Friday, October 28, 2022

THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT? 3 OF 3


Here we go with Part Three, and the conclusion, of The Customer is Always Right. 

Things escalate fairly quickly here, and not in a way that Abner and Virgil might expect.

Again, this is a little something I threw together for the Steeven Orr Else podcast. It’s actually an audio skit I had already written, performed, recorded, and put up on Episode 1 of Steeven Orr Else all the way back in February of 2020.

This, however, is a new version.

To make a long story short, I’m not happy with many of the Steeven Orr Else episodes and yet, I have this overwhelming urge to continue on with the podcast.

Well, the only way my brain is going to let that happen is to reboot the podcast for a third time. And so, with that in mind, I took a look at the opening sketch from Episode 1, rewrote it, added to it, made it longer, and then put it down on tape… well… digital tape.

Suffice it to say that once I had it done I realized it was actually a bit too long, and yet, it broke apart into three segments quite nicely. Which means that if I ever do decide to reboot Steeven Orr Else once again, this sketch will appear in it, but the three parts will be spaced throughout the episode, which I think will be a lot of fun.

Anyway, if I DON’T end up rebooting Steeven Orr Else, I want these out there somewhere, so I’m putting them up on the YouTube channel.

Anyway, once again, here's Part Three

Enjoy!

Thursday, October 27, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY PRESENTS 003



Superman and Maxima take the fight to Doomsday, but only succeed in blowing up a small town gas station.

All that and more today as we fly into Week Three of the Death of Superman crossover event with The Adventures of Superman #497 by Jerry Ordway, Tom Grummett, Doug Hazlewood, Glenn Whitmore, and Albert DeGuzman.

This issue was published by DC Comics on October 27, 1992.

Introduction by Peter Rios of The Daily Rios.

The Daily Rios: thedailyrios.com

Issue synopsis from DCFandom.com

FIND THE EPISODE NOW ON ANY OF THE FOLLOWING SERVICES:

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Want to help support the show? You can do that in a number of ways:

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Beyond that you can support Steeven and the show for as little as a dollar a month on Patreon: www.patreon.com/steevenrorr

Or, if the idea of a monthly payment doesn't appeal to you and you just want to throw the show a one time payment, visit ko-fi.com/steevenrorr and buy Steeven and the show a coffee for as little as $3, but as high as you want to go.

Ask me questions, tell me stories, lie to me, speak your truth, make suggestions, or even complain right here: justanotherfanboy@gmail.com

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

THE REAL ME (OFFICIAL LYRIC VIDEO)


The Real Me is a song from Trinity-X, and like Kwik Shop Commando, it was a big part of our set list when playing clubs in 2000-2001 and was also one of my favorites.

The Real Me appears, along with Swallow, Godless America, This Man, and a live version of Limit, on the 2000 release, No Apologies:


This was a demo we recorded at Guttersnipe Studios and was engineered by John Evans and features the very first time I recorded backing vocals on a release.

I never did backing vocals live, or at practice, only because we only ever had the one microphone. And considering that Derek was the lead singer, we kinda had to let him use it.

Stream The Real Me and No Apologies now on all the music streaming services such as:


Or download a copy for free at Atomic Zombie Records on Bandcamp.

Tuesday, October 25, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY 298



This week I wanted to talk about the Disney+ television series She-Hulk: Attorney at Law.

Specifically, what I enjoyed most about it and what, if anything, I didn't like.

Have fun with this one!

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THE STUFF:


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Want to help support the show? You can do that in a number of ways:

First, just spread the word. Tell a friend, tell two friends, tell your father, mother, sister, brother, neighbor, coworker, plumber, and even the person who cuts your hair.

Beyond that you can support Steeven and the show for as little as a dollar a month on Patreon: www.patreon.com/steevenrorr

Or, if the idea of a monthly payment doesn't appeal to you and you just want to throw the show a one time payment, visit ko-fi.com/steevenrorr and buy Steeven and the show a coffee for as little as $3, but as high as you want to go.

Ask me questions, tell me stories, lie to me, speak your truth, make suggestions, or even complain right here: justanotherfanboy@gmail.com

Sunday, October 23, 2022

THEN A PENGUIN WALKED IN 12



The following comes from Then A Penguin Walked In and Other Tall Tales, currently on sale digitally and in paperback.

CHAPTER TWELVE: THE DRAGON SLAYER

DOMINICK HAD VERY NEARLY blacked out.

He had pulled himself up from off the ground and was brushing the dirt and grass from his clothes when he noticed the great white dragon bearing down on him like a blood thirsty freight train, dirt churning under its razor claws.

“We got this,” Vivian said as she and Harold glided up between Dominick and Kraxull.

The two pixies were suddenly surrounded by a bright light, and in a flash, they were transformed into a pair of green dragons, though they were half the size of the great Kraxull. The two were much faster, however, and before the white dragon could reach him, the two greens slammed into it from both sides, driving it into the air and back down again.

The impact of the three dragons as they struck the earth could be felt from under Dominick’s feet. He drew Arakis to the obligatory peal of thunder but found he couldn’t get around the three dragons as they rolled and fought, clinging to each other by teeth and claws.

Being as close as he was to a dragon fight, a situation that had never occurred to him as being even remotely possible, Dominick found that he wasn’t afraid. He should be, he knew that. The fact that he wasn’t soiling his pants felt a bit odd but having Arakis in hand dampened the fear. The comfort brought about by the sword pushed the fear somewhere deep inside. He was sure that sometime later, maybe the next time he found himself on a therapist’s couch, the terror would make its way back to the surface. But for now, it was buried under a feeling of invulnerability.

“What should we do, Sacred One?” Uto asked, sword in hand. 

“There’s nothing we can do for now but enjoy the show,” Dominick said. “But watch my back. I’d hate for someone to come sneaking up behind us and stick an arrow in me or something.”

“Your back is secure, Sacred One,” Uto said. “Fear not at that front.”

“Back,” Dominick said.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

The dragon fight continued with much roaring, biting, tearing of claws, screaming, and rending of earth. The soldiers stationed to the rear of Hob’s army couldn’t help but notice the destructive commotion going on behind them and they turned to watch the show.

Kraxull, the Great White Dragon of Skelldom was a fierce beast, but the two pixie dragons gave as good as they got, proving to Dominick once and for all that pixie magic was not to be taken lightly. The combatants, it appeared, were evenly matched. Neither side showing any distinct advantage. That was until Kraxull, with a mighty roar, managed to push both of the green dragons off of him, throwing them back with such force that the two were momentarily dazed. Hob’s army cheered.

Taking advantage, Kraxull was on one of the greens in an instant and pushed it back to the ground. Dominick didn’t know which of the two pixies the dragon had beneath, both looked fairly identical, but suddenly it had the green’s neck in its massive jaws.

The other green shot forward but Kraxull was too fast and with a mighty swipe of its tail, drove the other green into the ground. The small dragon didn’t get up.

Dominick took an involuntary step forward, his heart climbing into his throat.

“Don’t!” Dominick shouted.

But Kraxull ignored him as it bit down on the green dragon’s throat, the transformed pixie struggling beneath it.

Dominick’s veins turned to ice, and he grew numb all over.

“No!” he screamed and pointed Arakis at the sky. 

He wasn’t sure why he’d done it, brandishing the sword over his head, but instinct had taken over.

Lightning fell, striking the blade of the sword once, twice, three times. Each strike accompanied by a clap of thunder. The blade crackled and hissed as Dominick pointed it at Kraxull.

Lighting shot forth from the blade and slammed into the body of the white dragon. Three successive bolts that drove the creature back from atop the struggling green until Kraxull fell, smoking and unmoving.

Everything grew quiet. Even the fighting on the front lines had stopped. Dominick approached the still form of the white dragon, ignoring Lord Hob who stood off to one side, frozen with shock. The dragon continued to smoke where the lighting had struck its thick hide. Dominick nudged at the dragon with his foot. It remained as still as the dead. Dominick stepped closer, looking into the face of the mighty beast.

Kraxull opened its eyes.

Dominick tried to lift the sword, but the creature was too fast. It slashed at Dominick with one huge claw, tearing at his stomach and pants as it swiped the sword from his hand with its tail. Dominick fell back and the dragon was on him, pressing him into the bloodied ground with one massive, clawed hand.

“Lightning, human?” Kraxull said. Its voice was deep and clawed at his skull. “It was a good try, but it was not enough.”

Dominick struggled beneath the thing, flailing about with his hands as he tried to locate Arakis.

“Give me another chance,” said Dominick tightly. “I’ll try not to disappoint.”

“Ah,” Kraxull said. “You must think I’m stupid.”

“Well,” Dominick didn’t finish the thought.

“I’ve not lived as long as I have by giving an enemy another opportunity to attack,” the dragon said. “You kill your enemies first, and you do it fast. No hesitation. That’s how you win.”

“Good advice,” Dominick said. His right hand had found something, but it wasn’t the sword. It was the saltshaker. It must have fallen from his pocket with the slash of the dragon’s claws. “I wish you would have said something earlier. I’d have done things a little differently.”

Dominick had a plan. It was a stupid plan and one he knew would probably fail, but it was all he had. He picked up the saltshaker and held it upside down in the palm of his hand, shaking it so that his hand filled with salt.

“Tell me,” Kraxull said. “How does it feel to die knowing that you have failed in the one task you were destined to complete?”

“I can’t answer that,” Dominick said. “Because I’m not going to die.”

The dragon laughed. 

“You are an overconfident little person, aren’t you,” Kraxull said.

“Not really. But it’s like you said. I was destined to do that one task.”

“And you will die knowing you failed.”

“Nothing can stop destiny, not even a glorified lizard like you.”

Kraxull’s head snaked in so that the two were face to face, the dragon so close that Dominick could feel its hot breath against his skin.

“You will show me respect, human,” the dragon said, pushing Dominick further into the dirt.

Dominick didn’t respond, instead he threw his handful of salt directly into one of Kraxull’s great eyes.

The dragon roared and reared back, falling back onto its haunches as it covered its eye with one hand, looking for all the world like a petulant child.

Dominick rolled, snatched up Arakis, and pulled himself to his feet.

“That hurt, you jerk!” Kraxull called out. “What was that?”

“Salt,” Dominick said.

“Salt? What would you do that?”

“What? You were gonna kill me.”

“Sure, but fair and square, not with trickery. That’s cheating.”

“Cheating?” Dominick laughed. “Am I really having this conversation?”

“You’re a jerk, human,” Kraxull said, still rubbing at its eye. “This really stings. I need to go find a pond or a lake or something.”

With that, the dragon flew off, leaving a stunned Dominick behind.

“You drove Kraxull away,” Hob said, sounding just as confused as Dominick. “The Great White Dragon of Skelldom. I’ve seen that dragon destroy entire towns and you drive it away with a handful of salt.”

“I’ll admit, it was a gamble. But hey, it worked. Now,” Dominick lifted Arakis once again and fed it a four-course meal of lighting. He pointed the blade at the Dread Lord Hob. “Why don’t you hand over your sword?”

“I’m not scared of you, Dominick Hanrahan,” Hob said, though he didn’t sound too convincing.

“That’s because you aren’t smart enough to realize how afraid you really should be,” Dominick said.

In reply, Lord Hob raised his sword above his head, screamed, and ran at Dominick, swinging the white blade.

Dominic lifted Arakis to block the blow, and like earlier, as soon as the two blades met there was an explosion and the two were thrown back from each other. Dominick rose, his body aching in all the wrong places, only to find Lord Hob charging at him again.

The result was the same. The white blade smacked into the black blade, followed by the subsequent explosion.

Yet, once again, Dominick rose to find Lord Hob on the move.

But this time Dominick fired a lightning bolt into the ground at Hob’s feet. The ground beneath the Dread Lord exploded and Lord Hob was on his back for the fourth time.

“Stop it!” Dominick shouted, sending another bolt, and knocking the white-clad man once more onto his back. “One more chance, Hob. Give me your sword, leave this place, abandon your army, never make war with the people of Gund again, or I will fry you where you stand. Or… lay. Lie? Doesn’t matter, you’ll be crispy in matter of seconds.”

The Dread Lord Hob. Scourge of the West, Defiler of the East, Plague of the North, Overlord of the South, and King of the Nighttime World threw his sword aside and rose. He looked from Dominick to the army behind him, then back to Dominick.

And so, with little in the way of dignity or ceremony, Lord Hob tucked tail and ran off into the trees.

Hob’s army, after nearly thirty seconds of confused silence, followed.

To be continued...

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Friday, October 21, 2022

THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT? 2 OF 3


Here we go with Part Two of The Customer is Always Right, and it gets a bit dicey for Virgil and Abner as Chuck really opens up and confesses something really quite terrifying.

Again, this is a little something I threw together for the Steeven Orr Else podcast. It’s actually an audio skit I had already written, performed, recorded, and put up on Episode 1 of Steeven Orr Else all the way back in February of 2020.

This, however, is a new version.

To make a long story short, I’m not happy with many of the Steeven Orr Else episodes and yet, I have this overwhelming urge to continue on with the podcast.

Well, the only way my brain is going to let that happen is to reboot the podcast for a third time. And so, with that in mind, I took a look at the opening sketch from Episode 1, rewrote it, added to it, made it longer, and then put it down on tape… well… digital tape.

Suffice it to say that once I had it done I realized it was actually a bit too long, and yet, it broke apart into three segments quite nicely. Which means that if I ever do decide to reboot Steeven Orr Else once again, this sketch will appear in it, but the three parts will be spaced throughout the episode, which I think will be a lot of fun.

Anyway, if I DON’T end up rebooting Steeven Orr Else, I want these out there somewhere, so I’m putting them up on the YouTube channel.

Anyway, once again, here's Part Two

Enjoy!

Part 3 coming soon!

Thursday, October 20, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY PRESENTS 002



Today we leap into Week Two of the Death of Superman crossover event with two comics!

Justice League America #69 by Dan Jurgens, Rick Burchett, Gene D'Angelo, and Willie Schubert.

Superman #74 by Dan Jurgens, Brett Breeding, Glenn Whitmore, and John Costanza

Both issues were published by DC Comics on October 20, 1992.

Introduction by Eric from Longbox Review.

Longbox Review: www.longboxreview.com

Issue synopsis from DCFandom.com

FIND THE EPISODE NOW ON ANY OF THE FOLLOWING SERVICES:

OR GET THE EPISODE  ANYWHERE YOU GET PODCASTS!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

THE STUFF:


Follow me and the podcast on Facebook | Twitter | Instagram

Want to help support the show? You can do that in a number of ways:

First, just spread the word. Tell a friend, tell two friends, tell your father, mother, sister, brother, neighbor, coworker, plumber, and even the person who cuts your hair.

Beyond that you can support Steeven and the show for as little as a dollar a month on Patreon: www.patreon.com/steevenrorr

Or, if the idea of a monthly payment doesn't appeal to you and you just want to throw the show a one time payment, visit ko-fi.com/steevenrorr and buy Steeven and the show a coffee for as little as $3, but as high as you want to go.

Ask me questions, tell me stories, lie to me, speak your truth, make suggestions, or even complain right here: justanotherfanboy@gmail.com

Tuesday, October 18, 2022

KWIK SHOP COMMANDO (LYRIC VIDEO)


Kwik Shop Commando is a song from Trinity-X, it was a big part of our set list when playing clubs in 2000-2001, and it's one of my favorite songs, and not just from those I played on, it's one of my favorites in general.

My one big regret in life is that we never got a studio recording of the song.

This live version is the closest we ever got, and it was recorded live off the sound board, along with the entire set, at the Bottleneck in Lawrence, Kansas sometime in 2000.

We hadn't even planned on recording that night. If I remember correctly, the sound guy liked us, had a tape deck connected to the sound board, and decided to record the set. Then, of course, he gave us a tape.

That became what is now streaming as:

Trinity-X - Live at the Bottleneck:


The Kwik Shop, I should also mention, is a real convenience store, though if you have one in your area, you don't need me to tell you that.

In the early days of Trinity-X, we would often drive in to the local Kwik Shop in Eudora to hang out during a break at practice and get sodas and hot dogs or frozen burritos and such. It practically became a regular thing, meaning we were in there two to three evenings a week.

Anyway, I'm very much enamored with everything on the Live at the Bottleneck album because I think it's most of our best stuff -- meaning that if we had been able to play three or four more songs that night, it would have been ALL of our best stuff -- and I'm really glad it survived through the years because it's the only place I have now to listen to songs like Kwik Shop Commando or Daisy (another great song. Seriously, you should give the album a listen. Look below for more information).

One last thing before I let you go, just a little Easter Egg (I guess). I drop a stick during the song. Can you find the spot?

Stream Kwik Shop Commando and Live at the Bottleneck now on all the music streaming services such as:


Or download a copy for free at Atomic Zombie Records on Bandcamp.

Monday, October 17, 2022

THE CUSTOMER IS ALWAYS RIGHT? 1 OF 3


Here's a little something I threw together for the Steeven Orr Else podcast. It’s actually an audio skit I had already written, performed, recorded, and put up on Episode 1 of Steeven Orr Else all the way back in February of 2020.

This, however, is a new version.

To make a long story short, I’m not happy with many of the Steeven Orr Else episodes and yet, I have this overwhelming urge to continue on with the podcast.

Well, the only way my brain is going to let that happen is to reboot the podcast for a third time. And so, with that in mind, I took a look at the opening sketch from Episode 1, rewrote it, added to it, made it longer, and then put it down on tape… well… digital tape.

Suffice it to say that once I had it done I realized it was actually a bit too long, and yet, it broke apart into three segments quite nicely. Which means that if I ever do decide to reboot Steeven Orr Else once again, this sketch will appear in it, but the three parts will be spaced throughout the episode, which I think will be a lot of fun.

Anyway, if I DON’T end up rebooting Steeven Orr Else, I want these out there somewhere, so I’m putting them up on the YouTube channel.

So here’s Part One.

Enjoy!

Parts 2 and 3 coming soon!

Sunday, October 16, 2022

THEN A PENGUIN WALKED IN #11



The following comes from Then A Penguin Walked In and Other Tall Tales, currently on sale digitally and in paperback.

CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE DREAD LORD HOB

THE DREAD LORD HOB; Scourge of the West, Defiler of the East, Plague of the North, Overlord of the South, and King of the Nighttime World had grown impatient.

With impatience came irritation. Irritation migrated over to anger and anger had been eye-balling rage for the past ten minutes. Lord Hob did not want to give into his rage so he’d been pacing with Kraxull as he saw to the battle, hoping the task at hand would keep his mind off of Commander Flank.

He paced, and he waited. 

Commander Flank had been gone for almost an hour now and Lord Hob was practically itching to get his hands on this One person so that he could run his sword through him. Once that step was complete and out of the way he could finally get on with conquering the known world already. After that? Well, there were other worlds out there just ripe for the plucking.

The thought of ruling not only Gund, but the other eight realms as well made him smile. Sure, the administrative responsibilities would be a nightmare, but the power would more than make up for it. Once he ruled all nine realms, what would he call himself? ‘Lord’ would no longer be a sufficient enough title to encapsulate how important of a man he would be. ‘King’ wouldn’t do it either. In the end he realized his only option was ‘Emperor’.

Emperor Hob, High Overlord of the Nine Realms.

Now that was a title that really sang.

He could almost cry.

Then something struck him in the back of the head and the anger that had been festering for these past ten minutes grabbed hold of rage and punched it in the face.

He pulled on the reins and Kraxull spun.

There, just a few dozen yards away, stood a very average looking man and six elves. Lord Hob hated elves. They were nothing more than savages and he dreamed of the day he would be able to remove their bloodline from Gund.

But it was the man who drew his attention. He had a rather cocky smile on his bland face and bounced a stone in his left hand. The man, who would never stand out in a crowd the way Lord Hob did, saluted in a manner that Lord Hob immediately took as cheeky.

The man spoke, but Lord Hob could not hear what he had said over the sounds of battle.

Lord Hob shrugged his shoulders and pointed at his ear.

“I said,” the man shouted. “How’s it going?”

No, Lord Hob did not like this man at all. He wasn’t showing any fear or respect for someone of his station. He would have to be taught a lesson.

“Bring me his head,” he commanded of his ogre guard.

The twelve of them drew swords so massive that Lord Hob knew deep down in his heart that even as amazing as he was, he would not have the strength to lift one. As the ogres advanced, they were met with a volley of arrows from the elves at the man’s back. The elves had obviously dealt with ogres before as they continued to fire arrow after arrow, more than a half dozen per target, until each of his ogres had fallen.

Would you like me to eat him? The dragon spoke to the Dread Lord Hob in his mind.

No, Lord Hob replied mentally. I will deal with this. You remain here.

I may be needed, Kraxull said. This man has elves with him.

If I need you, I will call you. Remain here.

I will do as you have commanded.

Lord Hob dismounted and approached the strangers. 

“I’m told that you are Hob,” the man said.

“I am Lord Hob.” He really didn’t like this guy. “Who are you who dares to speak to me as an equal?”

“Me?” the man said, pointing at himself. “I’m nobody important. I mean I am, of course, I wouldn’t be here otherwise, but really I’m not.”

“I would have your name,” Lord Hob commanded.

“Dominick Hanrahan,” the man said, that cocky smile back on his face.

“I’ve never heard of you,” Lord Hob said.

“Well, you wouldn’t have,” the man said. “Not by my real name, anyway. You may have heard of my other name, however.”

“Your other name?”

“Oh yeah,” the man said. “I’m actually quite a big deal. Probably bigger than you, Hob.”

“It’s Lord Hob, and I doubt it.”

“If you say so, but it doesn’t change the fact of who I am and why I’m here with you in this moment.”

Lord Hob looked the man up and down, his eyes pausing for a moment on the sword the man wore on his back. There was nothing exceptional about this man. His armor, chain mail under a blue surcoat, was dull and did not gleam like his own. The man’s hair was unkempt and had neither body nor luster. And his face, well, his face left little to be desired. The man before him was just a man. Yet, his bravado and arrogance gave Lord Hob an uneasy feeling. 

“Who are you, then?” Lord Hob could not help but ask.

“Around here the people have been calling me the One,” the man said.

Lord Hob laughed. “You are the One. You?”

“I know, I didn’t believe it at first either,” the man said. “But that’s what everyone keeps telling me. Plus, I do have this.”

The man drew his sword and Lord Hob took an involuntary step back as he took in the color of the blade.

Black.

“Arakis,” Lord Hob said.

“That it is,” the man said. “Now here’s the thing, Hob. Everyone has been telling me that you and I are supposed to fight and that I’m going to defeat you. But here’s how I see it. We don’t have to fight. I don’t need to kill you to defeat you. Really all I have to do is make sure that you leave these good people alone. The way I figure it, if you was to go ahead and just pack up this little army of yours, go back to wherever it is you came from, and promise never to come back, then you and I are square. What do you say?”

“I say that you are an arrogant little man who needs to be taught a lesson about station,” Lord Hob said. “You dare to speak to me as if you were not like the worm that dwells among the dirt and filth. A worm that lives its life by my whim. You are nothing to me, worm.” He drew his own sword with its alabaster blade. “You believe Arakis would impress me? Look upon Loth, the White Sword of Death and know it for your doom.”

Lord Hob struck with the deadly grace of a snake, coming in low, but the man moved at an unbelievable speed. Before Loth could taste his flesh, the man had drawn his sword and moved to block. The two blades met. Thunder crashed from overhead and lightning fell all around them, striking the earth with explosive force and sending dirt and rock flying into the sky. 

Both combatants were thrown from each other by the concussive force and Lord Hob felt weightless for a moment as he sailed through the air. He landed with a crash at Kraxull’s feet and after taking an irritated moment to fix his hair, he looked up into the face of the great dragon.

“Kill him,” Lord Hob said, and the dragon smiled.

To be continued...

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Friday, October 14, 2022

TAKE A LOOK AROUND BY TRINITY-X


I made another music video.

This time for the band, Trinity-X, which I was in from 1990 to 1993, then again from 2000 to 2001. I was, of course, playing the drums.

This is a Lyric Video for Take a Look Around, the third song on a four song EP from October 1993 titled: Self.

It's also my favorite of the four. I can't believe that EP is 29 years old this month!

All music and lyrics by Derek Neibarger.

Derek Neibarger - vocals, bass
Paul Hagedorn - guitar
Steeven R. Orr - drums

Recorded at Mercy Record Studio in 1993. Engineered by Robert Rebeck.

Download Take a Look Around and Self for free at Atomic Zombie Records on Bandcamp, or stream now on all the music streaming services such as:

Thursday, October 13, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY PRESENTS 001



Today we kick off the first week in the Death of Superman crossover event with Superman: The Man of Steel #18 by Louise Simonson, Jon Bogdanove, Dennis Janke, Bill Oakley, and Glenn Whitmore.

This issue was published by DC Comics on October 13, 1992.

Introduction by Frank A. Rincon from the Half Hour Wasted podcast.

Half Hour Wasted: www.hhwlod.com

FIND THE EPISODE NOW ON ANY OF THE FOLLOWING SERVICES:

OR GET THE EPISODE  ANYWHERE YOU GET PODCASTS!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

THE STUFF:


Follow me and the podcast on Facebook | Twitter | Instagram

Want to help support the show? You can do that in a number of ways:

First, just spread the word. Tell a friend, tell two friends, tell your father, mother, sister, brother, neighbor, coworker, plumber, and even the person who cuts your hair.

Beyond that you can support Steeven and the show for as little as a dollar a month on Patreon: www.patreon.com/steevenrorr

Or, if the idea of a monthly payment doesn't appeal to you and you just want to throw the show a one time payment, visit ko-fi.com/steevenrorr and buy Steeven and the show a coffee for as little as $3, but as high as you want to go.

Ask me questions, tell me stories, lie to me, speak your truth, make suggestions, or even complain right here: justanotherfanboy@gmail.com

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

MUSIC VIDEO: DOESN'T MATTER BY LARRY


Back in the 90s there was a show on local cable channel 6 in Lawrence, Kansas.

It was called Silhouettes and it featured local arts and the local music scene.

Back in 1995, sometime after the first Larry demo was finished, we were invited on to create some basic music videos for each of the three songs on the demo: Hole, Doesn't Matter, and Understand.

Here is Doesn't Matter.

Enjoy.

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Monday, October 10, 2022

THE SUPERMAN SUPER SHOW 026



People in Metropolis turn purple and then die. What, or who could be behind the Purple Plague, and how can Superman put a stop to it!?

Find out now as Ed and Steeven talk about Superman and the Purple Plague, the Superman story that appeared in Action Comics #19, which was published by DC Comics with a cover date of December, 1939.

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Sunday, October 9, 2022

THEN A PENGUIN WALKED IN #10



The following comes from Then A Penguin Walked In and Other Tall Tales, currently on sale digitally and in paperback.

CHAPTER TEN: THE PIXIE CAGES

DOMINICK WAS KNOCKED TO the ground by a fist the size of a coffee can, the bulk value type you can only get in one of those big box stores. He fell like a tree and tasted both dirt and blood. Then someone was on top of him and holding him down. The smell of old feet grew more intense and the meal he’d eaten earlier muscled its way up and out of his throat as Arakis was ripped from his side. The stench, he realized, radiated from the figure that held him fast, and Dominick fought against his captor like a rabid animal, if only to escape the foulness that threatened to forever eradicate his sense of smell.

Strong hands took hold of Dominick and pulled him to his feet. Their assailants ringed him like a gathering of stone pillars and as they crowded around him, they blocked out the sun and he could see for the first time that they were ogres, twenty or more.

“God what I wouldn’t give for a nice steady downpour and a box of detergent,” Dominick said. He tried breathing through his mouth, but found that he could actually taste the smell, which only made things worse and he dry heaved for a bit.

The wall of stank parted and a lizard man entered the ring. He held a small glass cage in each hand. Vivian was in one, Harold the other. Each of the pixies appeared to be unconscious. At least he hoped they were. He didn’t like to think of the alternative.

“If you’ve hurt either one of them, I’ll—” Dominick began.

“You’ll what?” the lizard man said. “Give me a stern look? Speak to me in a rude manner? Tell me, ape, what could you do to me?”

“What’s your name?” Dominick asked.

“What?” The lizard hadn’t expected such a reply.

“Your name? It’s not a hard question.”

“I am Flank,” the thing said.

“Flank,” said Dominick. “I will get free, and when I do, I’m going to take up my sword and shove it so far down your throat that you’ll be pooping steel by morning.” He wasn’t sure where that had come from, but seeing Vivian and Harold locked up and hurt sent a bolt of rage through him like he’d never known.

“My, my, my,” Flank said. “You’re certainly colorful.” He handed the two cages to one of the ogres. “Not that it matters, but your little friends have not been harmed. Their cages, however, keep them from using their magic so that we can get the three of you safely to my Lord.”

“You’re taking us to Hob?”

“Lord Hob, yes. He has commanded it.”

“Good. As chance has it, we were already on our way to see your boss. It would be nice to have an escort through unfriendly territory. The less fighting I have to do to get to your boy, Hob; the more refreshed I’ll be when I kill him.” He was getting quite good at this heroic bravado crap; laughing in the face of danger and such. He only hoped he could back it up when it counted.

Flank only laughed. “You amuse me, ape. I look forward to watching as Lord Hob feeds your spine to his dragon.”

“You mean the white slug he’s riding around down there?” Dominick asked, tasting more blood as he tested a loose tooth with his tongue. Whoever had hit him hadn’t been fooling around. “Back where I’m from, we know how to take care of slugs. Just a little salt and they shrivel and die like that tiny lump between Hob’s ears.”

“You will address my master as Lord Hob!” Foam flecked the lizard’s scaly lips.

“The only thing I have to do bleed,” Dominick said, emphasizing his point by spitting blood on Flank’s foot.

The ogres pressed in, a collective growl coming from their throats, a sound that radiated all the way down to Dominick’s toes.

“No,” Flank said, holding up a clawed hand. “He was to be delivered to Lord Hob uninjured, something we have already failed at. Any more harm upon his person and we will all have to answer for it. As it is, just one of you will be punished for making the One bleed.”

One of the ogres actually managed to look ashamed at that news.

“Okay then, Big Green,” Dominick said with a sigh. “Take me to your leader.”

Dominick’s hands were tied behind his back and they set off. But before the party had traveled more than thirty yards a hail of arrows flew in from the tree line.

Ogres fell all around him and Dominick could do nothing but watch helplessly as the fairy cages dropped from the dead hands of the ogres that held them.

In a matter of seconds only Dominick and Flank remained standing. The rest, the ogre horde, lay about them like smelly pin cushions. 

A small band of elves stepped from the trees, six in all, and in the lead was Uto, the Elf Lord.

“Greetings, Sacred One,” Uto smiled to Dominick as his companions surrounded Flank. “It was clever of me to deduce that your fae friends would take you around the battle using the secret way, no?”

“Yes, quite clever,” Dominick agreed.

Uto pulled a long, wicked-looking knife from his belt and walked around behind Dominick.

“Not so clever though,” Uto said and sliced the blade through the leather thong that bound Dominick’s wrists. “Only as clever as the lizard man. He figured it out as well.”

“My master was the one to figure it out, elf,” Flank spat. “Lord Hob’s genius will conquer you all.”

“Genius?” Uto said, stepping to face Flank. “I do not think so. After all, he sent you. Not so smart, yes?”

“Thanks for the big save, Uto,” Dominick said, rubbing at his wrists. They hadn’t been bound long enough for them to hurt, but it’s what people always did on TV, so he felt obligated to continue the tradition. 

One of Uto’s elven warriors had bent to retrieve the two pixie cages and was using her knife to pry them open.

“How are they?” Dominick asked.

“They are well, Sacred One,” the elf said. “These cages only make them sleep so that they are not able to work their magic. They will wake soon.”

“That’s good news, I was worried. Thanks, um...”

“Hib, Sacred One,” she said.

“Hib, thanks,” Dominick said.

“So, lizard,” Uto was saying to Flank. “What should we do with you?”

“Kill me,” Flank said. “I have failed the Dread Lord, I’m as good as dead anyway.”

“Has anyone seen my sword?” Dominick asked.

“It is here, Sacred One,” another of the elves said, approaching with Arakis.

All of the elves in Uto’s band dressed similar to their leader in the tanned hides of animals. Uto was, however, the only one of them who was bald. The rest all had long silken hair that they had tied into pony tails with leather chords.

Dominick took the sword from the elf who then introduced himself as Liro.

“Thank you, Liro,” Dominick said, and then strapped the sword to his back. “You have all done me a great service this day.” He figured that’s what a prophesied hero would say in a similar situation.

“It was you the lizard wanted, Sacred One,” Uto said, smiling his feral smile at Dominick. “You must decide what it is we are to do with him.”

“You hear that, Flanklin?” Dominick said. “I get to decide what to do you with you. I find that rather appealing.”

“I am not afraid to die,” Flank said.

“Yeah, I don’t buy that. You’re posturing and we all know it,” Dominick said. “But that’s okay, we’ve all been guilty of a little posturing now and again, so I’m going to let you have it. Besides, it’s your lucky day. Would someone mind binding his hands?”

“My lucky day?” Flank said as Hib drew up behind him and tied the lizard’s wrists together. “I don’t quite follow you.”

“You don’t follow me?”

“I don’t follow you.”

“What’s not to follow?” Dominick said.

“You say it is my lucky day,” Flank said.

“I did.”

“That is what I am not following.”

“It’s your lucky day. What’s so difficult about that?” Dominick said.

“I am having difficulty in finding what it is about today that makes it a lucky one,” Flank said.

“Oh, well that’s simple,” Dominick said. “It’s your lucky day because we aren’t going to kill you.”

“Are we not?” Uto said, a disappointed look sliding across his face. “Truly?”

“Truly,” Dominick said. “You get life, Flankfurter. Life.”

Flank had no reply.

“We’ll leave him behind,” Dominick said.

“What if he tries to follow us, or manages to get word of our coming to the Dread Lord?” Uto asked.

“We can tie him to a tree or something,” Dominick said.

Uto looked around. “If we tie him to a tree he could starve before someone finds him. Might as well just kill him now. It will be kinder, I think.”

“I’d rather not just kill him in cold blood,” Dominick said.

“We could take him with us,” Liro suggested.

“I don’t want to do that, either,” Dominick said. “Why does this have to be so difficult?”

Then Hib casually walked up behind the lizard man and rapped him smartly across the back of his head with a large rock. Flank dropped like so many bricks.

“There,” Hib said. “By the time he wakes up, we will be long gone and he will have no time to warn anyone.”

“Ogres!” A tiny voice shouted.

Each of the elves had arrows out, knocked, and bows drawn in the split second it took for them all to realize that the shout had come from Harold.

Dominick went over to the pixie. Harold was sitting up atop a small fur blanket that Hib had lain out for him and Vivian. His sword was drawn, and he looked about in confusion. Vivian stirred next to him, but remained sleeping.

“It’s okay, Harold,” Dominick said, bending over the tiny figure. “They’ve been taken care of.”

“Lord Uto?” Harold said, sheathing his sword. “What are you doing here?”

Dominick filled him in.

“I am filled with deep shame, Dominick Hanrahan,” Harold said, his little face going red. “I have failed you.”

“Forget about it,” Dominick said. “It happens. You okay to travel?”

“I think so,” Harold rubbed at his eyes. “I’ll try to wake Vivian.”

“We will accompany you, Sacred One,” Uto said.

“I’d like that,” Dominick smiled. “But you and your warriors have to stop with the ‘Sacred One’ nonsense, deal? I’m Dominick, that’s all.” He held his hand out.

Uto took Dominick’s hand in a powerful grip and they shook.

“Dominick,” Uto said. “It is a deal.”

Eventually Harold was able to get Vivian awake, but as they were both still somewhat groggy, they traveled with Dominick, one on each shoulder, as they descended into the valley.

There was no plan, nothing had been discussed beforehand. In the end they simply walked into Hob’s camp and made their presence known. This involved the elven warriors methodically cutting down any outlying soldier unlucky enough to be stationed as rear guard.

Dominick followed the elves in, moving steadily through the rows of tents until they reached the back of the rear force itself. And there, perched astride his dragon, was Lord Hob. He was surrounded by a dozen ogres in loincloths. All twelve held swords longer than Dominick was tall. As first meetings between enemies go, it wasn’t anything you’d want to write your mom about.

As Dominick approached, Lord Hob was facing the other direction, and at first didn’t even realize that his most hated enemy, the one prophesied for generations to be his undoing, was well within his reach.

“You two ready for this?” Dominick asked Vivian and Harold. “I’m counting on you to keep that dragon off of me.” The sheer volume of noise coming from the battle in front of them was enough that Dominick had to speak louder than normal to be heard by the two fairies, yet felt safe that Hob, though just twenty or thirty yards away, wouldn’t be able to hear him before he was ready to have his presence known.

“We will do our best,” Vivian said. “Neither of us has yet to fully recover from the effects of the pixie cage, so our magic may be spotty at best.”

“Spotty?

“We may not have full access to our magical abilities,” Harold clarified. “It would be like trying to dig a ditch after carrying large rocks all day.”

“Okay, well that makes me more than a little terrified,” Dominick said. “But we’ll make do, I suppose.”

“You are coming into your role quite nicely, Dominick,” Vivian said, smiling.

“Thanks,” Dominick said. “To tell the truth, I’m about to have a movement straight into my pants, but it helps that everything has happened so fast, I suppose. I haven’t really had time to think about how crazy this all is.”

And for just a moment, Dominick began to think about how crazy it all was. It really had happened all too fast. It never seemed to work out like this in the books he read. There was usually a long journey or quest interspersed with minor skirmishes to give the hero time to get used to the idea. But this... Dominick could feel the grandpappy of all panic attacks build within him.

“Dominick?” Vivian said, pulling him from his brief moment of terror. “Are you okay?”

Dominick looked from Vivian to Harold, not an easy feat with them perched on each shoulder. Then he scanned the expectant faces of the elves and sighed.

“I’m fine,” he said. “And I’m here, so I guess I’m committed to this psychotic quest.”

“Good man,” Harold said. “We have faith in you.”

“Someone has to.” Dominick bent and picked a stone from off the ground, bouncing it once or twice in his palm.

“Okay. Let’s do this,” he said, and then he threw the stone at Lord Hob, Scourge of the West, Defiler of the East, Plague of the North, Overlord of the South, King of the Nighttime World, and the most terrifying man in all of Gund.

To be continued...

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Thursday, October 6, 2022

JUST ANOTHER FANBOY PRESENTS 000



In 1992, a monster known only as Doomsday ended the life of the DC Universe's most beloved superhero: Superman.

How did such a story come to pass and what did a television show that had yet to air have to do with it?

In this Episode Zero, a prelude to Just Another Fanboy Presents: The Death of Superman, I'll answer those questions and do my best to give you everything you need to know before we dive head first into this 30 year old Superman Event.

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Monday, October 3, 2022

THE SUPERMAN SUPER SHOW 025



Superman steps in and destroys a big bunch of stuff when a politician is being blackmailed

All this and much more as Ed and Steeven talk about Superman's Super-Campaign, the Superman story that appeared in Action Comics #18, which was published by DC Comics with a cover date of November, 1939.

But first, your hosts spend a small bit of time talking about beer, but maybe not the way you think.

Also, stick around to the end. We like to try and through a blooper or two at the end and this week we just added a bit of the stuff we tend to talk about between episodes.

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