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He’s doing little puppy barks in his sleep.
I’ll be streaming tonight at twitch.tv/boozybadger - either Star Wars OOOOOOR a spooky stream sort of deal with The Sinking City.
I was planning to start about and hour ago but…I’m not disturbing him. So it’ll be at some point after dinner
Oh hey... speaking of @anthrocon.org and history. Want to see a project I've been working on?
There's so much more to add. But it's a good start. And in time for the 20th anniversary of AC being in Pittsburgh:
archive.anthrocon.org
It was sealed in a vacuum bag, and I’m not ashamed to say that opening that bag and smelling her house again got me teary.
But I have no idea what happened to that glass. I assume it got lost when she moved a couple years before passing to live down the street from us. Or maybe after she passed.
And in front of me was this glass of Dudley Do Right, with an RC Cola poured in it, or a Big Red, or some sweet tea.
Nana has been gone for over 20 years now. I remember her face, her old phone number, and what the trash can in her den looked like (portraits of presidents).
It meant lunch after coming in the back door from playing outside in August and sitting down to sandwich (“old cold bologna” she’d say because I didn’t like it fried) and som Little Debbie squares, her old black and white antenna tv in the kitchen playing and Nana puttering around as I ate.
I think I remember her voice, but I can’t be sure. I remember the last thing she said to me, calling me to climb onto the bed with her as she lay dying and saying “Be good.”
I had forgotten her smell and the smell of her house until last year when Mom found an old afghan blanket she made us.
I know it’s gone though.
So anyways, I went to the flea market today and found some stuff.
My siblings and I each had “our” glass. My brother was Snidely Whiplash. My sister was Rocky and Bullwinkle. I was Dudley Do Right.
On the glass Dudley was paddling a canoe down the river, on his way undoubtedly to rescue Nell. I loved that glass. It meant Nana’s house to me.
When I was a kid my Nana had a bunch of these cartoon character glasses from the 1970s. They were a promotional thing from Pepsi, and we made a point to drink from them whenever we were there.
There was a Rocky and Bullwinkle, Snidely Whiplash, Sherman and Mr. Peabody, Dudley Do Right, and others.
