Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
- To celebrate Father's Day Weekend with our friend, Author/Shawn Colton, Artist/Dave 'RagzDandelion' Hanson will be offering free digital quick-sketches to ALL who pledge at least $10 towards "The Legends of The Boo-Monster" Kickstarter Project which can be found here, for three days only, between Friday June, 15th 12:00 a.m. EST - 11:59 p.m. EST..., on Sunday June 17th, 2012! Digital quick-sketch will be of a character of the backer's own choosing!!Pledged at least $10 BEFORE June 15th? Increase your pledge by only $5 by 11:59 p.m. EST on 6/17/'12 to get your sketch! Pledged less than $10 before June 15th? Increase your pledge to at least $10 by 11:59 p.m. EST on 6/017/'12 to get your sketch!To claim your Father's' Day Weekend-Only Special sketch, e-mail proof of pledge, or proof of adjusted pledge, along with character request, to AtariStacey@gmail.com by 11.59 p.m. EST on June 20th, 2012!Happy Father's Day Shawny, And Again, May All Your Kickstarter Wishes Comes True!! Ah-Boo, David & StaceySee More
Thursday, March 22, 2012
I'm preparing to write an inexpensive e-book tentatively titled "Legends of the Boo Monster." Originally, it was going to just be the true story of my son, his autism, and the unique challenges and wonderment of being the Boo Monster's daddy, but then I got to thinking, and once the smoke cleared, I had an idea. What if I wrote the odd chapters about the one true real life Boo Monster and the even chapters a fairy tale about a fictional Boo Monster and his adventures? I'd really dig some feedback. What say you all?
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Look, God knows I’m guilty as hell of pimping this very blog, but I try to promote a lot of people’s stuff out of respect for their work, and maybe a little to make myself feel better for being such a self-important ninny.
I’ve been doing this internet thing since about 1997 and I’ve learned a few things. I’ll pass these lessons on to you and you can consider them as reasonable assessments or mock them for their obviousness. These are my general rules. Your mileage may vary.
1. Message boards are mine fields. I was a member of a message board for a long while and cultivated a great many pleasant friendships there; people that conducted themselves with tact, diplomacy and honor. Then there were the trolls, those people that feed off of controversy by being rude, obscene, intentionally offensive and contrary for the sake of being contrary. Trolls usually cannot be rehabilitated and assimilated into a healthy message board society. They thrill on irritating the shit out of people, focusing their most concentrated attacks on the hyper sensitive and easily offended. Then you get flame wars that produce no meaningful dialogue, no chance at compromise, just less mature versions of “I know you are, but what am I.” Sometimes, I suppose, one might see these little anonymous battles as amusing as each side makes more ridiculous and nonsensical assertions to prove their points. Eventually I was made a moderator of this board and for all my socially progressive ideals I moderated like a prudish schoolmarm. Epic fail. Eventually the trolls got to me and I unceremoniously walked away and never visited that message board again.
2. NEVER read the comments left by readers of news articles or videos. It will make you think that only a small portion of the world does not experience severe cognitive dissonance in their reasoning ability. This is also the place where drinkers of various ideological Kool-Aids spend a great deal of time being high on vitriol but low on the desire to research their arguments and augment them with actual facts and stuff.
3. Ignore any message, tweet, or post that insists the author knows what God wants, ya know, like they talked it over at Denny’s. Religion can be a wonderful thing. Quoting from various religious texts is no less valid than quoting Freud or Shakespeare, if it makes a point that illustrates your personal philosophy, but when that philosophy turns into a certainty that an unseen force with absolute authority tells you to persecute others for what they do as consenting adults I will ignore you. Also these folks tend to type in all caps, which is only allowed by another man of unshaking faith, Owen Meany.
4. The Golden Rule might get Ron Paul booed at a convention but it is definitely something I take to heart when posting on social media.
5. Don’t respond to brick walls. Brick walls cannot be reasoned with. They will always remain brick walls.
6. Double-check “facts” before you tweet or post them. I let one get by me last Sunday and if I FiretrUCK up and tweet a bad piece of information, I apologize. Example: A musical artist, who has sold millions of albums, retweeted misinformation that I tweeted to her. It was my bad because I didn’t double-check. Not only did I apologize to her but I apologized to everyone who responded to the retweet, one calling me a douche, one wondering what I was smoking, etc. The artist immediately forgave me because she’s a doll, and surprisingly every single person I apologized to not only accepted my apology but apologized for calling me names, which I kind of deserved. The whole apology process took TWO HOURS. I learned my lesson.
7. I used to have a non-political internet presence rule but recent events threatening universal women’s health care and the civil rights of the LGBT community have made me break that rule in a big way. I will however stick by my no name calling policy, but I will point out blatant hypocrisy, as politely as possible.
8. If I don’t have anything nice to say, particularly on trivial matters, I do my very best not to say it.
9. I try to never pester anyone into following me and I don’t take people not responding personally.
10.This is my most important rule.
I owe a lot of positive energy and love after the outpouring of concern and affection from my friends on social media during my recent troubles. I’m gonna pay it back hundred-fold if I can.
Until next time Love Each Other!
Friday, February 3, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
People on the internet might NOT be my real friends? Madness!
If you wish to hear the aforementioned session, you can find it here, or on the iTunes. Don’t worry I’ll be here soaking in my narcissism when you get back. Maybe I’ll sing myself a little song while you read. (Shawn Colton does not own the rights to the likenesses of KISS, the song by Richard O'Brien, or the blatant rip-offery of Tim Curry's golden tones. ::Steps off of SOPA box::)
Welcome back! So you listened, what did you what did you think of...?
I'm sorry, what?
Yes,Caissie St.Onge is truly awesome.
So, as I was saying ...
Did I meet Ms. St Onge in the green room of the show? No, actually I was late and she had to fly back to...
Listen, this BLOG IS ABOUT ME!
What kind of friend are you?
Oh no! What if Emily was right? What if people on the interwebz aren't REALLY my friends.
I talked to the man I named my son after (and likely the only person that will COMPLETELY understand this entries title), Mr. D. W. Hanson,a.k.a. Ragz Dandelion and he seemed to agree with Emily's sentiment. To be a true friend, you need to see people at both their best and their worst.
So I thought, about it, and I have come to a conclusion. Looking around my house at all the things my internet family have sent me over the years, and then realizing that the ability to purchase this house was the result of an internet relationship I ...
Well, we'll leave that story for the next entry.
The question is ... what do you think?
Comment and discuss. Please.
(Special Thanks to the beautiful and talented DJ PlaZma for recording that karaoke performance, so very long ago. )
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
First, here's Jane singing "Waters of March" for those who aren't familiar with the tune, followed by the lyrics I slapped together this morning.
Daleks, Davros, it’s the end of the road.
He’s the last Lord of time, he’s a little alone
It’s a Tardis so blue, it’s a box with a phone
It’s a sliver of time, it is space, so we run
It’s a Robot of Death, it’s a trap, it’s no fun
Sontaran Doom, Rutans in the brush
Autons made of wood, which he has to crush
The Ood a song, a ship, a fall
The crash, a win, it was nothing at all
It’s the Cybermen march, talons of weng-chiang
It is old, it is new, and the Cloister Bell rang
And the Doctor he cracked at the Waters of Mars
It’s the end of all time, with a song in his heart
Feel free to e-mail me your verses at email@example.com
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The Boo Monster is going through one of his Superboy phases where he is ball of joyous unfocused energy. It's exhausting to say the least and I'm more than a little scatter-brained so it makes for quite the adventure. His manic behavior is accompanied by gales of laughter as if to counter-balance my exasperation.
Do I shout sometimes? You damn betcha! But a bellowing Daddy is a funny daddy. Or he just no sells it completely, as if he doesn't even hear me. I think he's trying to speed up my recovery through rapid rehab. Ya know, so I can be his big goofy butler.
I did something fun last Thursday, but I don't want to reveal what it is until it's posted, which will be soon. I just hope I didn't drive the whole affair off a cliff with my Irish-Catholic Richard Lewis-like mania.
Now ladies and gentlemen, Ms. Brigitte Zarie with some "Money, Money, Money". So talented, the brains behind chocolate wallpaper, and a really nice young lady to boot!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
My support system has been mighty,unified and tireless during my ordeal, and the Angels of My Recovery span the globe, and I aspire to be worthy of all of the positive energy I've received, not just during my war with cancer (which we won)but through so much more.
First I'll discuss ,and sing the praises of, a very important Triumvirate of Spiritual Energy that has added me as the big shambling sidekick, a sort of Ben Grimm in the Fantastic Four. I'm not quite as creative, talented and spritually aware as they are but they love me anyway, and we vibrate on the same universal frequency.
After that we'll talk about my brush with incontinence, ya know, to even things out.
Sandra Bernhard introduced me to Michael Gardner who introduced me to Liz Carr and the three have been integral parts of my sanity and recovery. (Micheal and Liz are pictured above, Sandy sings you a song in the video below.)
Sandra and I were born on Michigan soil, Geminis, and while she was becoming a superstar, I was just feeling my way through a confusing life where I didn't quite know what to make of myself. We met several years ago on the Twitter and she has cheered me on through my trials and tribulations ever since, with unwavering love and loyalty. She's my friend and hero. Why did an internationally recognized creative genius take an interest in me? I'm just lucky I guess. Oh, and for those who feel that perhaps our friendship is a figment of my imagination and that I'm just some fan who likes to name drop, and I say this in the nicest way I can muster, please feel free to go screw yourself. Sandy and I have a spiritual connection even if I'm not taking the apartment. (Insert "Will & Grace"/ Blender joke here.)
It was through Sandy that I met Michael Gardner, who when he found out that I had cancer, rallied his considerable resources to come to my aid. I'm fairly certain he's an angel, which is why I call him Angel Man. Again, Michael was a person that had no real reason to take any interest in me, outside of the fact that I was a member of the human race in need of balance and a stay against the Widening Gyre. His energy is unlike any I've ever encountered. Michael is an artist of great talent and accomplishment. I'm just some guy who lives in Flint. I'm willing to believe that something more than luck is the reason we crossed paths.
Michael introduced me to Liz Carr, my Jedi Master. Liz knows how to even me out and helps me accept and embrace my perfect imperfections. We've both been through a ringer or two and came out in a good place. We have hysterically funny long phone conversations and if I'm one-tenth the inspiration to her that she is to me I'll be very pleased.
I don't just admire and respect these people. I love them.
And now ladies and gentlemen along with the brilliant Mitchell Kaplan, my Sister Gemini!
... and now let's talk about a complication of my RADICAL PROSTATECTOMY.
Mild incontinence. It's not a lot of fun. The upside is I get to do kegel excercises, so I have that going for me, which is nice. My urologist insists this is a temporary condition. But laughing is a treacherous endeavor these days.
So until next time love each other and for those who suffer the same malady as I currently face, wet 'em if you got 'em.
Oh, and good night, Miss Jhoni, wherever you are. I miss ya.
Monday, January 2, 2012
I think I'll start the New Year by plugging some remarkably talented people.
Tianna Hall One my favorites singing a song I thought karaoke hosting killed for me until now.
Tianna Hall - Creep
Also, it has come to my attention that Emily Volman has launched an exceptional podcast while I was all "woe is me" so I marathoned the four available episodes today: The Laughing with You Podcast! It's loads of fun! There's a link to it on the right hand side of this blog as well.
Speaking of Nashville: Mark Evitts is one heck of a "utility musician" and if you go to his website linked above, do yourself a favor and hit play on "Viology" Mesmerizing! I'd post it here directly but I can't figure out how.
I'll be back with alarming frequency in 2012. I hope you don't get too sick of me!