Sgt Rock moved carefully through the ruined farmhouse, returning to Easy Company from the command post. A slightly feral and very nasty grin was plastered on his face...And rightfully so. Easy Company had come all the way through North Africa, Sicily, Italy, D-Day, though France, and across the Rhine. Now, the final push was about to begin.
After collecting God knows how many dogtags off of men who'd died under his leadership, Sgt Rock was ready for the war to end. He knew that it wasn't won yet, but you could smell victory from here.
He gathered his squad leaders together to brief them.
"Intelligence says that our Mustangs have destroyed the last kraut armor and artillery in our sector, and now we're going to crush them flat. We attack in 60 minutes."
Ice Cream Soldier, the babyfaced corporal - the last man from his original platoon from stateside - looked at him skeptically.
"Intelligence says lots of things, Sarge."
"I've seen the aerial photos myself. They really are busted flat. Now get your asses in gear and get your men ready."
Ice Cream Soldier gave him an eager grin. It was nice having the enemy on the ropes, after all this time.
After a duration that seemed like hours, a flare went up and a whistle blew. Sgt Rock jumped out of his foxhole and ran forward howling...Drowned out by the howls of the men behind him.
Looking ahead, he saw Germans jumping out of their holes and fleeing.
"We've got them on the run, boys! Keep up the scare! We're not going to beat them, we're going to RUIN them!", he bellowed.
This was what life was all about. Fighting a truly evil enemy, fighting it hard, and then brutally crushing it.
"SARGE! SARGE! CEASE FIRE!"
Sgt Rock looked at his radio operator.
"What the hell...?", he began.
"Battalion is on the line", the kid shouted, "IT'S OVER! The Germans have announced an unconditional ceasefire! The war is over!"
Sgt Rock stopped and stood on the hilltop that the Germans had previously been occupying. He stood quietly, stock still.
"What does it mean?", asked Ice Cream Soldier.
Sgt Rock raised his Thompson submachine gun in the air, and stared up into the sky.
"It means...VICTORY!", he bellowed, and found himself being hoisted up into the air on his men's shoulders, as they all repeated that one word, over and over again, "VICTORY...VICTORY...VICTORY". Sgt Rock pumped his weapon in the air over and over again. It was like being born again. It was the finest moment of Sgt Rock's life. It was the finest moment in history. Nobody would EVER forget this day.
<tick tock>
The night shift attendant looked at the old man lying in his bed in the old folks home, feebly moving his right arm an inch or so into the air, tonelessly mumbling an unintelligible word to himself, over and over again. He glanced at his supervisor.
"What do you suppose...Mr Rock?...is thinking right now?"
"Who the fuck knows?", his supervisor sneered, "Just another old sack of bones waiting to die. They're all the same. Let's go have a smoke before the old geezer pisses himself again."
Oh, goddamn it.
:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Fuck me.
And the Truth will make you weep.
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 07:16:36 PM
:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Yeah, I feel bad for the attendants in that story.
Sgt Rock spends every day - in his head - reliving the one of the finest moments in history, one that he took part in, each time as if it were actually happening, fresh each time as if it had never happened before, over and over again.
The attendants change diapers and bedding for old people, every day, forever, never having the imagination to conceive of, let alone participate in, anything nearly as glorious.
Moral of the story: Be careful
who you feel sorry for.
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Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 07:16:36 PM
:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Yeah, I feel bad for the attendants in that story.
Sgt Rock spends every day - in his head - reliving the one of the finest moments in history, one that he took part in, each time as if it were actually happening, fresh each time as if it had never happened before, over and over again.
The attendants change diapers and bedding for old people, every day, forever, never having the imagination to conceive of, let alone participate in, anything nearly as glorious.
I know. And we have a country full of them. :x
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Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 07:16:36 PM
:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Yeah, I feel bad for the attendants in that story.
Sgt Rock spends every day - in his head - reliving the one of the finest moments in history, one that he took part in, each time as if it were actually happening, fresh each time as if it had never happened before, over and over again.
The attendants change diapers and bedding for old people, every day, forever, never having the imagination to conceive of, let alone participate in, anything nearly as glorious.
Moral of the story: Be careful who you feel sorry for.
Why pity them, though? Their choices brought them to that point.
Out with the old, in with the new! :x
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:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Yeah, I feel bad for the attendants in that story.
Sgt Rock spends every day - in his head - reliving the one of the finest moments in history, one that he took part in, each time as if it were actually happening, fresh each time as if it had never happened before, over and over again.
The attendants change diapers and bedding for old people, every day, forever, never having the imagination to conceive of, let alone participate in, anything nearly as glorious.
Moral of the story: Be careful who you feel sorry for.
Why pity them, though? Their choices brought them to that point.
Maybe. Or maybe circumstances never put them in a position to rise to the occasion. The WWII generation was tough as nails, having come through the depression, the dustbowl, and then the war...But had these things not occurred, they would have been every bit as complacent as the generations before and since.
This is kind of a moment for me. When I was a kid, way back in the year dot, I was surrounded by WWII vets, and thus Sgt Rock was my favorite comic. It didn't sugarcoat the war. It depicted the war as a brutal meatgrinder, with victory far from assured.
I've always wanted to write a Sgt Rock story, but until this morning - when I was daydreaming in yet another endless meeting - I couldn't think of anything that would do it justice. This hit me like a thunderbolt...The Sgt Rock series was cancelled without ever dealing with the end of the war, or anything that came after.
So this happened.
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:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Yeah, I feel bad for the attendants in that story.
Sgt Rock spends every day - in his head - reliving the one of the finest moments in history, one that he took part in, each time as if it were actually happening, fresh each time as if it had never happened before, over and over again.
The attendants change diapers and bedding for old people, every day, forever, never having the imagination to conceive of, let alone participate in, anything nearly as glorious.
Moral of the story: Be careful who you feel sorry for.
Why pity them, though? Their choices brought them to that point.
Maybe. Or maybe circumstances never put them in a position to rise to the occasion. The WWII generation was tough as nails, having come through the depression, the dustbowl, and then the war...But had these things not occurred, they would have been every bit as complacent as the generations before and since.
Don't you think there are still some pretty tough people out there? I do. Unfortunately the paper hangers have decided to give them bad labels.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 07:32:15 PM
This is kind of a moment for me. When I was a kid, way back in the year dot, I was surrounded by WWII vets, and thus Sgt Rock was my favorite comic. It didn't sugarcoat the war. It depicted the war as a brutal meatgrinder, with victory far from assured.
I've always wanted to write a Sgt Rock story, but until this morning - when I was daydreaming in yet another endless meeting - I couldn't think of anything that would do it justice. This hit me like a thunderbolt...The Sgt Rock series was cancelled without ever dealing with the end of the war, or anything that came after.
So this happened.
I was a fan as well. Hard men in a hard place day after day.
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Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 07:16:36 PM
:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Yeah, I feel bad for the attendants in that story.
Sgt Rock spends every day - in his head - reliving the one of the finest moments in history, one that he took part in, each time as if it were actually happening, fresh each time as if it had never happened before, over and over again.
The attendants change diapers and bedding for old people, every day, forever, never having the imagination to conceive of, let alone participate in, anything nearly as glorious.
Moral of the story: Be careful who you feel sorry for.
Why pity them, though? Their choices brought them to that point.
Maybe. Or maybe circumstances never put them in a position to rise to the occasion. The WWII generation was tough as nails, having come through the depression, the dustbowl, and then the war...But had these things not occurred, they would have been every bit as complacent as the generations before and since.
Don't you think there are still some pretty tough people out there? I do. Unfortunately the paper hangers have decided to give them bad labels.
Sure there are. But with the exceptions of the kids overseas - a much smaller percentage of the population - there hasn't been any fire to temper them. Just assurances that the government is "keeping them safe".
Safety is the enemy. It makes humans indolent. I'm not advocating war, of course, but I am advocating allowing a little more risk into peoples' lives. They've outlawed DODGEBALL in schools, for fuck's sake.
:cry:
Dammit now my fucking mascara is all over my face!!!
I think this one is my favorite.
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 07:20:09 PM
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 07:16:36 PM
:horrormittens:
:x :mittens:
Yeah, I feel bad for the attendants in that story.
Sgt Rock spends every day - in his head - reliving the one of the finest moments in history, one that he took part in, each time as if it were actually happening, fresh each time as if it had never happened before, over and over again.
The attendants change diapers and bedding for old people, every day, forever, never having the imagination to conceive of, let alone participate in, anything nearly as glorious.
Moral of the story: Be careful who you feel sorry for.
Why pity them, though? Their choices brought them to that point.
Maybe. Or maybe circumstances never put them in a position to rise to the occasion. The WWII generation was tough as nails, having come through the depression, the dustbowl, and then the war...But had these things not occurred, they would have been every bit as complacent as the generations before and since.
Don't you think there are still some pretty tough people out there? I do. Unfortunately the paper hangers have decided to give them bad labels.
Sure there are. But with the exceptions of the kids overseas - a much smaller percentage of the population - there hasn't been any fire to temper them. Just assurances that the government is "keeping them safe".
Safety is the enemy. It makes humans indolent. I'm not advocating war, of course, but I am advocating allowing a little more risk into peoples' lives. They've outlawed DODGEBALL in schools, for fuck's sake.
THIS. Fucking THIS.
Yes, it will be horrible, people will be hurt in mind and body, but we'll get better people out of it, and the kids will have more fun.
Great ending to the series too, and a fitting bit to add to the Mythos of Sgt. Rock.
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 07:49:52 PM
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Dammit now my fucking mascara is all over my face!!!
I think this one is my favorite.
I was all choked up writing it, to be honest...Both from childhood memories of Sgt Rock (it's hard to explain to anyone under 35 or so what an icon that character was), and because it made me think of my father's father, and of my great uncles on my mother's side, who went through all that.
Yet another one with serious sting, Roger. Good work.
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Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 07:33:40 PM
Don't you think there are still some pretty tough people out there? I do. Unfortunately the paper hangers have decided to give them bad labels.
Sure there are. But with the exceptions of the kids overseas - a much smaller percentage of the population - there hasn't been any fire to temper them. Just assurances that the government is "keeping them safe".
Safety is the enemy. It makes humans indolent. I'm not advocating war, of course, but I am advocating allowing a little more risk into peoples' lives. They've outlawed DODGEBALL in schools, for fuck's sake.
Jesus Christ, I fucking remember that. :x The last time I got to play dodgeball, real dodgeball with the proper red rubber balls, was the fourth grade. Mr. Vincent, my third-grade teacher who is at least partly responsible for my love of science to this day, was always one of the funniest, liveliest teachers I can remember, and he always played with the kids and made sure no one got
really hurt. There's probably a lot more to his story, but I distinctly remember him being much less happy and cheerful after they banned dodgeball. Wouldn't even nod and smile at me in the hallways anymore after a while.
Of course, it might also have something to do with canning recess. No one past third grade gets recess anymore, I don't think.
Quote from: Richter on January 07, 2011, 07:52:44 PM
Great ending to the series too, and a fitting bit to add to the Mythos of Sgt. Rock.
Thanks, Richter. That was my aim, but I didn't know if I could pull it off.
Quote from: Cainad on January 07, 2011, 07:54:32 PM
Of course, it might also have something to do with canning recess. No one past third grade gets recess anymore, I don't think.
Recess isn't
productive. It teaches kids that you set some time aside for fun, and that just won't do.
This one really speaks to the part of me that calls itself Discordian because people need strife to become better. The Greatest generation wasn't great because things were going great back then. They were great because of great upheaval.
Quote from: Sigmatic on January 07, 2011, 07:58:56 PM
This one really speaks to the part of me that calls itself Discordian because people need strife to become better. The Greatest generation wasn't great because things were going great back then. They were great because of great upheaval.
Hence the scene with the lesser men talking about Sgt Rock in the old folks home.
Am I to feel sorry for them?
I suppose I do. Just not much.
Quote from: Sigmatic on January 07, 2011, 08:03:06 PM
Am I to feel sorry for them?
I suppose I do. Just not much.
Look around you.
6 months before 911 occurred, I had mentioned to my mother that my generation had a sort of inferiority complex. Her parents' generation had won the war, and her generation had won the peace...Leaving my generation with no great challenges or obstacles. Her generation went to the moon, for Chrissakes.
Then 911 happened.
And my generation folded up into a fetal position and whimpered.
As an aside, and speaking as a kid who both got picked last and also got the snot beaten out of him whenever we were forced to play dogeball, fuck that shit.
Fucking assholes, every last one of those socially-approved bullies who tortured the arbitrary outcasts with their webs of shame, ridicule and violence. All in the name of "fun", of course.
LMNO
-never got over that one, apparently.
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Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 07:49:52 PM
:cry:
Dammit now my fucking mascara is all over my face!!!
I think this one is my favorite.
I was all choked up writing it, to be honest...Both from childhood memories of Sgt Rock (it's hard to explain to anyone under 35 or so what an icon that character was), and because it made me think of my father's father, and of my great uncles on my mother's side, who went through all that.
Exactly, I kept thinking of my grandfather, he was always so larger than life to me, one of my personal heroes.
Thanks for writing this. As somebody who does remember, I can tell you honestly, this whole series is spectacular, but this piece, pure gold!!!
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:07:02 PM
As an aside, and speaking as a kid who both got picked last and also got the snot beaten out of him whenever we were forced to play dogeball, fuck that shit.
Fucking assholes, every last one of those socially-approved bullies who tortured the arbitrary outcasts with their webs of shame, ridicule and violence. All in the name of "fun", of course.
LMNO
-never got over that one, apparently.
Quitcherwhining. Pussy.
I was frequently picked last (I was a SKINNY kid, and completely uncoordinated), but I loved dodgeball. I didn't care if I occasionally got PEGGED (you remember that), or if I got laughed at once in a while. I loved the game. It was far better than getting sneered at, as I missed one free throw after another when it was basketball time.
Also
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:07:02 PM
forced to play dogeball,
Is dogeball where you throw Italian aristocrats at each other? :lulz:
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Dammit now my fucking mascara is all over my face!!!
I think this one is my favorite.
I was all choked up writing it, to be honest...Both from childhood memories of Sgt Rock (it's hard to explain to anyone under 35 or so what an icon that character was), and because it made me think of my father's father, and of my great uncles on my mother's side, who went through all that.
Exactly, I kept thinking of my grandfather, he was always so larger than life to me, one of my personal heroes.
Thanks for writing this. As somebody who does remember, I can tell you honestly, this whole series is spectacular, but this piece, pure gold!!!
When I was a kid, they seemed like giants, because I was little.
Now they seem even bigger.
Motherfuck. We used to play dodgeball in gym class all the fucking time. And that was in high school. I only graduated in '07. Did they really get rid of motherfucking dodgeball!?
Phox,
Was also picked last, couldn't throw or catch, but goddamn it, had fun making a mockery of the game.
P.S.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:09:53 PM
I was frequently picked last (I was a SKINNY kid, and completely uncoordinated), but I loved dodgeball. I didn't care if I occasionally got PEGGED (you remember that), or if I got laughed at once in a while. I loved the game. It was far better than getting sneered at, as I missed one free throw after another when it was basketball time.
Fucking this.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:07:02 PM
As an aside, and speaking as a kid who both got picked last and also got the snot beaten out of him whenever we were forced to play dogeball, fuck that shit.
Fucking assholes, every last one of those socially-approved bullies who tortured the arbitrary outcasts with their webs of shame, ridicule and violence. All in the name of "fun", of course.
LMNO
-never got over that one, apparently.
You weren't allowed to not play? Shitty. I've had good and bad experiences with dodgeball, but I'm glad I got beaten sometimes.
[/jack]
So I've recognized the basic message of the OP for some time now. I realize that our hardships are as nothing to those who came before, and I try not to succumb to the delusion that my life is hard. Aside from moving to a pre-modern nation or becoming a soldier, what's a guy to do?
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
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Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 07:49:52 PM
:cry:
Dammit now my fucking mascara is all over my face!!!
I think this one is my favorite.
I was all choked up writing it, to be honest...Both from childhood memories of Sgt Rock (it's hard to explain to anyone under 35 or so what an icon that character was), and because it made me think of my father's father, and of my great uncles on my mother's side, who went through all that.
Exactly, I kept thinking of my grandfather, he was always so larger than life to me, one of my personal heroes.
Thanks for writing this. As somebody who does remember, I can tell you honestly, this whole series is spectacular, but this piece, pure gold!!!
When I was a kid, they seemed like giants, because I was little.
Now they seem even bigger.
Amen to that. My Uncle James McLeod survived the Battle of the Bulge as a machine gun sargent. My aunt still has the flag that was on his casket when he was buried. They named a road after him in Hazlehurst, Ga.
Dodgeball was the least annoying of the games they had us play in gym. At people were *supposed* to throw the ball at your head, instead of just doing it anyway in basketball.
Quote from: Sigmatic on January 07, 2011, 08:13:27 PM
So I've recognized the basic message of the OP for some time now. I realize that our hardships are as nothing to those who came before, and I try not to succumb to the delusion that my life is hard. Aside from moving to a pre-modern nation or becoming a soldier, what's a guy to do?
I'd say help build a nation, character-wise, that's worthy of the greatest generation's accomplishments.
By that I mean be the example of the proper citizen. Don't take any shit. Be what the "Good Americans"
hate to see.
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:13:53 PM
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&expIds=17259,18167,27846,28049&sugexp=ldymls&xhr=t&q=James+mcleod+blvd/hazlehurst,+ga&cp=32&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=James+McLeod+Rd,+Hazlehurst,+GA+31539&gl=us&ei=snQnTa2cCYOB8gb0pqH0AQ&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBcQ8gEwAA
Damn, found it on the internet.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:18:27 PM
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&expIds=17259,18167,27846,28049&sugexp=ldymls&xhr=t&q=James+mcleod+blvd/hazlehurst,+ga&cp=32&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=James+McLeod+Rd,+Hazlehurst,+GA+31539&gl=us&ei=snQnTa2cCYOB8gb0pqH0AQ&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBcQ8gEwAA
Damn, found it on the internet.
Blocked. What is it?
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Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:18:27 PM
http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&expIds=17259,18167,27846,28049&sugexp=ldymls&xhr=t&q=James+mcleod+blvd/hazlehurst,+ga&cp=32&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=James+McLeod+Rd,+Hazlehurst,+GA+31539&gl=us&ei=snQnTa2cCYOB8gb0pqH0AQ&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CBcQ8gEwAA
Damn, found it on the internet.
Blocked. What is it?
A map showing James McLeod road, in Hazlehurst.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:18:11 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:13:53 PM
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
My great uncle Paul, a man who inspired me to be the best goddamn person I could be, and the kindest most gentle person I ever had the pleasure of meeting, served in the Navy in World War 2. I didn't know that fact until after he died. The fact he never mentioned it, unlike my father, who brings up his tenure as a Marine at any opportunity, struck me as being worthy of respect. He was the only WW2 veteran I knew. :sad:
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:13:53 PM
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
And I was the primary target for every bully in school from 3rd grade through 9th grade. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is the entirety of my life in Long Island.
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Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
And I was the primary target for every bully in school from 3rd grade through 9th grade. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is the entirety of my life in Long Island.
The only people I ever bullied was the bullies.
Stories written after his death helped create the fictional legends of Davy Crockett. One description claimed that he could "run faster, jump higher, squat lower, dive deeper, stay under longer, and come out drier than any man in the whole country."
edited to add the stolen quote. :)
I was a loser in elementary school, but I loved the games.
Roger, I think this was a really good final part to the five. I don't personally know the character like I did the superheroes, but this was very powerful.
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Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
And I was the primary target for every bully in school from 3rd grade through 9th grade. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is the entirety of my life in Long Island.
The only people I ever bullied was the bullies.
My daughter is like that. She's absurdly strong for a freshman, and scares the shit out of everyone at her school...But she reserves her penchant for brawling for bullies. She hates seeing the strong abuse the weak.
I'm more than a little proud of her.
Quote from: Epimetheus on January 07, 2011, 08:39:18 PM
I was a loser in elementary school, but I loved the games.
Roger, I think this was a really good final part to the five. I don't personally know the character like I did the superheroes, but this was very powerful.
I'm not done with this series. I mean, I'm done writing it, but you'll see it again. I'm rewriting it in panel format, and I have just the artist to do it, chomping at the bit for a story.
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Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:18:11 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:13:53 PM
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
And I was the primary target for every bully in school from 3rd grade through 9th grade. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is the entirety of my life in Long Island.
The only people I ever bullied was the bullies.
My daughter is like that. She's absurdly strong for a freshman, and scares the shit out of everyone at her school...But she reserves her penchant for brawling for bullies. She hates seeing the strong abuse the weak.
I'm more than a little proud of her.
I suspect that like me, she was taught that way.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:41:48 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:40:20 PM
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Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:34:27 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:30:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:18:11 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:13:53 PM
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
And I was the primary target for every bully in school from 3rd grade through 9th grade. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is the entirety of my life in Long Island.
The only people I ever bullied was the bullies.
My daughter is like that. She's absurdly strong for a freshman, and scares the shit out of everyone at her school...But she reserves her penchant for brawling for bullies. She hates seeing the strong abuse the weak.
I'm more than a little proud of her.
I suspect that like me, she was taught that way.
Actually, all I ever did was try to treat her fairly, and not lean on her too much.
When you're used to fairness, injustice can be infuriating.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:42:59 PM
When you're used to fairness, injustice can be infuriating.
That is very true.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:41:26 PM
Quote from: Epimetheus on January 07, 2011, 08:39:18 PM
I was a loser in elementary school, but I loved the games.
Roger, I think this was a really good final part to the five. I don't personally know the character like I did the superheroes, but this was very powerful.
I'm not done with this series. I mean, I'm done writing it, but you'll see it again. I'm rewriting it in panel format, and I have just the artist to do it, chomping at the bit for a story.
Cool!
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:42:59 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:41:48 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:40:20 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:36:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:34:27 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:30:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:18:11 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:13:53 PM
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
And I was the primary target for every bully in school from 3rd grade through 9th grade. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is the entirety of my life in Long Island.
The only people I ever bullied was the bullies.
My daughter is like that. She's absurdly strong for a freshman, and scares the shit out of everyone at her school...But she reserves her penchant for brawling for bullies. She hates seeing the strong abuse the weak.
I'm more than a little proud of her.
I suspect that like me, she was taught that way.
Actually, all I ever did was try to treat her fairly, and not lean on her too much.
When you're used to fairness, injustice can be infuriating.
Like I said, she was taught that way. :)
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:40:20 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:36:25 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:34:27 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 08:30:14 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:18:11 PM
Quote from: LMNO, PhD on January 07, 2011, 08:13:53 PM
Sorry for the derail. I know you were talking about danger, and not about school-sanctioned caste enforcement. I just knee-jerked.
S'okay. Dodgeball is an amazingly sensitive subject, both directions. People either loved it or hated it, usually for the same reasons.
I was a jock I guess.
I could throw harder, run faster, jump higher, dive deeper and come up drier than any kid on the playground.
And I was the primary target for every bully in school from 3rd grade through 9th grade. Which, perhaps coincidentally, is the entirety of my life in Long Island.
The only people I ever bullied was the bullies.
My daughter is like that. She's absurdly strong for a freshman, and scares the shit out of everyone at her school...But she reserves her penchant for brawling for bullies. She hates seeing the strong abuse the weak.
I'm more than a little proud of her.
Hell, I'm 35 and she intimidated me. I wouldn't fuck with her.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:10:31 PM
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
You don't get a say in the matter!
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
:oops:
I have a few heroes left. I even have some new ones. Julian Assange comes to mind...He's the closest thing to Spider Jerusalem we'll ever see.
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:10:31 PM
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
You're a good man, Charley. One of the best I've never met. Roger, too. I think you two are more worthy of admiration and respect than almost any comic book hero.
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Like I said, I don't consider Rock's fate in this to be the tragedy of the story. He gets to have that one perfect moment for the rest of his life.
What made this concept fairly easy was that Sgt Rock was in an eternal war. The issues would jump from Africa to Italy to France, back to Africa, etc, wherever the story happened to be. Beetle Bailey spent 50 years in basic training, but Sgt Rock spent 38 years in combat.
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 09:18:11 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:10:31 PM
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
You're a good man, Charley. One of the best I've never met. Roger, too. I think you two are more worthy of admiration and respect than almost any comic book hero.
:oops:
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
I know about Patton, what about him?
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
Naw. Rock was the eternal NCO. The Roman legions probably had centurions like him.
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:20:52 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
I know about Patton, what about him?
He was a twisted, genius, mans man hero. And he was shoved under the carpet and forgotten once he no longer had any use. And he was a winner.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:18:25 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Like I said, I don't consider Rock's fate in this to be the tragedy of the story. He gets to have that one perfect moment for the rest of his life.
What made this concept fairly easy was that Sgt Rock was in an eternal war. The issues would jump from Africa to Italy to France, back to Africa, etc, wherever the story happened to be. Beetle Bailey spent 50 years in basic training, but Sgt Rock spent 38 years in combat.
I seem to remember reading somewhere that the writer said Rock died on the last day of the war, shot by the last bullet fired.
And, yeah, I agree Rock's story isn't tragic here... I just meant that those fucks who worked at the old folk's home, there probably are creeps like that, sadly.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:23:14 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:20:52 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
I know about Patton, what about him?
He was a twisted, genius, mans man hero. And he was shoved under the carpet and forgotten once he no longer had any use. And he was a winner.
I don't see how that's applicable here.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:21:16 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
Naw. Rock was the eternal NCO. The Roman legions probably had centurions like him.
And IRL after the war he would have been tossed on the trash heap. Right along with all the others.
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:23:57 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:23:14 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:20:52 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
I know about Patton, what about him?
He was a twisted, genius, mans man hero. And he was shoved under the carpet and forgotten once he no longer had any use. And he was a winner.
I don't see how that's applicable here.
I think the pattern would have been the same if they had allowed us to see him win.
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:23:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:18:25 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Like I said, I don't consider Rock's fate in this to be the tragedy of the story. He gets to have that one perfect moment for the rest of his life.
What made this concept fairly easy was that Sgt Rock was in an eternal war. The issues would jump from Africa to Italy to France, back to Africa, etc, wherever the story happened to be. Beetle Bailey spent 50 years in basic training, but Sgt Rock spent 38 years in combat.
I seem to remember reading somewhere that the writer said Rock died on the last day of the war, shot by the last bullet fired.
And, yeah, I agree Rock's story isn't tragic here... I just meant that those fucks who worked at the old folk's home, there probably are creeps like that, sadly.
One of the two creators has him killed in that manner. The other had him survive, and wrote no end of ridiculous superhero shit about him.
But nobody showed the end of the war. I decided he lived, because sometimes there has to be a happy ending.
Lastly, only the supervisor was a shithead. The attendant at least had the imagination to wonder what a 95+ year old man might be dreaming about.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:24:31 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:21:16 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
Naw. Rock was the eternal NCO. The Roman legions probably had centurions like him.
And IRL after the war he would have been tossed on the trash heap. Right along with all the others.
Most of the WWII vets did very well after the war. It wasn't like after WWI or Vietnam.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:25:14 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:23:57 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:23:14 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:20:52 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
I know about Patton, what about him?
He was a twisted, genius, mans man hero. And he was shoved under the carpet and forgotten once he no longer had any use. And he was a winner.
I don't see how that's applicable here.
I think the pattern would have been the same if they had allowed us to see him win.
Well sure, but it needn't have gone farther than what Roger presented in the first part of his story... freeze frame on "VICTORY!"
I've heard conspiracy theories that Patton was murdered and the "accident" was no such thing.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:28:42 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:24:31 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:21:16 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:15:58 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Google Patton.
Naw. Rock was the eternal NCO. The Roman legions probably had centurions like him.
And IRL after the war he would have been tossed on the trash heap. Right along with all the others.
Most of the WWII vets did very well after the war. It wasn't like after WWI or Vietnam.
Yeah, sorry, I just get bitter once in a while. Men like Rock terrified lesser men.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:28:03 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:23:20 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:18:25 PM
Quote from: Hoopla on January 07, 2011, 09:14:25 PM
I loved this piece, Roger. It is sadly mostly likely what would happen if Rock had been a real person. Its a crime of literature that we were denied seeing Rock win.
Like I said, I don't consider Rock's fate in this to be the tragedy of the story. He gets to have that one perfect moment for the rest of his life.
What made this concept fairly easy was that Sgt Rock was in an eternal war. The issues would jump from Africa to Italy to France, back to Africa, etc, wherever the story happened to be. Beetle Bailey spent 50 years in basic training, but Sgt Rock spent 38 years in combat.
I seem to remember reading somewhere that the writer said Rock died on the last day of the war, shot by the last bullet fired.
And, yeah, I agree Rock's story isn't tragic here... I just meant that those fucks who worked at the old folk's home, there probably are creeps like that, sadly.
One of the two creators has him killed in that manner. The other had him survive, and wrote no end of ridiculous superhero shit about him.
But nobody showed the end of the war. I decided he lived, because sometimes there has to be a happy ending.
Lastly, only the supervisor was a shithead. The attendant at least had the imagination to wonder what a 95+ year old man might be dreaming about.
Point.
And yes, I remember a Brave and Bold with Rock. I have no idea what they were thinking.
Am I imagining that it was once said that Rock was a descendant of Jonah Hex? Now I'm doubting it even as I type this... oh well, "post".
Anyone besides me remember the old TV show "Combat" ?
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 09:18:11 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:10:31 PM
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
You're a good man, Charley. One of the best I've never met. Roger, too. I think you two are more worthy of admiration and respect than almost any comic book hero.
I like to think I carried my weight in Panama and Desert Storm, but mostly I remember being more confused than anything else. Von Clausewitz wrote about "the fog of war", but it's really impossible to describe the pandemonium that afflicts even the winning side to anyone who hasn't seen it first hand. Not talking about carnage, here, you can see that at any car wreck. I'm referring to the inherently chaotic environment created when you make tens of thousands of men act against their nature all at once.
That's why successful armies are those that train constantly, and allow a great deal of latitude to all ranks...It's impossible to control a campaign or even a battle. It's up to the men on the ground to take initiative when an opportunity presents itself, because the confusion is so great that those opportunities only last minutes or hours, not days.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:40:17 PM
Anyone besides me remember the old TV show "Combat" ?
My father used to watch it all the time. I am not completely familiar, though I do remember a few episodes in some detail. I was particularly fond of one where the guest star was being accused of shooting himself in the leg to get sent home.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:40:17 PM
Anyone besides me remember the old TV show "Combat" ?
Vaguely. My childhood was spent around a bunch of Canadian WWII vets, who didn't want me watching that sort of thing, in case I got ideas about glory and shit like that.
Which of course
guaranteed that I'd run off to join the infantry.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:43:06 PM
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 09:18:11 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:10:31 PM
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
You're a good man, Charley. One of the best I've never met. Roger, too. I think you two are more worthy of admiration and respect than almost any comic book hero.
I like to think I carried my weight in Panama and Desert Storm, but mostly I remember being more confused than anything else. Von Clausewitz wrote about "the fog of war", but it's really impossible to describe the pandemonium that afflicts even the winning side to anyone who hasn't seen it first hand. Not talking about carnage, here, you can see that at any car wreck. I'm referring to the inherently chaotic environment created when you make tens of thousands of men act against their nature all at once.
That's why successful armies are those that train constantly, and allow a great deal of latitude to all ranks...It's impossible to control a campaign or even a battle. It's up to the men on the ground to take initiative when an opportunity presents itself, because the confusion is so great that those opportunities only last minutes or hours, not days.
My military career was short and unremarkable.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:44:41 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:40:17 PM
Anyone besides me remember the old TV show "Combat" ?
Vaguely. My childhood was spent around a bunch of Canadian WWII vets, who didn't want me watching that sort of thing, in case I got ideas about glory and shit like that.
Which of course guaranteed that I'd run off to join the infantry.
I loved that show and The Rat patrol. Combat starred Vic Marrow.
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:43:06 PM
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 09:18:11 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:10:31 PM
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
You're a good man, Charley. One of the best I've never met. Roger, too. I think you two are more worthy of admiration and respect than almost any comic book hero.
I like to think I carried my weight in Panama and Desert Storm, but mostly I remember being more confused than anything else. Von Clausewitz wrote about "the fog of war", but it's really impossible to describe the pandemonium that afflicts even the winning side to anyone who hasn't seen it first hand. Not talking about carnage, here, you can see that at any car wreck. I'm referring to the inherently chaotic environment created when you make tens of thousands of men act against their nature all at once.
That's why successful armies are those that train constantly, and allow a great deal of latitude to all ranks...It's impossible to control a campaign or even a battle. It's up to the men on the ground to take initiative when an opportunity presents itself, because the confusion is so great that those opportunities only last minutes or hours, not days.
I think I've learned more from the both of you (Roger and Charley) in my adult life than anyone else. Hell I followed Roger halfway around the internet before I got here and Charley we found out we went back further than we knew via MW and EF. It's just that both of you have made me think, not by belittling me or telling me just how wrong I am (even when I probably was) but by giving it to me straight and showing me where your point came from. So yeah you're two of my heroes whether you like it or not dammit!!! :argh!:
So if you both are able to do that for me because of who, what and where you have been. There you have what it takes to make a man a hero!
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 10:46:26 PM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 09:43:06 PM
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 09:18:11 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 09:10:31 PM
Quote from: Niamh on January 07, 2011, 09:05:50 PM
You know, another side effect of this series is I realize, all my heroes are gone.
Well except for you Roger and Charley.
I am no hero. Never have been.
You're a good man, Charley. One of the best I've never met. Roger, too. I think you two are more worthy of admiration and respect than almost any comic book hero.
I like to think I carried my weight in Panama and Desert Storm, but mostly I remember being more confused than anything else. Von Clausewitz wrote about "the fog of war", but it's really impossible to describe the pandemonium that afflicts even the winning side to anyone who hasn't seen it first hand. Not talking about carnage, here, you can see that at any car wreck. I'm referring to the inherently chaotic environment created when you make tens of thousands of men act against their nature all at once.
That's why successful armies are those that train constantly, and allow a great deal of latitude to all ranks...It's impossible to control a campaign or even a battle. It's up to the men on the ground to take initiative when an opportunity presents itself, because the confusion is so great that those opportunities only last minutes or hours, not days.
I think I've learned more from the both of you (Roger and Charley) in my adult life than anyone else. Hell I followed Roger halfway around the internet before I got here and Charley we found out we went back further than we knew via MW and EF. It's just that both of you have made me think, not by belittling me or telling me just how wrong I am (even when I probably was) but by giving it to me straight and showing me where your point came from. So yeah you're two of my heroes whether you like it or not dammit!!! :argh!:
So if you both are able to do that for me because of who, what and where you have been. There you have what it takes to make a man a hero!
:oops:
Damn.
I would like to add that you both have a James Bond-like ability to charm the pants off girls half your ages. :wink:
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 11:05:51 PM
I would like to add that you both have a James Bond-like ability to charm the pants off girls half your ages. :wink:
:oops:
Roger, I'm going to let you answer this one.
:oops:
Terri says it's because neither of you know me IRL. :lulz:
She does keep me grounded.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 11:14:02 PM
Terri says it's because neither of you know me IRL. :lulz:
She does keep me grounded.
Bah. My pants are already off, so it doesn't matter. :lulz:
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 11:18:59 PM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 11:14:02 PM
Terri says it's because neither of you know me IRL. :lulz:
She does keep me grounded.
Bah. My pants are already off, so it doesn't matter. :lulz:
:lulz:
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 11:05:51 PM
I would like to add that you both have a James Bond-like ability to charm the pants off girls half your ages. :wink:
BUT I DON'T WANT THE PANCE. I WANT WHAT'S INSIDA PANCE! :argh!:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 11:53:47 PM
Quote from: Doktor Phox on January 07, 2011, 11:05:51 PM
I would like to add that you both have a James Bond-like ability to charm the pants off girls half your ages. :wink:
BUT I DON'T WANT THE PANCE. I WANT WHAT'S INSIDA PANCE! :argh!:
TOO BAD! :evil:
I thought this was the perfect ending. I'm unfamiliar with Rock, but I really liked that last, pre-nursing home scene.
:mittens:
Look forward to seeing the panels that result.
Quote from: Hover Cat on January 08, 2011, 12:20:03 AM
I thought this was the perfect ending. I'm unfamiliar with Rock, but I really liked that last, pre-nursing home scene.
:mittens:
Look forward to seeing the panels that result.
Yeah, well, bummer. It occurred to me on the drive home that this whole series has dealt with copyrighted characters, and the chance of getting permission to use them is precisely zero.
:crankey:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 08, 2011, 12:49:35 AM
Quote from: Hover Cat on January 08, 2011, 12:20:03 AM
I thought this was the perfect ending. I'm unfamiliar with Rock, but I really liked that last, pre-nursing home scene.
:mittens:
Look forward to seeing the panels that result.
Yeah, well, bummer. It occurred to me on the drive home that this whole series has dealt with copyrighted characters, and the chance of getting permission to use them is precisely zero.
:crankey:
You could create expies and use those instead, possibly expanding it all into a larger storyline encompassing them all. It may lose a bit of the intended effect, but then again it might not. After all, it worked pretty well for Alan Moore.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 11:14:02 PM
Terri says it's because neither of you know me IRL. :lulz:
She does keep me grounded.
which is why she is and always has been on my honorable mention list! I love you guys. Gimme a month and I'll be on your doorstep, gifts of alcohol in hand!!! XOXO
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 08, 2011, 12:49:35 AM
Quote from: Hover Cat on January 08, 2011, 12:20:03 AM
I thought this was the perfect ending. I'm unfamiliar with Rock, but I really liked that last, pre-nursing home scene.
:mittens:
Look forward to seeing the panels that result.
Yeah, well, bummer. It occurred to me on the drive home that this whole series has dealt with copyrighted characters, and the chance of getting permission to use them is precisely zero.
:crankey:
You could always just stick it up on the net free of charge. They'll still make you take it down once it gets enough attention (pretty much anybody but Marvel and DC wouldn't care, but those two were nuts even before one of them got bought by Disney), but by that point copies will have been made, and you could get a bit of attention from the Streisand effect.
Quote from: Niamh on January 08, 2011, 01:31:57 AM
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 07, 2011, 11:14:02 PM
Terri says it's because neither of you know me IRL. :lulz:
She does keep me grounded.
which is why she is and always has been on my honorable mention list! I love you guys. Gimme a month and I'll be on your doorstep, gifts of alcohol in hand!!! XOXO
Cool! Look forward to it.
Quote from: Requia ☣ on January 08, 2011, 09:59:56 AM
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 08, 2011, 12:49:35 AM
Quote from: Hover Cat on January 08, 2011, 12:20:03 AM
I thought this was the perfect ending. I'm unfamiliar with Rock, but I really liked that last, pre-nursing home scene.
:mittens:
Look forward to seeing the panels that result.
Yeah, well, bummer. It occurred to me on the drive home that this whole series has dealt with copyrighted characters, and the chance of getting permission to use them is precisely zero.
:crankey:
You could always just stick it up on the net free of charge. They'll still make you take it down once it gets enough attention (pretty much anybody but Marvel and DC wouldn't care, but those two were nuts even before one of them got bought by Disney), but by that point copies will have been made, and you could get a bit of attention from the Streisand effect.
Attention doesn't pay for my time. It also doesn't go well in a portfolio.
Some tricksy name changes would serve you well.
Quote from: Charley Brown on January 08, 2011, 06:34:57 PM
Some tricksy name changes would serve you well.
Defeats the point.
That sucks Dok. That really sucks.
:x + :mittens:
I know it was said before. But fuck. It's like a snapshot of my dad in five years, when the Alzheimers has wiped away his lucidity and the hospital attendants have no idea that the frail old man was once a looming presence with a booming voice; a war hero who commanded respect from generals and terrified his daughters' suitors.
Some posts I save up for reading when I have the time and mind for
really reading them, and this is one of those, and I'm glad I did.
However, this comment actually struck me even harder than the OP:
Quote from: The Good Reverend Roger on January 07, 2011, 08:06:13 PM6 months before 911 occurred, I had mentioned to my mother that my generation had a sort of inferiority complex. Her parents' generation had won the war, and her generation had won the peace...Leaving my generation with no great challenges or obstacles. Her generation went to the moon, for Chrissakes.
Then 911 happened.
And my generation folded up into a fetal position and whimpered.
Both of them, great writing, Roger.
:mittens:
Too bad you can't make them into a comic like you originally wanted, but seeing that the only way to do it would be anonymous and for free, I can see how it may not be worth the effort, much.
(Maybe one other option though, if you don't require the high quality "professional", "comic book hero" style of drawing, somebody talented enough, preferably somebody with a Wacom tablet, could probably finish a bunch of pages within a few hours, add some simple digital effects (stock photographs as backgrounds, etc), and it'd be *something*, more simplistic cartoonesque characters, but the most important bit is capturing the facial expression just right)
((
*notes on his todo list* BUY A FUCKING WACOM -- seriously so much stuff I haven't gotten around to re-acquiring since that fire two fucking years ago ... ))
thanks, I really enjoyed reading this. :mittens:
Bump... Just 'cause I love this.