<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914</id><updated>2009-11-22T23:08:33.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog Where Horror Dwells</title><subtitle type='html'>The Editor Formerly Known as Mr. Deathrealm. Author of BLUE DEVIL ISLAND, THE NIGHTMARE FRONTIER, THE LEBO COVEN, DARK SHADOWS: DREAMS OF THE DARK, BALAK, et. al. Feed at your own risk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-276731334206309769</id><published>2009-11-22T22:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T23:08:33.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bushwhackin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/1cf0f558-87da-4df8-8f80-570433904cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/1cf0f558-87da-4df8-8f80-570433904cf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice &lt;/span&gt;weekend here—both entertaining and productive. Got in some good caching each day since Friday, including a couple of much-needed healthy bushwhacks in the woods. Had to explain geocaching to the local cops for about the hundredth time, which was okay since—as is typical here—the officer was very friendly and understanding. Sometimes I feel like a geocachevangelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In betwixt the caching adventures, I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planet of the Apes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beneath the Planet of the Apes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which are a couple of my old favorites. Back when I was a wee lad, doing the pretend ape-thing and hunting humans made for some exciting times; it's nice to watch the movies and recapture some of that old excitement. I suppose I'll end up watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escape, Conquest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too, but they're nowhere near as special as the first two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My month of bachelorhood is drawing near its end. All in all, I've made out very well.  Was very productive during this period: overhauled the house, ate well, got out and about with friends fairly frequently, got some writing done. Most of all, some of the crushing pressure that's been having such a bad effect on me subsided a bit. Here's hoping for some extended relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Rob Isenhour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-276731334206309769?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/276731334206309769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=276731334206309769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/276731334206309769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/276731334206309769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/11/bushwhackin.html' title='Bushwhackin&apos;'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-2052609331057336889</id><published>2009-11-16T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:07:53.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Is the Great Equalizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/EdwardWoodward_1299434c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 148px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/EdwardWoodward_1299434c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's almost unheard of for me to experience freaky coincidences, but last night I dreamed about actor Edward Woodward (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Equalizer, The Wicker Man, East Enders,&lt;/span&gt; etc.) coming to my house and sitting down to chat. I haven't heard anything about him in the news, or so much as thought about him in I don't know how long. Then I found out he died today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always admired Woodward as an actor. He was masterful in the original &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wicker Man,&lt;/span&gt; and I liked him very much in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Equalizer&lt;/span&gt; TV series way back when. I suppose that if he ever really had come to my house just to chat, it would have been a most remarkable and memorable experience. I feel very saddened by his passing. The whole dream thing though...like, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-2052609331057336889?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/2052609331057336889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=2052609331057336889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/2052609331057336889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/2052609331057336889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/11/death-is-great-equalizer.html' title='Death Is the Great Equalizer'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-3219599960606566087</id><published>2009-11-15T13:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:54:30.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SwBHNc-uqvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HuqGBtY_I4Y/s1600-h/kingfrazier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SwBHNc-uqvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HuqGBtY_I4Y/s400/kingfrazier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404397849287764722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The real king of the castle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Death is away for a time, so I'm taking the opportunity to restore the house to something resembling presentable. So far, I've dumped a couple of tons of clutter; overhauled the front and back porches; made over the kitchen, bathrooms, and living room; organized all my CDs, which have fallen into shocking disarray over a period of months; dusted, vacuumed, scrubbed, and mopped; and now, every time I mess it up, I clean it up. I suspect I could live like this and almost enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next job is to blow the leaves out of the yard and into the neighbors'. &lt;img src="http://www.emoticons4u.com/evil/teu55.gif" /&gt;&lt;img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-3219599960606566087?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/3219599960606566087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=3219599960606566087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/3219599960606566087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/3219599960606566087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/11/bachelors-life.html' title='The Bachelor&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SwBHNc-uqvI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HuqGBtY_I4Y/s72-c/kingfrazier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-8784482534721013406</id><published>2009-11-12T09:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T09:40:02.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How High Is the Water, Mama?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Svwc3ch42ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0Fe_CFBScyU/s1600-h/100_0708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Svwc3ch42ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0Fe_CFBScyU/s400/100_0708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403225391814465938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two feet high and rising....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it gets up onto the porch, it's as good as in the living room. Not much farther to go, as the picture shows. Lots of flooding in the area this morning. Went to the office, passing a couple of low-lying areas that are now officially lakes, only to find that the power had been knocked out. So we turned around and came home, but the wind and water are now threatening here, as well. No sign of it stopping for the next day or so, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about piling the cats up in front of the front door like sandbags, but when I mentioned it, they looked at me askance, so for now I've abandoned the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img hidden="true" style="border: medium none ; position: absolute; z-index: 2147483647; opacity: 0.6; display: none;" src="data:image/png;base64,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%3D" id="myFxSearchImg" height="24" width="24" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-8784482534721013406?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/8784482534721013406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=8784482534721013406' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8784482534721013406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8784482534721013406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-high-is-water-mama.html' title='How High Is the Water, Mama?'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Svwc3ch42ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0Fe_CFBScyU/s72-c/100_0708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-7098704530254392542</id><published>2009-11-09T19:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:27:39.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockin' Halloween and Then Some...</title><content type='html'>Been a couple of busy, busy weeks, at home and at work, so haven't taken the time to do much blogging. Halloween highlights included a mighty fun Fall Fest at the office, at which Ms. Kim Murphy and I made a scary racket pickin' and singin', and an excellent party at the residence of friends David and Karen Lewis, where the noise from the office fest was repeated—and then some. Halloween night, got with my friends, the Albaneses, in Martinsville and had a nice evening of dinner and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I took a ride up to Woolwine, VA, for a bit of caching. Some excellent hiking up that way—and gorgeous weather for it. Warm and sunny weather, impressive scenery. Found cache #2098.... &lt;img src="http://emoticons4u.com/cool/694.gif" height="13" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-7098704530254392542?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/7098704530254392542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=7098704530254392542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/7098704530254392542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/7098704530254392542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/11/rockin-parkway.html' title='Rockin&apos; Halloween and Then Some...'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-8459136238637233036</id><published>2009-10-28T23:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:31:41.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Caching Copper?</title><content type='html'>I oftentimes end up hunting geocaches in the evening—sometimes fairly late—and tonight was no exception. I had just found a brand new one and was making to leave the site when I found myself surrounded by three sheriff's vehicles and several officers of the law. Evidently, copper thieves have been targeting the area, and it took the longest time for me to convince them I'd been hunting for a film canister, not copper wire. In the end, all was well, of course. And although it's kind of a pain to deal with, I'm rather glad to see the cops out there keeping an eye on the neighborhood. There's a lot worse things than me out there....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-8459136238637233036?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/8459136238637233036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=8459136238637233036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8459136238637233036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8459136238637233036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/10/caching-copper.html' title='Caching Copper?'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-1583280961275171739</id><published>2009-10-25T01:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:50:18.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Millin' and Chillin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPhqLhVQCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hW5oO_nV1gE/s1600-h/100_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPhqLhVQCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hW5oO_nV1gE/s400/100_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396404893283336226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPkyyvSEQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wcnZFW7dwWE/s1600-h/100_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPkyyvSEQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/wcnZFW7dwWE/s400/100_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396408339784667394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPle15dZOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/P_EwvZSnS2A/s1600-h/100_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPle15dZOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/P_EwvZSnS2A/s400/100_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396409096546903266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hard to feature that it's come round time again to make our annual pilgrimage to Mabry Mill, on the Blue Ridge Parkway, near Meadows of Dan, VA. Mrs Death couldn't make it this year, but I headed up with our good friends, the Albaneses, and the meaner half of the Workmans, our next-door neighbors. The usual routine: get up and going a couple of hours before dawn, hit the road, and start grabbing geocaches. We snagged quite a few on the way, navigated through some very dense fog, and got to the mill restaurant right at 8:00 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;, when they opened. We were first in line and were soon chowing down on some fantabulous buckwheat, sweet potato, and cornmeal pancakes and sausage. Unfortunately, the thick mist turned to a pretty good rain, so we got rather damp while wandering along the walking trail on the mill grounds. Regardless, we managed to grab another nearby cache, and then we stopped to get pumpkins, apples, and cider at our traditional produce stand, just north of Stuart. In Stuart, we paid a visit to the Honduras Coffee Company shop, where I opted for a cup of damn fine Jamaican coffee. And hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we parted company with the Albaneses in Martinsville, Mr. Workman and I made a run down to Kernersville for a regular crapload of geocaches. Grabbed a bunch, stopped for some Mexican food, and finally headed home. Not to end it all there, I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paranormal Activity, &lt;/span&gt;which I enjoyed immensely. Apart from a few somewhat over-the-top moments that fell flat, it was one of the creepiest movies I've ever seen. Akin in its approach to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Blair Witch Project,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's many times more successful, with well-rendered camera-work and an effective, unsettling story. I loved it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say it's bound to hold up as one of my favorite horror films. An excellent show for the Halloween season! Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPlG2rwEpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ftCFCDD87mk/s1600-h/100_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPlG2rwEpI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ftCFCDD87mk/s400/100_0700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396408684440982162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Rodan and Mr. TravelinFarmFam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-1583280961275171739?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/1583280961275171739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=1583280961275171739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/1583280961275171739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/1583280961275171739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/10/millin-and-stillin.html' title='Millin&apos; and Chillin&apos;'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SuPhqLhVQCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/hW5oO_nV1gE/s72-c/100_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-7863831487599744585</id><published>2009-10-18T21:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:08:47.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Book 'Em</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/StvJx1hOacI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3HvwZmtzTzQ/s1600-h/100_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/StvJx1hOacI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3HvwZmtzTzQ/s400/100_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394126836723509698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Young Adult author Liz Jones and the scary dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned from Waynesboro, VA, this evening, after a very fun and profitable weekend, participating at Book 'Em, the literacy benefit book fair I take part in each year, and hanging out with good friends Beth Massie, Cortney Skinner, and Elizabeth Jones. As I blogged previously, after selling out of my other titles at The Woods of Terror last week, I had only copies of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Blue Devil Island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lebo Coven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; left for Book 'Em. Wonder of wonders, those sold out too, even though the crowd seemed smaller than it has in recent years. At least folks were buying books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we watched a fun little movie by the legendary Larry (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Skeleton of Cadavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Blamire titled, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meet the Mobsters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in which Beth and Cortney have parts as extras in several scenes. Quite the hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, one of the highlights of the trip was finding 25 geocaches. Today, Cortney, Beth, and her son-in-law, Ben, came out with me, and we braved chilly temperatures, wind, and a spot of rain to find several. Enjoyed that little outing immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a weekend well-spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-7863831487599744585?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/7863831487599744585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=7863831487599744585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/7863831487599744585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/7863831487599744585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-book-em.html' title='Back From Book &apos;Em'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/StvJx1hOacI/AAAAAAAAAOo/3HvwZmtzTzQ/s72-c/100_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-5380927305752469974</id><published>2009-10-16T00:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:46:18.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 'Em 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" target="_blank" href="http://www.bookemfoundation.org/Waynesboro/index.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 193px;" src="http://www.bookemfoundation.org/Graphics/BookEm/Authors/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you're anywhere near Waynesboro, VA, this Saturday (10/17), come round to Book 'Em, the book fair to benefit literacy, at Kate Collins Middle School, from 9:30 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; to 4:30 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;. I'll have copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lebo Coven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Devil Island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;available. Alas, I won't have copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other Gods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thanks to selling out my supply at The Woods of Terror in Greensboro last weekend. Never expected that to happen! Not that I'm unhappy about it; only downside is that I couldn't get in new copies in time for this weekend. You can get more info on Book 'Em, including directions, right here: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.bookemfoundation.org/Waynesboro/index.html"&gt;Book 'Em 2009.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be staying with Beth Massie &amp;amp; Cortney Skinner; I foresee some serious geocaching in the forecast, as well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-5380927305752469974?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/5380927305752469974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=5380927305752469974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/5380927305752469974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/5380927305752469974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-em-2009.html' title='Book &apos;Em 2009'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-4516620930665741091</id><published>2009-10-09T23:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:58:29.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terror in the Woods!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/StABtbb7JnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8xFUy8IoQjY/s1600-h/100_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/StABtbb7JnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8xFUy8IoQjY/s320/100_0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390810633933104754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I imagine it's safe to say that your typical Halloween haunted trail, no matter how elaborate—such as  &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://woodsofterror.com/"&gt;The Woods of Terror on Church Street,&lt;/a&gt; just north of Greensboro—is hardly the place your typical horror writer—such as I—might expect to autograph a passel of his scary books. Most of the attendees are there to get their pants scared off on the trail itself and aren't really seeking out the latest in literary horror cuisine. But much to my delight, it proved to an exceptional evening. Hung out in the "Horror Museum" for about four hours and devalued a regular crapload of books with my signature. Oh, these poor people; they have no idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go out on the trail itself, not this time. However, the venue has been done up quite nicely since the last time I was out there—two years ago, I believe—and it really looks good. Before it's all over with, I might just have to pop out there again and see whether all those chainsaws really have been de-fanged. Some of the cute little teenage girls I encountered were horribly afraid they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the heart to tell them they might actually escape unscathed. I mean, who wants to be a party pooper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/2008%20Halloween/Woods%20of%20Terror%2010-09-09/MarkandGina10-09-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/2008%20Halloween/Woods%20of%20Terror%2010-09-09/MarkandGina10-09-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yem scary folks: That dude and the horror-ific Ms. Gina Farago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-4516620930665741091?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/4516620930665741091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=4516620930665741091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/4516620930665741091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/4516620930665741091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/10/terror-in-woods.html' title='Terror in the Woods!'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/StABtbb7JnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8xFUy8IoQjY/s72-c/100_0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-182757975369673469</id><published>2009-10-06T19:35:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:37:00.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pharaoh, a Blood Dance, and the Woods of Terror</title><content type='html'>I just received my author copy of the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; audio drama, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curse of the Pharaoh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which I wrote a while back for Big Finish Productions. It stars &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Barrett&lt;/span&gt; as Carolyn Stoddard and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marie Wallace &lt;/span&gt;as Dr. Gretchen Warwick, an Egyptologist. It's an excellent production, directed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe Salvatore.&lt;/span&gt; All parties involved did a fabulous job bringing the script to life. The acting, the sound effects, the pacing, and the musical score by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nigel Fairs &lt;/span&gt;all come together to excellent effect. This is my second &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dramatic reading project, and it's exciting as all getout to hear it performed...especially during those moments when it exceeds my own imagination. You can order the CD (and soon the mp3 download) from the Big Finish Web site: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.bigfinish.com/9-Dark-Shadows-Curse-of-the-Pharaoh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Shadows: Curse of the Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's very reasonably priced at $13, and that includes shipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stephenmarkrainey.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 237px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/Quentin_Collins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coincidentally, I just finished the first draft of my next script, tentatively titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows: Blood Dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The story is set in the 1920s and features Quentin Collins as the main series star. It'll be some time before it actually happens, but I'm sure Big Finish will do their usual fine job with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday (10-9-09), I'll be selling and signing books at the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.woodsofterror.com/"&gt;Woods of Terror on Church Street&lt;/a&gt; in Greensboro, NC, from 7 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PM &lt;/span&gt;to 10 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt;. Will have copies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other Gods, The Lebo Coven, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue Devil Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This a most elaborate and exciting haunted trail, and if you're in the area, come on around, so you can get scared as hell. I mean, that's what the season's all about, ain't it? Just do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-182757975369673469?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/182757975369673469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=182757975369673469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/182757975369673469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/182757975369673469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/10/pharaoh-blood-dance-and-woods-of-terror.html' title='The Pharaoh, a Blood Dance, and the Woods of Terror'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-4739604767105402726</id><published>2009-09-29T20:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:01:53.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw the Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKqvLdweWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WqnIUsDKyeE/s1600-h/100_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKqvLdweWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WqnIUsDKyeE/s400/100_0667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387055831796709730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday afternoon, I took a break from working on my latest project—a script for a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; audio drama—to do a little caching. Headed down to the Devil's Tramping Ground, about 45 minutes south of here, with my neighbors Paul and Jamie, looking to pick up geocache #2,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Devil's Tramping Ground is one of those fabled spots where nothing grows, and reportedly, if anything is left there overnight, it will mysteriously disappear. Well, I don't know about that, but after a solid hour of hunting, we were unable to turn up the cache. I suspect the devil stole it—probably disguised as Boy Scouts cleaning up trash in the area. The site itself is fairly unremarkable; if you didn't know it was the Devil's Tramping Ground, you'd mistake it for just another clearing—albeit in this case, a clearing with "Screw the Devil" etched in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the afternoon was far from a waste. I picked up #2,000 at a nearby cemetery, so at least it was suitably grim (though the cache is called Scout's Honor—whoa). Have snagged a few caches since, so I'm on the journey to #3,000, which will no doubt be quite some time coming, since I've pretty much gotten all the local caches that don't require a bunch of traveling to get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's back to the script, which is progressing quite well...at least as far as ye humble author is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKrBGrpivI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mSnrMaDVx1E/s1600-h/100_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKrBGrpivI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mSnrMaDVx1E/s400/100_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387056139750443762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How about a little fire, Devil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKrW2bsnfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0FQkYRYEF-E/s1600-h/100_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKrW2bsnfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0FQkYRYEF-E/s400/100_0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387056513345691122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grabbing cache #2,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKrp8pD0xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lbQHLPCbzg0/s1600-h/100_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKrp8pD0xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lbQHLPCbzg0/s400/100_0671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387056841429865234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The nearby cemetery at Scout's Honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-4739604767105402726?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/4739604767105402726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=4739604767105402726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/4739604767105402726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/4739604767105402726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/09/screw-devil.html' title='Screw the Devil'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SsKqvLdweWI/AAAAAAAAAOA/WqnIUsDKyeE/s72-c/100_0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-8743199400865639109</id><published>2009-09-26T15:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:45:43.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Louise Dombrowski</title><content type='html'>I've recently become completely re-enamored with &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twin Peaks,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which I dearly loved during its initial run and have felt a deep emotional connection to ever since. Actually, this is true of many of David Lynch's cinematic properties, but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the one that seems to touch me at the deepest, most personal level.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somehow, given the state of affairs in life these days, this scene with Ben and Jerry Horne sure hits home...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2p_OnR0QK0k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2p_OnR0QK0k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-8743199400865639109?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/8743199400865639109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=8743199400865639109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8743199400865639109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8743199400865639109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/09/louise-dombrowkski.html' title='Louise Dombrowski'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-6899830506185442174</id><published>2009-09-23T19:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:53:20.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburn, Spiders, and Savannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq3WN8o2QI/AAAAAAAAANY/GrtJkj6LZvM/s1600-h/100_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq3WN8o2QI/AAAAAAAAANY/GrtJkj6LZvM/s320/100_0657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384817896803850498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have returned from a very relaxing trip to Hilton Head, SC, with Mrs Death and some good friends of ours from Chicago. Geocaches aplenty (right about 50, which gives me a total of 1,994), some good food and drink, and a wee bit of red skin. Nothing serious, as that 30-caliber sunscreen is kind of like wrapping one's self in an Egyptian burial shroud. Spent a day in Savannah, GA, in the historical district, which I really loved; always knew Savannah had a long and colorful history, but no idea how rich until we went on one of those touristy but enjoyable and informative trolley tours. Even managed to be productive—got several pages done on my new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt; script, which is due in the not-too-distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most impressive sights of the trip was the web of a nephila (golden orb) spider, which extended from the top of the second floor of an old house to the ground — about 20 ft. high and 15 ft. wide. The spider itself was almost the size of my hand. At least he was pretty far up there and disinclined to come down and pay me a visit. However, while hunting for a geocache in the woods, I was proceeding along leisurely, keeping my eyes on the ground, and when I looked up, there was a big old nephila spider, about six inches from my face. "Dude!" I cried, and backed up quickly. The spider had a very distinctive "M" on its abdomen, in a nice script font; something I would never have noticed had I not seen it at such uncomfortably close range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the caches I hunted was guarded by an alligator. Fortunately, Mr. Gator contented himself out in the middle of his pond. He was probably quite full from the last cachers he et.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that, after having had several days off from work, it would be smart to ease myself back into the schedule by taking the afternoon off today, but for unknown reasons, this idea didn't seem consistent with the boss's reasoning. Sheesh! Well, it was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq3mBLh4GI/AAAAAAAAANg/iQz6Cavj-4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq3mBLh4GI/AAAAAAAAANg/iQz6Cavj-4Q/s320/IMG_3765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384818168254554210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq34KvNMhI/AAAAAAAAANo/phgh5uDxVI4/s1600-h/IMG_3762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq34KvNMhI/AAAAAAAAANo/phgh5uDxVI4/s400/IMG_3762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384818480057758226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq4LwXC96I/AAAAAAAAANw/UEYOhpxsjhQ/s1600-h/100_0663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq4LwXC96I/AAAAAAAAANw/UEYOhpxsjhQ/s400/100_0663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384818816574486434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SrrQ7OT3udI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2XTRaBlDERA/s1600-h/100_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SrrQ7OT3udI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2XTRaBlDERA/s400/100_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384846020347148754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-6899830506185442174?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/6899830506185442174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=6899830506185442174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/6899830506185442174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/6899830506185442174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/09/s-sunburn-and-savannah.html' title='Sunburn, Spiders, and Savannah'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Srq3WN8o2QI/AAAAAAAAANY/GrtJkj6LZvM/s72-c/100_0657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-8984656030267137259</id><published>2009-09-14T15:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:19:52.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New DARK SHADOWS Dramas Forthcoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collinwood.net/news/uploaded_images/pharaoh-new-731112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://www.collinwood.net/news/uploaded_images/pharaoh-new-731112.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nancy Barrett and Marie Wallace in the studio, recording&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows: Curse of the Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows: Curse of the Pharaoh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the audio drama I wrote for Big Finish Productions, should be hitting the street any day now. It stars original TV-series cast members &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Barrett &lt;/span&gt;as Carolyn Stoddard and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marie Wallace&lt;/span&gt; as Egyptologist Gretchen Warwick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Big Finish promo page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marie Wallace is full of enthusiasm for her new character, Gretchen: 'When I received the script, I read it from beginning to end and was so intrigued by the character of Gretchen. She had all the qualities that make a person interesting, compelling, fascinating, and out of the ordinary. Such fun to play! And of course, to then work opposite Nancy Barrett, with whom I hadn’t been on camera for many a year, why, I couldn’t ask for anything more… Until the next script comes along!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For more news, including ordering info, about this and several forthcoming &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt; audio dramas, visit the Big Finish &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.bigfinish.com/news/New-Dark-Shadows-Sub-Launched"&gt;news page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-8984656030267137259?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/8984656030267137259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=8984656030267137259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8984656030267137259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8984656030267137259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-dark-shadows-dramas-forthcoming.html' title='New DARK SHADOWS Dramas Forthcoming'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-439457419321498754</id><published>2009-09-12T16:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:09:52.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shapes in the Illusive Night" in INHUMAN #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" target="_blank" href="http://www.allenk.com/main.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.allenk.com/images/inhuman04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm thrilled to discover that artist and editor Allen Koszowski is publishing issue #4 of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inhuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; magazine, to feature my short story, "Shapes in the Illusive Night." I had written the tale many years ago (2002, if I'm not mistaken), and Allen K. bought it for the magazine, but due to various situations, it looked entirely possible that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inhuman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had met its demise. Happily, it has not, and I hope the publication will be back on track for a long, rewarding future. In its short run of three issues, it had become one of my all-time favorite small press endeavors. So good to see new life being breathed into it—and to be a part of the new issue. Check out Allen's Web site for more information and to order the issue: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.allenk.com/main.html"&gt;Allen K's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inhuman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of this week working on a possible new short story collection. Unfortunately, Mrs Death is not doing well, health-wise, which has been a major source of concern and slowed my work somewhat. But writing-wise, all is in good shape at the moment. Hoping and praying it will work that way for Mrs Death as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-439457419321498754?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/439457419321498754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=439457419321498754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/439457419321498754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/439457419321498754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/09/shapes-in-illusive-night-in-inhuman-4.html' title='&quot;Shapes in the Illusive Night&quot; in INHUMAN #4'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-2034825589203445784</id><published>2009-09-07T17:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:47:20.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belabored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SqV942y2h_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qBVRVTQc6bY/s1600-h/100_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SqV942y2h_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qBVRVTQc6bY/s400/100_0650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378843745698875378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...mostly in a good way. Lots of activity keeping me busy — most notably, the possibility of a new short story collection and a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; audio drama script. Deadlines, as always, are a bit tight. Keeps me focused, I reckon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Labor Day weekend, at least, has been fairly relaxing. On Friday night, next-door neighbors Paul &amp;amp; Jamie and friend David Foxworth went out on an excellent night-caching run to Lake Higgins. Love hitting the trail to find night caches; such unique character and atmosphere. Then, Saturday, Paul accompanied me to Martinsville for a big caching trip. Stayed at my mom's, found caches in Danville, Martinsville, and Eden; hiked, hiked, and hiked; then we did some hiking. Holy cows...the feetses were a little sore. But then today, went with Paul and his lovely wife Jamie to Gibson Park, over near High Point, and hiked...hiked...hiked...and hiked — yes, you guessed it, for a passel of caches. Undertook numerous enjoyable terrain challenges, found some cool loot, and drank a few beers. No complaints about any of that. Not one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feetses, though, kinda ache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-2034825589203445784?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/2034825589203445784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=2034825589203445784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/2034825589203445784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/2034825589203445784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/09/belabored.html' title='Belabored...'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SqV942y2h_I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qBVRVTQc6bY/s72-c/100_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-329234307242429532</id><published>2009-08-29T10:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:57:03.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSE OF THE PHARAOH Available for Pre-Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" target="_blank" href="http://www.bigfinish.com/9-Dark-Shadows-Curse-of-the-Pharaoh"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/5375_120678019758_763759758_2190333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The newest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; audio drama,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Curse of the Pharaoh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which I wrote for Big Finish Productions, is now up for pre-order: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.bigfinish.com/9-Dark-Shadows-Curse-of-the-Pharaoh"&gt;DS: COTP&lt;/a&gt;. Should be out within the next few weeks; if this one follows the manner of previous releases, when you order the CD, you also get to download it for free so you can listen to it as soon as it's available. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Curse of the Pharaoh&lt;/span&gt; stars original TV series cast members &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Barrett &lt;/span&gt;as Carolyn Stoddard and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marie Wallace&lt;/span&gt; as Egyptologist Gretchen Warwick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very reasonably priced at $13.00, and Big Finish is very good about shipping items promptly. The audio dramas are stand-alone productions, but having prior knowledge of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; storyline doesn't hurt, of course. On the whole, Big Finish has outdone themselves on the production of these, with great performances, sound effects, and new music. Needless to say, I recommend 'em. For more info on the story, you can check out the preview page on my Web site: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.stephenmarkrainey.com/dspharaoh.htm"&gt;Dark Shadows: Curse of the Pharaoh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-329234307242429532?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/329234307242429532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=329234307242429532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/329234307242429532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/329234307242429532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/curse-of-pharaoh-available-for-pre.html' title='CURSE OF THE PHARAOH Available for Pre-Order'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-8414808473746564640</id><published>2009-08-23T12:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:01:21.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters, Music, and Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SpFzWwa4XrI/AAAAAAAAANI/feUYS9shMzo/s1600-h/guilala08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SpFzWwa4XrI/AAAAAAAAANI/feUYS9shMzo/s400/guilala08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373202665221676722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in July, a couple of aging juvenile delinquents who weren't able to travel to Chicago to attend G-Fest (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Godzilla, &lt;/span&gt;of course) got together for a mini G-Fest here at home. Mr. Bill Mann and I watched few daikaiju flicks and exchanged a relatively large number of phrases and sentences—at least a few of them immaculately constructed—on the subject of giant monsters. We enjoyed the whole business so much we decided that we could stand to do it again. So yesterday, we did this thing, adding to the guest list one Mr. Wayne Miller (whose extraordinary artwork graces the cover of my fiction collection, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Other Gods, &lt;/span&gt;among many other books and periodicals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We partook of some gems and some things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other,&lt;/span&gt; including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Godzilla: Final Wars, Attack of the Crab Monsters,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster X Strikes Back: Attack the G8 Summit! &lt;/span&gt;I've seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Godzilla: Final Wars &lt;/span&gt;many times now, and I find it an almost perfectly balanced film: for its every excellent aspect, it features another that is correspondingly abysmal.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Attack of the Crab Monsters&lt;/span&gt; is a hoot, and probably the most enjoyable of the bunch. It was nice to see the thing in its entirety after having slept through portions of it when it ran on late-night TV a couple of years back (&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2007/12/killer-crabs_9027.html"&gt;Crab Attack&lt;/a&gt;). As for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster X Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt;...occasionally, it had us in stitches, though most of the time we pretty much gaped in horror at what had been wrought. I mean, goodness gracious me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was food in abundance here, and the monsters were free to eat as much of it as we could catch. It was another fine time, so I foresee yet another Mini G-Fest over the not-so-distant horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to Winston-Salem to catch my brother perform a show at the Garage (same venue where my friend Kim and I occasionally make noise). Lots of good music and company. Ended the evening by going caching on my way home—and as has become typical for my urban cache outings, particularly this late-night stuff, I had the pleasure of explaining geocaching to a sheriff's deputy. She was very thorough in checking me out (which I consider a reasonable thing—it means the police are doing their jobs), but also very understanding and quite taken with the idea of caching. Perhaps we have another convert. Anyhoo, got in about 2:00 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A.M.&lt;/span&gt;, after a most gratifying day. Every now and then, it just pays to have one of these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-8414808473746564640?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/8414808473746564640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=8414808473746564640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8414808473746564640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/8414808473746564640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/mini-g-fest-ii.html' title='Monsters, Music, and Mayhem'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/SpFzWwa4XrI/AAAAAAAAANI/feUYS9shMzo/s72-c/guilala08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-6382274137856723587</id><published>2009-08-21T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:45:29.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/So9YaHC5_lI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZMBnUbRmwQA/s1600-h/IMG_3651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/So9YaHC5_lI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZMBnUbRmwQA/s400/IMG_3651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372610086067371602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/So9YBaphsII/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rsjn7OMuh88/s1600-h/IMG_3652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/So9YBaphsII/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rsjn7OMuh88/s400/IMG_3652.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372609661832900738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure who opened the floodgates, but in recent days, our place seems to have become a feral cat hotel. Three or four started coming around a couple of months ago, including a white Persian who is wilder and more ornery than a mountain lion (see pic above). Another one was obviously pregnant, but we haven't seen her in quite a while, and we hoped she might have managed to find greener pastures. Well...who knows...but three kittens suddenly appeared on our back porch the other day, and the white Persian—who is obviously not the mother but possibly the father—seems to have adopted the little things. They're such beautiful critters, but truly wild and very easily spooked; we really can't even get near them without them either running away or clawing us. I hate the idea of them starving to death, so we've started leaving some food out—yeah, I know, I know—but if it's even possible to round them up, I expect we'll have to get them to the Humane Society or something. It breaks my heart to see these animals abandoned and left to their own devices...and there are so many of them around now. The bad thing is that we're not in a position to take in more than the three cats we already have, and our spoiled domestics would certainly not mix well with these beasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-6382274137856723587?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/6382274137856723587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=6382274137856723587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/6382274137856723587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/6382274137856723587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/dammit.html' title='Dammit...'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/So9YaHC5_lI/AAAAAAAAANA/ZMBnUbRmwQA/s72-c/IMG_3651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-4599919886270749431</id><published>2009-08-16T21:08:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:30:45.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of a Kalem Klub</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Soiw0EnRexI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rUPIWQ23f2A/s1600-h/100_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Soiw0EnRexI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rUPIWQ23f2A/s400/100_0636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370736964277467922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joe "The Pulverizer" Pulver and Robert M. Price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Soiw7-emLHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0ZrBkRFzngs/s1600-h/100_0634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Soiw7-emLHI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0ZrBkRFzngs/s400/100_0634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370737100069416050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Price and Helix the Cat—a rare delicacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent an enjoyable weekend in Selma, NC, at the Price abode, which played host to Lovecraftian comrades-in-arms Joe Pulver and that Mr. Deathrealm dude. Good eats, good yakking, and good DVDs, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mist&lt;/span&gt; and a biopic of H. P. Lovecraft, which featured the likes of Peter Straub, Neil Gaiman, Caitlin Kiernan, Ramsey Campbell, John Carpenter, Stuart Gordon, and Mr. Price himself. Not as much sleep happening as most old farts prefer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 44 caches grabbed betwixt coming and going. Most satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was also the 23&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rd&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary for Mrs Death and me. We did manage to get in some quality time together and lament the senseless death of so many years. How do these horrific things happen, one must wonder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-4599919886270749431?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/4599919886270749431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=4599919886270749431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/4599919886270749431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/4599919886270749431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/kind-of-kalem-klub.html' title='Kind of a Kalem Klub'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Soiw0EnRexI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rUPIWQ23f2A/s72-c/100_0636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-65062072205283585</id><published>2009-08-13T15:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:55:14.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Find the Horror...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shroudpublishing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNjBgIWlSIY/SB9VAna_ijI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WeYzml2yKKg/S220/SHROUD%2BISSUE%2B3%2BCOVER.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A short while back, Tim Deal of Shroud Publications asked several author/geocachers around the country to place geocaches containing some nice Shroud-related prizes. It's a neat idea, so I was happy to contribute one of the hides. It's #4, titled "Crowley," and it's located...not too far from where I reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and find it...if you dare. The coordinates for all the caches may be found here: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://shroudpublishing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shroud Publications' Find the Horror&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hints are included. If you're looking for Crowley and need help, drop me a line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-65062072205283585?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/65062072205283585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=65062072205283585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/65062072205283585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/65062072205283585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/find-em.html' title='Find the Horror...'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-3725257718155969043</id><published>2009-08-09T12:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:26:56.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Young 'Uns</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Sn8DPz-diII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MPD2bcUyIzc/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Sn8DPz-diII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MPD2bcUyIzc/s400/candle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368012851034032258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pleasant weekend visit from Allison, our young'un, and her friend Larry. Watched a couple of Asian gore flicks—Takashi Miike's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ichi the Killer&lt;/span&gt; and a Thai rip-off of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ju-On&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sick Nurses&lt;/span&gt;—neither of which were very good, but provided reasonably entertaining diversions during the evening. For her birthday, Mrs Death had gotten a 90-inch inflatable pool, which is a weird damned thing, but we lounged in it last night and rather enjoyed it. Good eating, a spot of drinking (for some—no names mentioned—more than a spot), and good weather made for a right relaxing weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also posted a few of auctions on Ebay that might be of interest to horror and giant monster fans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=110422413407"&gt;Three classic issues of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whispers &lt;/span&gt;magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=110422424646"&gt;Five issues of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;item=110422428624"&gt;Five &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Toho SF/Godzilla&lt;/span&gt; books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-3725257718155969043?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/3725257718155969043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=3725257718155969043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/3725257718155969043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/3725257718155969043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/young-uns.html' title='Young &apos;Uns'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SEZlDW9Z4Q8/Sn8DPz-diII/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MPD2bcUyIzc/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-2472518621125594378</id><published>2009-08-06T22:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:50:40.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of the Racket...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;...from open-mic night at The Garage, Winston-Salem, NC, 8-5-09. Kim Murphy and that dude performing Tindersticks' "Traveling Light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5soAhaz7Zu4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5soAhaz7Zu4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better quality here, though the first minute of the song is truncated: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrv2wnfCWFk"&gt;Traveling Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-2472518621125594378?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/2472518621125594378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=2472518621125594378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/2472518621125594378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/2472518621125594378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/bit-of-racket_06.html' title='A Bit of the Racket...'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2667620598366061914.post-7648104576039705183</id><published>2009-08-02T16:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:19:22.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Interview in VORTEX Magazine</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vortexmag.com/magazine/VM-06/default.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/damnedrodan/vortex_iv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vortex&lt;/span&gt; magazine interviewed me a few weeks ago about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Shadows: Curse of the Pharaohs,&lt;/span&gt; the new audio drama script I wrote for Big Finish Productions. The issue is now out, and the online version (PDF) can be found here: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://vortexmag.com/magazine/VM-06/default.html"&gt;Rainey Days&lt;/a&gt; (the interview begins on page 12). The audio drama is due to be released later this month, and stars Nancy Barrett as Carolyn Stoddard and Marie Wallace as Professor Gretchen Warwick. Can't say much about the storyline, but it involves Egyptology, love and revenge, and the Great Old Ones. More on that soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2667620598366061914-7648104576039705183?l=stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/feeds/7648104576039705183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2667620598366061914&amp;postID=7648104576039705183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/7648104576039705183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2667620598366061914/posts/default/7648104576039705183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephenmarkrainey.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-interview-in-vortex-magazine.html' title='New Interview in VORTEX Magazine'/><author><name>Mark Rainey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10338247201048681867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17382882828140130412'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>