition to Japanese Giants #1, the fanzines in this one include Richard Campbell’s Godzilla Mania, Barry Kaufman’s Monsters of Japan, Damon Foster’s Japanese Movie Sci-Fi, and Mike Martin’s Giants From Japan. Granted, after so many years, some of the old pages were in a condition barely fit to read, and the reproductions reflect that fact — not to mention that many of the original page designs scarcely reached the level of “crude.” But for those of us who were active in those days (and whose devotion to all things kaiju continues to this day), these volumes represent a most welcome labor of love on Mr. Boyle's part. To be sure, this endeavor isn't one to make anyone rich, but to their target audience, the contents of these are enriching beyond words.

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Misty Morning Ramble

Every day, usually early morning, I go on a several-mile walk, typically around our neighborhood, which offers plenty of nice scenery (especially around Lake Lanier) and (gasp) many serious hills. Since last January, I haven't missed a day of putting in at least two and a half miles, usually more like three to five miles. After forty years of working a desk job with only occasional bouts of serious exercise (usually while geocaching on weekends), since I retired, I've decided not to settle for a sedentary lifestyle and suffer the likely attendant health complications. The exercise has done wonders for my blood sugar, cholesterol, blood pressure (though this past election has hiked it back up higher than it oughta be), and all that good stuff.

It wasn't very cold this morning, but the misty precipitation made it a bit damp. Still, there was a nice atmosphere out there — almost eerie — which I augmented by playing some mellow, Hearts-of-Space-type music along the way. It's supposed to turn into real rain tomorrow, which may mean I'll be hoofing it around the house most of the day. It's nowhere near as enjoyable as the out of doors, but I've had to do it plenty of times. The biggest challenge is avoiding tripping over cats.

Happy trails.

Sunday, December 8, 2024

High Above Rocky Mount and Stuck by Stickers

Several years ago, Ms. B. and I had climbed a huge, rock-crowned ridge in Rocky Mount, VA, to hunt for a geocache. It's a cool location, with panoramic views of the area, and the rocks are all covered with flat, low-growing cactus. On that first trip up there, I found the cache, but it was archived at some point afterward.
Looking down the slope from GZ

This past year, a different geocacher placed a new cache up there, but it had only been found a time or two before it went missing. Friend Diefenbaker (a.k.a. Scott) and I had ventured up there to hunt it, but by then, it was already gone. Happily, the cache was recently replaced, so I decided to drive up to Rocky Mount again this morning to give it another look-see.

The ridge is very steep and slick with dead leaves, so getting up to ground zero made for a fair physical challenge. Then, once I reached the top, I inadvertently stuck my hand into a cluster of cactus, so I've been trying to extract thousands of little piss-ant cactus needles for the past several hours, and in some cases, it has been an exercise in futility. To be sure, ground zero is a target-rich area, with countless clusters of rocks, trees, logs, nooks, crannies, etc., that might hide a geocache — especially a pill bottle, like this one.

I was up there hunting for so long, I eventually reached out to the cache hiders for a hint. Even once they provided one, it took me a long time to find the thing. The coordinates are pretty far off, so I shot some new ones and posted them with my log for the benefit of future hunters. Anyway, at long last, mission accomplished.

Afterward, I found lunch at the nearby Rocky Mount Smokehouse — a fairly decent pulled pork sandwich with deep-fried corn on the cob on the side, which was interesting enough. Then I cruised over to nearby Ferrum, my old alma mater, where I roamed about for a while before heading back home.

Now, if I could just get the last coupla thousand cactus needles out of my hand....
Close to the edge
A target-rich location
High above the town of Rocky Mount, VA

Saturday, December 7, 2024

5-Star Advance Review of The House at Black Tooth Pond at Hellnotes

The first advance review of The House at Black Tooth Pond, due in February from Crossroad Press, is up at Hellnotes. Five stars from reviewer Carson Buckingham!

"I read The House at Black Tooth Pond in one sitting — it was that exciting and that frightening. Think of a traditional haunted house story but on LSD..."


The ebook and paperback editions are now up for pre-order. The audiobook, narrated by Joshua Saxon, will be released in February as well.

Saturday, November 30, 2024

Merry, Merry

Ms. B. and I put up some Christmas stuff last night. We've resolved that we're gonna be merry this season if it fuckin kills us.

Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Old Dude at Bryan Nowak's ALL THINGS WRITING Podcast

If you have a strong constitution, check out the latest episode of Bryan Nowak's All Things Writing podcast, where he interviews some wacky, ramblin' old dude.

Tuesday, November 26, 2024

THE HOUSE AT BLACK TOOTH POND: New Blurb, ARCs, Pre-orders

Author Michael Laimo just sent along a mighty fine blurb for The House at Black Tooth Pond, due in February from Crossroad Press. 'Tis here:

"Author Stephen Mark Rainey takes the abandoned house in the woods trope and turns it inside out as the walls of The House at Black Tooth Pond close in on the reader page by page, scene by scene. Rainey tells a dark, claustrophobic story bursting with atmosphere, with just enough dread to keep horror fans satisfied, and mystery to whet the appetites of thriller fans."—Michael Laimo, author of Dark Ride, Missed Connection, The Demonologist, and others

Reviewers:
You may request a free, advance review copy (either paperback or ebook) from Crossroad Press here.

Pre-order
your copy — either paperback or ebook — from Amazon.com here. The audiobook (narrated by Joshua Saxon) will be available in February 2025.

Friday, November 22, 2024

For a Limited Time! Blue Devil Island Kindle Edition Is 99¢


FOR A LIMITED TIME...
Publisher Crossroad Press is offering the Kindle edition of my WWII novel, Blue Devil Island, for only 99¢. You can spend a buck, get yourself an exciting book to keep you busy for a coupla days, and still have enough to snag yourself a cold one or two.

THE STORY
AUTUMN, 1943: The beginning of the American offensive against the Japanese in the South Pacific. Just west of the Solomon Islands lies a remote, desert island called Conquest, where the U.S. Navy stations a new fighting squadron, led by Lieutenant Commander Drew McLachlan, an ace pilot and veteran of the Battle of Coral Sea.

With his group of air warriors, who call themselves the Blue Devils, McLachlan soars into frequent combat with the Japanese, inflicting serious casualties upon the enemy. However, on the squadron's island home, signs appear that it may not be entirely alone, for in nearby volcanic caves, McLachlan finds evidence of habitation by unknown natives — natives that resemble no known living race, and that may yet exist in the mysterious subterranean catacombs. As the tension on the island mounts, McLachlan is forced to fight on two fronts: against their known enemy, the Japanese, and an unknown, predatory force that leaves mutilated victims as the only evidence of its presence.

As the Solomons campaign enters into its final skirmishes, the Japanese, at last, turn their attention to Conquest Island. In the final conflict, the Blue Devils find themselves the target of an overwhelming assault by the desperate Imperial Japanese forces—and McLachlan must face the reality that the key to his men’s survival lies deep in the dark and deadly caves of Conquest Island itself.

"Rainey skillfully mixes military fiction with alien encounters to present a fast-paced tale of wartime heroics and unearthly terrors. Blue Devil Island is a good selection for large science-fiction or horror collections."—Library Journal


Tuesday, November 19, 2024

A Weekend in Providence

Old Dude paying a visit to H.P. Lovecraft
For many moons now, Ms. B. and I had planned to attend a Dark Shadows gathering at Seaview Terrace in Newport, RI, this weekend, but a while back, event organizer Bob Issel regretfully announced that, due to HBO using the mansion as a staging area for the series Gilded Age, and their shooting schedule running overtime, the Dark Shadows event would have to be postponed. Well, boo. We had nonrefundable plane tickets, so we decided there was nothing for it but to spend the long weekend in the Providence area anyhow.

Friday, November 15, 2024
These days, the only flights you can get at reasonable prices are the ones that depart for your destination before the ass-crack of dawn and return you home barely in time to catch the Late-Late Show. Brugger and I hit the road for Greensboro's Piedmont Triad International Airport well before sun-up this morning, bound for Providence by way of Detroit on Delta Airlines. Fortunately, our flights went off without a hitch, and we arrived at Rhode Island T.F. Green International Airport a good half-hour early. Once we'd retrieved our bags, we picked up our rental car and went on a desperate quest for lunch, for the Great Starvation was upon us. We found acceptable fare — fish & chips for the Old Dude, mac & cheese for Brugger — at a little Irish pub called Sullivan's Publick House in Pawtucket, not far from our lodgings. Upon checking my geocaching app to see if any caches lurked nearby, I discovered there was one just across the street! Needless to say, I zoomed straight over and made quick work of it.

The only hitch of the day came when we arrived at our AirB&B in Pawtucket. Check-in time was 2:00 p.m., and we arrived at 2:45 p.m., only to find the place hadn't been cleaned. We immediately messaged our host, who figured there must have been some miscommunication with AirB&B regarding the timing, so he saw to it that everything was promptly set right. We planned to head into Providence proper anyway, and it wasn't very long before he let us know everything had been taken care of. Yay! This was a disconcerting greeting, to say the least, but we were pleased that our host rectified the situation before it could become a serious issue.

For our part, we made our way southward to Swan Point Cemetery, to the resting place of H.P. Lovecraft, which I figured I ought to visit at least once in this lifetime. Some thoughtful geocacher had designated the grave a virtual cache (a cache with no physical container; instead of signing a log, you answer questions about the specific location). Upon our arrival, we discovered a passel of turkeys madly running about the graves, perhaps hoping to have the place renamed "Turkey Point." Probably not gonna happen.

Once done, we made our way into downtown Providence, where I led Kim on a little tour of the area where NecronomiCon 2024 had been held a few months ago. Our first destination was Reiners Bar & Game Room at the Graduate (formerly the Biltmore) Hotel. It's a lovely bar, and their dirty gin martini rocked. After a little roaming around, we drove back to Pawtucket, where we settled on Rasoi Indian Restaurant for dinner. Since I've consumed more than my share of dead critter recently, I decided on the Vegetable Biryani, which was good, but I sure did miss the lamb, which is my preferred protein in the dish.

I found one more cache on our way back to our AirB&B, which — true to his word — our host had thoroughly cleaned and otherwise prepared it for us as it should have been.

And now, exhaustion sets in. At least this kind of exhaustion, unlike the brand of exhaustion we've been otherwise suffering lately, is quite welcome.
Turkeys run wild at Swan Point Cemetery
Providence by night
Saturday, November 16, 2024
Our B&B is generally comfortable, the bed in particular, but the walls are thin, and some of the noises from the surrounding environment are a bit more than one might care to hear in the middle of the night. Still, when I woke up this morning, I felt generally well-rested, for which I was glad, as we had a busy day of winging it planned — well, winging it but for a highly anticipated lunch appointment with a certain New Englander of our acquaintance.
 
Ms. B. needed a new computer mouse, so we set out about ten o'clock and picked up a mouse at a Staples just down the way. Then we drove over to nearby Benefit Street, specifically to visit number 135, which served as the inspiration for H.P. Lovecraft's "The Shunned House" (1924). The house was built in 1763 by Stephen Harris and owned by John Mawney, for whom it is named. Lovecraft's connection with the house came by way of his Aunt Lillian Clark, who lived there from 1919 to 1920.
135 Benefit Street: H.P. Lovecraft's "Shunned House"

We took some photos of the house and wandered around Benefit Street, where I also claimed a very cool virtual cache in the graveyard of the nearby Episcopal church. Kimberly and I both loved the atmosphere of the neighborhood, especially since many houses were still decorated for Fall and/or Halloween. A few already had Christmas decorations up.

From there, we proceeded down to Wickenden Street, near Brown University, so Ms. B. could fit in some shopping and I — yes, you guessed it — some geocaching. We both ended up very pleased with the results of our respective endeavors.

A little before 1:00 p.m., we headed back into downtown, where we met longtime friend and fellow writer, Tony Tremblay, who so kindly drove two and a half hours just to visit with us. We had settled in advance on dining at Durk's Bar-B-Q, where we now enjoyed a lengthy lunch and some great conversation. Then we migrated a short distance up the road to have drinks at 110 Grill, which I'd enjoyed visiting when I was here back in August for NecronomiCon.
A portion of the graveyard behind the Episcopal Church
Mr. T., Old Dude, Nice Lady
Once we had bid Tony a fond farewell, Brugger fit in a little more shopping at Providence Place Mall. We then decided to head back toward Wickenden Street, as it offered lots of options for drinking, dining, and geocaching. We had hoped to hit a coffee shop for a shot of caffeine, but the couple we found had just closed for the day. So we drowned our coffee woes by way of a Chardonnay for the lady and an Old Fashioned for the Old Dude at a nice little joint called The Point Tavern. Once done, it was still a hair too early for dinner, so we took a nice stroll out to the pedestrian bridge over the Providence River, where I snagged a couple of more caches. Then we walked back and found a fine dinner at Champa Thai/Laotian restaurant.

That was about all we had in us for the evening, and Kim had some work to catch up on, so we returned to our lodgings, where Kim worked and I blogged.

Till tomorrow, friends...
Another beautiful evening in Providence, viewed from the pedestrian bridge over the Providence River
Sunday, November 17, 2024
Brugger and I have noticed over the past couple of days that, wherever you go in Providence, the air is filled with the distinctive aroma of pot smoke, even when you're in a car. Mind you, this is not a complaint.

Our target this morning was Newport, about 45 minutes south of Providence. As mentioned previously, our original plan for this trip had been to attend a Dark Shadows gathering at Seaview Terrace, but HBO's filming schedule squashed that event. Since neither Ms. B. nor I have been to the house before, we decided to make our way to it and at least check out the exterior. So, we set our sights on the Ruggles Avenue address and headed out fairly early this morning. Sure enough, the property was closed off to visitors, but there are several areas where one can take decent photos, and so... many photos I took. I hope we'll manage to attend some future DS event there and can look forward to visiting the interior whenever that might happen.
After roaming about Seaview for a while, we headed into Newport proper. Ms. B. needed to find a CVS, so that we did, and once she'd accomplished her mission, it was lunchtime. We happened to see La Forge Casino Restaurant just across the street from the pharmacy, so we decided to give it a try. We both had burgers, which were pretty good, and I had a bloody mary, which was very good.

After that, we needed some exercise, so we set our sights on the Cliff Walk along Newport's eastern coastline. There was easy access at the end of Ruggles Avenue, near Seaview, so we parked there and started walking northward. A short distance on, we arrived at the clusters of rocks in the ocean that appear in the Dark Shadows opening titles. Several geocaches hid along the walkway, and I managed to claim the ones along our route. We hoofed it for several miles, so I figured that maybe we managed to work off a french fry or two from lunch.
Some of the rocks that appear in the opening titles of Dark Shadows, seen from the Cliff Walk
Old Dude and Ms. B. not quite on the rocks but still cool. Sort of.
One of the many mansions in Newport's Gilded Age area
Salve Regina University uses many of the Gilded Age mansions for their academic and administrative buildings as well as student housing
But wait! Oh, no! Ms. B. wanted to check out a local winery/brewery not too far away, so after our walk, we ventured up the road to Newport Vineyards & Restaurant, where we likely undid any calorie loss from our walk. She had a Riesling, which, unfortunately, she found unimpressive. Rather than wine, I sampled one of their IPAs, which was quite good, though — like so many items in the area — way overpriced for what you actually get. 

Heavens! We still had plenty of time to kill before our evening dinner reservation, so we ventured to the southeast end of the peninsula and found an interesting beach (and several geocaches). While I hunted caches, Ms. B. wandered the beach to hunt intriguing shells. We both found what we sought. This activity took us till about 4:00 p.m., and since we had a 5:30 dinner reservation at the Black Pearl restaurant (whose exterior doubled for the Blue Whale bar in Dark Shadows), we headed in the direction of the waterfront district to see what kind of trouble we might get into there.

As it turned out, a couple of Adventure Lab caches awaited us, one of which led to a few locations used in the movie Hocus Pocus 2, which both Ms. B. and I find fun to watch. The second AL took us on a little walking tour of the area, which we enjoyed.

Come dinnertime, we wandered over to Black Pearl, a cozy and atmospheric nautical-themed restaurant — very apt for the Blue Whale's real-life counterpart. We considered the numbers in the menu's price column mighty high, but we had counted on this and bit the bullet. Ms. B. had shrimp & pasta, which — rather sadly — didn't quite meet her expectations, especially since it's a dish she's very fond of. I had shrimp cocktail and Clams Casino, both of which were excellent, but I'd say that, for the price, the quantity came up a bit short. Still, for something like this, we figured we were paying for the experience as much as the food, and we did very much enjoy the experience.

Just down the way, we'd seen an Italian place that served gelato, and since we both love gelato... that is where we ended up. Giusto was its name, and yeah, that was some mighty fine gelato.

After a satisfying day and evening of mostly winging it, we made our way back to our Pawtucket lodgings, where we repeated last night's procedure: Ms. B. got some work done, and I blogged.

Try not to breathe too much of that pot smoke out there!
Looking down Newport's Thames Street
The Oliver Hazard Perry, docked in Newport
The Black Pearl Restaurant, a.k.a. The Blue Whale in Dark Shadows
Old Dude and a lovely ale, spinning Dark Shadows yarns for the nice lady
Monday, November 18, 2024
"On the far horizon were the open countryside’s purple slopes. Against these, some two miles away, rose the spectral hump of Federal Hill, bristling with huddled roofs and steeples whose remote outlines wavered mysteriously, taking fantastic forms as the smoke of the city swirled up and enmeshed them."
—H.P. Lovecraft, "The Haunter of the Dark"

On our last day in Providence, we still had some time to explore because we needed to check out of our AirB&B by 10:00 a.m., and our flight didn't depart until 7:20 p.m. Once we had fulfilled our clean-up duties and checked out from our lodgings, Brugger and I drove over to Federal Hill, first to claim a couple of caches — one being another stage of the Hocus Pocus 2 Adventure Lab cache (nothing more than a Walgreen's store, which had been done up for the film). Then I got it into my head that we should find the location of the long-demolished St. John's Catholic Church, which had served as the inspiration for the Starry Wisdom Church in "The Haunter of the Dark," which is perhaps my favorite H.P. Lovecraft story. This endeavor proved not at all difficult because, once I determined its actual address (at Atwells and Sutton Street), we found St. John's Park and an inlaid panel in the sidewalk that gave a brief history of the church. It's been over thirty years since the building was demolished, but I can't say I didn't feel touched by the "Shadow From the Steeple," to use the title of Robert Bloch's follow-up story...
Brugger in St. John's Park, the site of the old church that served as HPL's inspiration for the setting
of "The Haunter of the Dark"
Old Dude hanging with Roger Williams, founder of
The First Baptist Church

We found lunch at a little Italian grocer/eatery called Roma which was so Italian it felt more like being back in the boot than in Providence, Rhode Island. A Caprese chicken sandwich for Ms. B. and a pork loin sandwich with grilled onions and provolone per me, both excellent.

There was a virtual geocache at Providence's First Baptist Church, the very first Baptist church in the United States, established by Roger Williams in 1638; the present building was constructed in 1774–1775. Back in August, the opening ceremonies for NecronomiCon took place at the church, though I did not go after the virtual at the time because, after the festivities that day, the skies opened up and dumped a big old gullywasher upon us mere mortals.

With a good bit of time still to kill before hauling ourselves to the airport, we parked ourselves at Murphy's Tavern downtown, where the Lovecraft Ezine guys and I had several times parked ourselves and sank all manner of drinks during NecronomiCon downtimes. Brugger and I sank some fine spirits here, and I provided her with a few shivers by reading to her the first few paragraphs of Lovecraft's "Haunter of the Dark," which described the locations we had visited today as they appeared back in his day.

And then it was off to PVD. After returning our rental car, we checked in and settled ourselves at the airport's Providence Provisions restaurant (which I had seen a lot of back in August when I was stuck at the airport for two days) and fortified ourselves with a decent meal. Thankfully, this trip, our two flights were not only on time but early, so instead of 2:00 a.m., we arrived home at a little after 1:00 a.m.

For a trip that turned out to be something altogether different than what we originally anticipated, this one goes into our personal annals as one of our most enjoyable ventures — other than the fact Brugger was plagued by a lingering cough even after she'd gotten over the previous week's cold. Now, given the direction this country has taken, who knows if she and I will have the resources to indulge in such excellent outings as this in the coming days; hell, if she loses her medical insurance, thanks to at least half the country's fierce and foolish battle against any kind of universal health coverage, almost every penny that we've previously been able to pump into the economy will be going straight to healthcare. If this kind of thing is what "making America great" means to you, then you can go get fucked by an orangutan, and thank you very much.

Adieu, until next time.
Our last round in Providence, at Murphy's Tavern

Saturday, November 9, 2024

Advance Review Copies of The House at Black Tooth Pond from Crossroad Press

CALLING ALL REVIEWERS: You can get an advance review copy of The House at Black Tooth Pond (due February 11, 2025) at no charge from Crossroad Press here: crossroadpress.com/review-arcs/

(Please note that Crossroad Press requests that you include reviewer/review information to verify you intend to review the book.)

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

A Challenge

Philosophically, I am in absolute agreement with my wife, Kimberly, whom I shall quote below. That said, if things transpire as they seem destined to, and she can't get the health insurance she needs, then the grudge I hold will be profound. And that's just one wee part that might affect us personally and gravely. Many, many others are going to be hurt, badly and so needlessly.

I'm going into this Trump presidency with exactly the same attitude I did the last one. People who have voted for Trump said he will make our lives better and the United States better. Prove it to me. And prove it to me with things that aren't already on the upswing...immigration is now at the same level as it was when Biden/Harris took over, inflation has slowed, and violent crime is down. (I've fact checked these statements with multiple sources.) So Trump ran on a platform that he would fix things that are already fixed. Prove it to me that he will improve my healthcare. Prove it to me that he won't be an authoritarian dictator who takes away the rights of so many people. Unlike many, I can absorb information and change my views according to that information. I'll be waiting for proof."—Kimberly Ann Brugger

There are a million issues I could talk about, vent about, but I fear it would be belaboring the obvious for anyone with eyes to see, and simply fatigue me further. I have no illusions that we, personally, as well as the entire country are going to have issues challenges to confront that we certainly would not if the election had gone the other way. But that's a non-issue now.

Yesterday, I headed out early to work the polls for local city council candidate — and winner — Julian Mei, an acquaintance of mine who I believe will be a fine shot of tonic for Martinsville. There were five candidates for three positions, and sadly, the other two were not his first choices (or mine), but I believe the council will still be in a much better place in the coming year.

Last night, Brugger and I went to Wild Magnolia, one of our local pubs, to watch the city council election results and hang out with some of the candidates. It was, as you might expect, both rewarding and disappointing.

Today, my stress/anxiety level is down some from yesterday simply because certain unknowns are now known. There are plenty of unknowns to come, but we'll just have to deal with them as they come down the pike. This morning, I had business to take care of at the bank in uptown, so once that was done, I took a long, relaxing walk partly through town and partly on the nearby Dick & Willie Trail. The temperature out there is ridiculously warm for November (yet climate change is "not our problem!"), but some of the foliage remains purty.