Musings on genre writing, waterfall wandering, and peak bagging in the South's wilderness areas.
Sunday, October 07, 2012
Writing and Blogging.
We were all amused by this sign on the trail to Chasm Lake. It's a popular trail into the high country with a grand view of "the Diamond", one of the sheer technical walls for climbers wishing to conquer Longs Peak. The Park Service wants those climbing into the tundra to either use the pair of vault toilets before going any further, or to take one of the free human waste bags and carry their feces down from the mountain and dispose of the hideous stuff far below in a trash receptacle. They don't want you to dump the bags in the vault toilets where they will just clog the system. Of course we all thought the poorly worded "Do Not Put Down Vault Toilet" warning was funny. As if the toilet was sensitive to criticism.
This is "The Diamond", the sheer cliff leading from Chasm Lake to the summit of Longs Peak. People scale that monster with cams and ropes and nerves of steel. I'm not into that stuff, but if it floats yer boat...
Sunday, March 07, 2010
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
B.K. Taylor
Whatever happened to B.K. Taylor?
When I was a teenager, I loved reading his contributions to the humor magazine, National Lampoon, which appealed to my brutish and primitive sense of what was funny. I have to say that I still have a brutish and primitive sense of what is funny, and I was curious about Mr. Taylor’s work.
Apparently, from what I’ve been able to glean from the internet, none of his particularly funny strips from Lampoon are available in book form. Which is a shame, because the material is truly good. I especially recall being amused by his “Timberland Tales”, and would love to read them again without having to dig up back issues of National Lampoon.
I did find one website with which he seems to be involved, but no other details. Someone told me that they think he does material for Mad Magazine and that he wrote, at least for a while, for some TV sitcoms.
When I was about nineteen, I met BK Taylor at the great old OrlandoCon run by Jim Ivey in the day. It was a really friendly comic convention packed into a small dealer’s room and accompanying panel rooms at the International Inn not far from the airport in Orlando, Florida. He’s one of the few artists/writers I ever approached to tell him how much I enjoyed his work. He thanked me and then told me that he was one of two BK Taylors who worked as a cartoonist, but that he was the funnier (and more talented) of the two. Whatever.Innyway, I was just thinking of the dude and wondering about his past, present, and future projects. His work made me laugh.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Most Reproduced Internet Image?



