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It has been five months since my last post so let me once again bombard you with prattlings as regard myself. I know it to be bad blog form to write only of oneself and I will endeavor, dear readers, to remedy that as I can. For less egocentricity I suggest my twitter feed where I am more apt to post things of more general interest.
Today I would like to plug a few projects. First in line is Our Fair City, the "Campy, Post Apocalyptic Radio Epic for the Internet" Which I have been helping to write for roughly a year and a half. Season one is well underway with 7 episodes available for you perusal. I am particularly pleased with this season as the tiny subplot I developed early in the project has blossomed into the main through line of this season. Season two in in it's second drafts so I look forward to annoying you about it come this autumn.
Captain Frobisher has made a few strides this year. I have put up a respectable facebook "fan" page. I have been trying to build up visitorship and content and hope to use it to generate bookings/ justify building a standalone page. My total booking schedule so far for the year.
May 14-15, Janesville Renaissance Fair
July 9- September 5, Bristol Renaissance Faire
October 4-5, Stronghold Olde English Faire
I am still keeping my ears open for more opportunities so we shall see what else opens up. The Captain will also be appearing in an episode of Gamer Chick which we will be shooting for in two weeks.
So, that's all I've got. Thank you to everyone who follows my prattling on facebook, twitter and extra bonus points if you actually read this via my blogger page. I hope that I can continue to be amusing even if only in 140 characters or less.
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Monday, January 03, 2011
a non retrospective new year post
I thought, just for novelty's sake, I'd try writing a post for the new year without trying to quantify the year I just had. The year was good, don't get me wrong but I think if you're likely to read these words you are also likely to have heard about the notable events of 2010. The question now becomes what does 2011 have in store? Tab and I will be cleaning and overhauling our apartment for the next month once I get back from Winter Wonderland. Once that is done we hope to host more events. Likely either a meeting of our book club or a tea party to kick it all off.
I also hope to successfully apply for full time admission to a library science masters program. With any luck I'll get in for the fall of 2011.
For those who know me as Captain Frobisher I will be returning to the streets of Bristol and Strongholde this year. Frobie may be making an appearance in the upcoming season of Gamer Chick. I am looking for other bookings as well so it should be a good year on the performance side of things.
Most of all I am looking forward to building a life with Tab. For once we will have our the time to make our plans and choices for ourselves alone. Having Heather leave is going to have a toll. It is going to be a trying time for everyone but the time has come for change and I am excited by the promise of it all.
I also hope to successfully apply for full time admission to a library science masters program. With any luck I'll get in for the fall of 2011.
For those who know me as Captain Frobisher I will be returning to the streets of Bristol and Strongholde this year. Frobie may be making an appearance in the upcoming season of Gamer Chick. I am looking for other bookings as well so it should be a good year on the performance side of things.
Most of all I am looking forward to building a life with Tab. For once we will have our the time to make our plans and choices for ourselves alone. Having Heather leave is going to have a toll. It is going to be a trying time for everyone but the time has come for change and I am excited by the promise of it all.
Monday, November 08, 2010
The Golden Falafel cont.
The streets of Istanbul were unlike anything Frobisher had ever been forced to deal with in a long career of exploring even in his rare visits to landlocked cities he had never been in a city so crammed with humanity. The most pressing sense was that of the immensity of activity going on all about. A sussurous of conversations, crafts, animals and seemingly without end; the sizzling of food. This truly was the largest city in all the world. No wonder then that it should be the envy of the continentals. If only they had held this would still be the greatest bastion of Christendom. He was almost tempted to lead his men on an assault from within the city's legendary walls. Surely there was a reason his ship had appeared without any reason or warning in two strange warm lands. Perhaps there might be some clues in this mysterious land as to the enigma or their transportation. More importantly, perhaps there was some profit to be made of this uncanny occurrence.
Frobisher, being somewhat worldly made way easily through the crowded streets of Istanbul here stoppng to admire the quilting of an arming jerkin, there to inspect an ancient sword hilt patinating in the presence of so much material wafting in the afternoon breezes.. Meanwhile, cabin boy followed in his wake nervously making apologies and clumsily returning items to their original places. The music of the city kept all in order. The heartbeat of the people dictated a nervous calm.
From across the din came one small miraculous noise. "Falafel!" came a sweet call. "finest golden falafel!" the world seemed to pause as Frobisher wheeled about reaching for the front of cabin boy's doublet.
"Did you hear that?" he asked with a wild grin. "An English speaking woman who has food." he made a decisive gesture across the face of a bystander who ducked just in time. "land ho!"
If you are still reading, thank you. As my penance for missing the past few days writing I have elected to allow you, my audience, to force phrases upon me. Any single phrase left in the comments of the blog posts at www.twaberry.blogspot.com will be inserted and somehow justified. Thank you to those who have submitted along the way. I try to use as much as I am given.
Frobisher, being somewhat worldly made way easily through the crowded streets of Istanbul here stoppng to admire the quilting of an arming jerkin, there to inspect an ancient sword hilt patinating in the presence of so much material wafting in the afternoon breezes.. Meanwhile, cabin boy followed in his wake nervously making apologies and clumsily returning items to their original places. The music of the city kept all in order. The heartbeat of the people dictated a nervous calm.
From across the din came one small miraculous noise. "Falafel!" came a sweet call. "finest golden falafel!" the world seemed to pause as Frobisher wheeled about reaching for the front of cabin boy's doublet.
"Did you hear that?" he asked with a wild grin. "An English speaking woman who has food." he made a decisive gesture across the face of a bystander who ducked just in time. "land ho!"
If you are still reading, thank you. As my penance for missing the past few days writing I have elected to allow you, my audience, to force phrases upon me. Any single phrase left in the comments of the blog posts at www.twaberry.blogspot.com will be inserted and somehow justified. Thank you to those who have submitted along the way. I try to use as much as I am given.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
The Golden Falafel
The ship's walls pulled in close to the machine and the trio standing around it. the planks all about squealed and protested against the strain until they seemed close to bursting with the pressure before just as suddenly as it had began the pressure abated. The ship and men exhaled as one and Frobisher, this time with Hawser and Cabin boy at his back stepped out onto the deck.
The scene which greeted him was, once again, inexplicable. All about were buildings packed close together with arches connecting them and aquifers running from side to side supplying the metropolis with water and shade. This is not to say that water seemed in short supply. Fountains were abundant and the city terminated on three sides at the edge of the sea with ports and quays waving out into the blue like tentacles of some mighty squid. People with olive skin bustled around the streets carrying exotic looking wares. Lording above it all was a cathedral of immense size.
"What is this place?" Cabin boy managed to squeak out.
"There's only one place in the world it could be." Frobisher responded with almost the same amount of wonder. "Constantinople. Which would make that the Sea of Marmera," he began while pointing to the south, "and that" he pivoted 180 degrees "Would be the Black Sea."
"It's just like in The Incredible Life and Times of The Imaginative Sir Shprentzel." Cabin boy added.
"Be that as it may, Cabin boy, it puts us very squarely not in Meta Incognita, again. Hawser, explain this."
"Beggin' yer pardon Cap'n but I not sure a-as how I could." he stammered, clearly both confused and excited.
"What exactly is this thing you have built?" Frobisher asked, still scanning the horizon. "I will remind you that it is most certainly not a pinnace, which is what I asked you for."
"A-as you say Cap'n. I don't rightly know though." In exasperation he went to lean against the wall of the rear castle knocking a number of planks from it. "We did that sweep transition right after you had us open the plans so alls I remember is openin' the papers, noticin' how curious they was and then Bob an' me were sawing and warping wood for a bit. All of the end bit musta' got lost in editin' cause next I knew we was near the straight and the thing was done." Hawser said before looking almost ashamed to have done so.
"Hawser," Frobisher began, "I am going to pretend I did not hear that. As are you, Cabin boy."
"Aye Captain." Cabin boy responded quickly.
"We are not going to speak of this again. Now fix that fourth wall. I am going into the city."
"Captain!" came a cry from the rail. Several sailors were standing, looking over the edge with concerned expressions. "There's a man here, looks like he wants to speak with ye." Said the brighter of the group, the sail maker. "Seems angry."
"Huzzah," the captain said flatly under his breath before making his way across the deck. As he reached the edge more important than the irate looking Saracen was the collapsed timbers, plaster, cloth and other assorted materials which had appeared all around the hull. This, of course, explained the fine view they had gained of the city from above. He turned back to the sailors. "Men, remember, these turks do not speak proper English and will not understand our Christian customs. So once I have gotten rid of this chap you are all on leave for the day. Enjoy the brothels I hear they were amazing during the crusades." He then turned back to the rail and leapt over the side. The man standing there was gesticulating heavily at the ship and the remains in which it was lodged. He spoke quickly in Greek which Frobisher did not even begin to listen to. "We are not here to invade!" He said slowly and loudly. "We will remove the ship in the morning." The man looked at him with mounting fury. He continued to shout and gesture to which the captain simply nodded making "mm-hmm" noises. "We really aren't getting anywhere this way are we?" The man was only getting angrier. In a moment of exasperation Frobisher, mighty commander of the northern seas, pointed to something behind the enraged Constantinoplian causing him to turn before delivering him a blow to the back of his head so hard that he was thrown to the small terrace on the next level down leaving his hat on the ground at Frobisher's feet. "Let that be a lesson to you Cabin boy," he said without looking at the young man who had just dropped down next to him. "it's very therapeutic. When life gives you lemons, punch someone in the face."
"Meanwhile, captain, something smells tasty." Cabin boy said, tugging at his collar in discomfort. The taller man took a deep breath through his nose.
"I concur. Smells like golden brown falafel. What do you say we find out how these Muslims like our money?"
There's part three. You'll have to take my word that they are in the year 1329. It becomes more apparent soon. For part four I would like to be more abstract. Let us have two nouns and a verb. Cheers for all of the submissions. Special thanks to Sarah Moore whose suggestions won.
The scene which greeted him was, once again, inexplicable. All about were buildings packed close together with arches connecting them and aquifers running from side to side supplying the metropolis with water and shade. This is not to say that water seemed in short supply. Fountains were abundant and the city terminated on three sides at the edge of the sea with ports and quays waving out into the blue like tentacles of some mighty squid. People with olive skin bustled around the streets carrying exotic looking wares. Lording above it all was a cathedral of immense size.
"What is this place?" Cabin boy managed to squeak out.
"There's only one place in the world it could be." Frobisher responded with almost the same amount of wonder. "Constantinople. Which would make that the Sea of Marmera," he began while pointing to the south, "and that" he pivoted 180 degrees "Would be the Black Sea."
"It's just like in The Incredible Life and Times of The Imaginative Sir Shprentzel." Cabin boy added.
"Be that as it may, Cabin boy, it puts us very squarely not in Meta Incognita, again. Hawser, explain this."
"Beggin' yer pardon Cap'n but I not sure a-as how I could." he stammered, clearly both confused and excited.
"What exactly is this thing you have built?" Frobisher asked, still scanning the horizon. "I will remind you that it is most certainly not a pinnace, which is what I asked you for."
"A-as you say Cap'n. I don't rightly know though." In exasperation he went to lean against the wall of the rear castle knocking a number of planks from it. "We did that sweep transition right after you had us open the plans so alls I remember is openin' the papers, noticin' how curious they was and then Bob an' me were sawing and warping wood for a bit. All of the end bit musta' got lost in editin' cause next I knew we was near the straight and the thing was done." Hawser said before looking almost ashamed to have done so.
"Hawser," Frobisher began, "I am going to pretend I did not hear that. As are you, Cabin boy."
"Aye Captain." Cabin boy responded quickly.
"We are not going to speak of this again. Now fix that fourth wall. I am going into the city."
"Captain!" came a cry from the rail. Several sailors were standing, looking over the edge with concerned expressions. "There's a man here, looks like he wants to speak with ye." Said the brighter of the group, the sail maker. "Seems angry."
"Huzzah," the captain said flatly under his breath before making his way across the deck. As he reached the edge more important than the irate looking Saracen was the collapsed timbers, plaster, cloth and other assorted materials which had appeared all around the hull. This, of course, explained the fine view they had gained of the city from above. He turned back to the sailors. "Men, remember, these turks do not speak proper English and will not understand our Christian customs. So once I have gotten rid of this chap you are all on leave for the day. Enjoy the brothels I hear they were amazing during the crusades." He then turned back to the rail and leapt over the side. The man standing there was gesticulating heavily at the ship and the remains in which it was lodged. He spoke quickly in Greek which Frobisher did not even begin to listen to. "We are not here to invade!" He said slowly and loudly. "We will remove the ship in the morning." The man looked at him with mounting fury. He continued to shout and gesture to which the captain simply nodded making "mm-hmm" noises. "We really aren't getting anywhere this way are we?" The man was only getting angrier. In a moment of exasperation Frobisher, mighty commander of the northern seas, pointed to something behind the enraged Constantinoplian causing him to turn before delivering him a blow to the back of his head so hard that he was thrown to the small terrace on the next level down leaving his hat on the ground at Frobisher's feet. "Let that be a lesson to you Cabin boy," he said without looking at the young man who had just dropped down next to him. "it's very therapeutic. When life gives you lemons, punch someone in the face."
"Meanwhile, captain, something smells tasty." Cabin boy said, tugging at his collar in discomfort. The taller man took a deep breath through his nose.
"I concur. Smells like golden brown falafel. What do you say we find out how these Muslims like our money?"
There's part three. You'll have to take my word that they are in the year 1329. It becomes more apparent soon. For part four I would like to be more abstract. Let us have two nouns and a verb. Cheers for all of the submissions. Special thanks to Sarah Moore whose suggestions won.
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