The (New & Improved) HYENA KITCHEN

As we move through our lives, we mark the places we go and the people that change us on a big map that exists in the back corner of our memory, behind the stacks of old comics we wish we'd never thrown away and the boxes of regrets that we wish we could. We really take note of the people on that map when we lose them. They are on there for a reason and when they're gone, we note that loss. This past week, has me revisitng that dark corner, as we lost Fess Parker, Peter Graves, and Robert Culp. As a kid I watched (and played, I admit it) Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone, as well as Mission Impossible (any time I could lay my hands on my Dad's mini reel-to-reel). Both actors are well represented in my DVD collection as well as my memories. Years ago I found out that Fess was making a persaanl appearance to promote one of his new wines, and best friend in tow, we headed out and found ourselves alone with Fess Parker - yes, we were the only ones there. We talked about w

When I started writing short fiction, there was a huge stigma attached to self-publishing that went beyond the control of your product. It spoke the quality of the work itself, but I think the years and cyber world we find ourselves in have changed all of that, so small bits and pieces are going to start appearing here from time to time, not because they are unpublishable, but because I feel there is no real market and I want them read. So enjoy and feel free to comment, good or bad. Not Blue by James Patrick Lockett My eyes ache at the blue of the sky, They accuse me now of lying to them, for it is not the blue that they know. It is the blue of your eyes, that they only know. . . and miss. Now that they are gone, I fear my eyes will never again trust me. Copyright 2010. All Rights Reversed.

It has been a while, but to be honest I haven't had anything to say. But the blogging adventure is back- for now. So what bee has worked it's way under my perverbial bonnet today? I hear you ask. . . Well, in the wake of Jeff Bridges long overdue Oscar win, comes the news that after the long awaited TRON sequel, the Dude's next project will be a remake of the John Wayne classic True Grit . Yes, the Dude will be playing Marshal Reuben J. Cogburn. Now I love Jeff Bridges, great actor (and great guy,I had the pleasure of meeting him years ago on the set of Starman) and he more than capable of pulling this off, with a long history of westerns (my fav being Heaven's Gate) – but the project is being written and helmed by the Coen Brothers. No Country for Old Marshals? O Rooster, Where Art Thou? I think I have a problem with this. Can the Coen's adapt Charles Portis' novel (which is very close to the original film) without taking it too far afield? Can they dir

Welcome back Lone Reader (and thanks for finding) the all new and mildly improved HYENA KITCHEN -The Great White North location. All of the old posts (soon to be archieved here) are still viewable at www.hkitchen.blogspot.com . However, since the page won't let me back in via any known password I might have dreamed - the rants, reviews, obits, odd news story - and now short fiction and poetry - will continue and find a new voice (and hggsopefully a new reader or two) here. I promise to (try) and post on a more regular schedule and try not to let the Canadian surroundings temper my venom.