This is a cautionary tale of a young boy who, despite all warnings went up against a fabled beast. The beast was a filled with hot air and it’s scales are a made from a mixture of nylon & ployester oxford. This tale begins on a warm sunny Saturday and everyone was getting ready for a birthday festivity. The day started off normal and relaxed, unaware of the battle to come.
So we all went to a family’s house for a birthday party and they rented out a bouncy house for the kids (and adults lets be honest hahaha). Everything was going rather well and everyone was having fun. Lots of food, drinks and the kids we’re all playing the bouncy house. We then opened gifts for the birthday boy, followed with cake as you do. Then everyone went back to playing.
While we putting some of the larger gifts together and talking. I was told that my son had hurt himself… Looking ahead, I can see that he was cry and his arm was just hanging down to his side. Thinking he might have dislocated it or messed up some of his muscles. After getting him to stop crying long enough to tell me what had happened. We put some ice on his shoulder where he said it hurt and he was fully able to tell us what he did.
It seems that at some point of playing around. He thought it would be a good idea to do a front flip from the bouncy house opening to the slide that was build on. Not being able to stick the landing the way he wanted too. He did land on his arm and bend it backwards… After he was able to move, we took him the the local ER to see if there was more damage than we were seeing.
I believe we were at the ER for almost 3 hours. They did some x-rays and found that he did brake his arm and pulled a few muscles. They gave him a shot small of morphine to help with his pain and put a splint/sling on him. He did have nurse that was hilarious and had a number of dad jokes/dark jokes. Which is right up my son alley, Odin knows that kids loves his bad jokes hahaha. I have to say that kid on morphine is something to see hahaha. He did not stop talking and so, SO MANY JOKES. I wish I got it on video, just to focused on getting everyone home.
So far he is doing better, sleeping is a bit of a challenge sometimes. So there is a lot of napping haha.
Now this story is rather near and dear to my heart and I know I have shared it a number of times. I know on a few podcasts and I know I wrote a rather water down telling of it for Wizard World Comic Con, where this event took place.
So here is the history behind this story, that lead to me calling Shatner old and Shartner getting me into trouble with my Dad. Lets rewind to the date June 11, 1968 at Franklin Reservoir right above Los Angeles. My Grandpa was working Forrest Service at the time and helped maintain production and the security for the filming areas. The episode that was being filmed was Star Trek (TOS): The Paradise Syndrome. My Grandpa brought my Dad along over the time of the shot and he got to meet the cast & crew.
The plot of this episode follows Kirk, Spock, and McCoy beam down into an idyllic location next to a lake on the planet Amerind, reminiscent of the American Pacific Coast. Kirk remarks on the “duplication” of the planet’s evolution as compared to Earth, while McCoy notes the beauty of the flora. They come upon an obelisk, the Obelisk, covered with unknown alien symbols. Spock notes that the obelisk is “an alien metal of some kind, an alloy resistant to probe.” Even the age is beyond the tricorder’s ability to date. Spock examines the symbols but can offer no insight into their meaning. He speculates that to build such a monument would require a civilization equal to or beyond the Federation’s ability. McCoy brands the planet “an enigma.”
The trio only has thirty minutes to explore the surface before leaving the planet. They return to the lake and look across at a village which houses an indigenous, Native American-like tribe that is “a mixture of Navajo, Mohican, and Delaware” characteristics, according to Spock. Kirk feels it is similar to discovering a mythic lost society like Atlantis or Shangri-La. McCoy suggests contacting the natives to warn them, but is discouraged by Spock. An asteroid is on a direct course towards the planet. The thirty minute restriction on exploration was to allow them to return to the ship in time to make the journey to a deflection point. As the time on the planet draws to a close, they return to the obelisk. On the way, Kirk remarks on the simplicity of life for the natives. McCoy diagnoses him with Tahiti Syndrome. Before the landing party returns to the USS Enterprise, Kirk climbs up onto the platform at the base of the obelisk and flips open his communicator. A trap door slides open and drops Kirk into a chamber. He falls down some stairs and begins to pull himself up, accidentally leaning onto a control panel. As he regains his footing, energy tendrils strike out from the panel, immobilizing him and finally leaving him slumped across the controls.
I remember some of the stories that my Dad would tell me about this period in time. Said everyone was beyond nice and super lay back. One story he told me was when he met Deforest Kelly for the first time. While my Dad was getting an autograph from Kelly, he asked what his name was. Told him DeForrest and it was quickly followed with, “They named you that too!? Poor bastard.”. For the rest of the production, they would make jokes about their names and would have later run ins with each other.
Now we fast forward to about 2003 in Ventura California. My Dad gave me his autographs from Star Trek, plus number of other ones from John Wayne, Clint Eastwood, etc. So naturally I put them all in a save place. Later in 2008 I would move back to Oregon and I converted my garage into a art studio/nerd den. I had them on the walls for everyone to see. It was around this time I was a single parent and working evenings. So I would hire babysitters. One day, my normal sitter could not make and said her friend would cover for her. It wasn’t till after a few days I noticed that my Shatner, Kelly and Nimoy were missing.
All I had were the pictures of my Dad and the cast. So I went through everything in the house and even called up the sitter to see if she can get a hold of her friend or at least seen them. After an hour or so, I get a call back saying that they haven’t seen them and didn’t know where they were… So now I’m pissed that some how are now missing and someone is lying about it. I didn’t have the heart to tell about my Dad about this and manage to keep it hidden from him for a number for years. So I made it a mission to rebuild my dad’s collection, no matter the cost. Fast forward a few months and some how while I was clean things up in the garage. I found the DeForest Kelly autograph… So with some renewed hope I kept digging and clean thing. I did find the paper that Nimoy signed, but it was only the part that said “Greetings Spock”. Still couldn’t find the actual autograph and Shanter was lost.
So I kept my search going till February 27, 2015 and that is when Nimoy passed away. Sadly now everyone is selling and jacking up the prices on his autographs. Now I have no way to ever meet him, I look towards Shatner to help at least finish this quest. Now fast forward to February 22, 2016 at Wizard World Comic Con in Portland Oregon. While working at this Comic Con, I was able to meet William Shatner. I should note a few days before, my Dad had a heart attack. While I was going to cancel everything and drive down to California where he was. He talked me out of it, said that he feels okay and that he’ll be in surgery for the next few days. So I stayed and finished my work and made plans to drive down and see him after that weekend.
So here I am waiting to see Shatner and nervous beyond all belief. I had both my kids with me at this event as well and they wanted to meet Captain Kirk. As we walk to Shatner, we introduce ourselves and I start telling him about how he met my Father and Grandpa awhile back in the 60s. He lit up and said that he remembers that episode and meeting my family. He then looked down and ask who we have here? I had Jackson and Lilly introduce themselves and told him that he now had met four generations of my family. Realizing that I just called him old I tried to backtrack a bit. After a few jokes about age and being rather embarrass, I told him about the stolen/lost autographs and what I was trying to do in rebuilding the collection. He then asked about my Dad and how he was doing, I told him that he just recently had a heart attack and is in recovery. He then asked if he was able to talk with him… Shocked I said I will call and see.
My Dad picked up the phone and I told him that someone wanted to talk with him. Giving the phone to Shatner. “Is this Jason’s Father? This is William Shanter.”. All I can hear over the was a laugh and “shut up”. They talked for a number of minutes.. Now I would like to mention here that I didn’t tell Shatner about my Dad not knowing I lost the autographs. Because why would I think that shatner would ever bring it up or let alone tell my Dad. Nope… My dumbass stood there in horror as Shatner told him why I was there and what I was trying to do. Then I hear, “Oh, you didn’t know about that?”. Shatner looks at me and says ,”Oops.” They say their goodbyes and gives me the phone. “Your Father wants to talk with you.”…. Great, now I’m in trouble.
On the phone with my Dad said while this was cool and awesome on what I was trying to do. We will talk later about the autographs and pictures. Great… After I hung up, Shatner said sorry, not sorry with a smile. He signed my picture and we all said goodbye… Now sadly on February 27, 2016 my Dad passed away. We never got to have that talk. It’s also odd that he died on the same day as Nimoy, one year apart. How everything came full circle with Star Trek. So currently I am still missing Nimoy’s autograph and still hunting for one. While I was moving I found Shatner’s original autograph stuck to the bottom of an art box. Which makes this whole thing is odd. Because they were all hanging on the wall and then thrown everywhere. Something happened to them and I may never know what happened. But it did cause a great story and quest line that is still kinda open. I still need to find my Spock.
What is funny… I had all these ideas on what talk about and write out. But once I got to the title of these post, just looking at the 2020.. Made my mind go blank, and this overwhelming stress began to creep in. Trying rather hard to look at the positive events that did happen in this year. This has been a long year slow, dreadful year. I remember in the beginning of 2020 things were looking up, I got promoted the year before and money was no longer a issue. We had made an number of plans for the year, started to save for things. Even at one point we were looking at get a house. Kids were doing good in school and healthy.
But that changed towards the end of January and all of February. I remember when we first hear about COVID-19 was at work. At the time it was mostly in Asia and we didn’t really worry to much about it. Then we heard the news of it hitting the UK hard. I remember we had a meeting about what to do if COVID came here. While some were in denial and some tried to throw out some ideas. It all turned out to be folly. Come March we shut down the restaurant for a few weeks to see how things go. Those few weeks turn to months and I found myself out of a job. After about a month of digging into the savings, I was finally approved for unemployment. Even with that , sadly money was a issue again. School shut down and the kids and myself found ourselves stuck at home. Not being able to travel or see some love ones. We tried to make the best of what we can.
I know in the past I have made some post about the kids and a few of the events going on. But I have to say I was rather shocked on how well the kids handled it all. My oldest would video chat or text with her friends, lots of crafts haha. My youngest he would video chat and was still able to play with his friends over a number of video games. At least over the summer things lighten up just a little to where they were able to have a friend over or a sleep over. But that too was short lived. We soon found ourselves sticking to our inner circle of family and friends. People who we knew that kept things clean and followed the CDC guidelines .
Then the Oregon fires hit..
My parents and siblings lived in Talent, Oregon. That whole town was leveled by fire. I remember the phone call I got from my Mom and sister, telling me that they were being evacuated and saying that the house was gone. That all the other homes were on fire around as well. After a few hours of hearing nothing from them and realizing that everything in their is gone was a hard pill to swallow. Once I did hear back, I picked up my sister to stay with us for a few days. So our parents could figure out what they needed to do. While this was going on, the kids other set of grandparents were having health problems and were able to have people over anymore do to being high risk of COVID. So the kids were not about to see any family most of the summer. We did get to have one get together on the fourth of July with my side of the family. Even made plans for Thanksgiving with them, sadly that turned out to be a pipe dream.
Some good news came from the fires, that my parents home was saved. The firefighters were able to save the house with some damage. But that was the beginning of a longer journey for them to get back into the house. Sadly some of my old friends weren’t so lucky and lost everything. So for the next month or so I was watching all the channels and keeping up to date on where the fires were. Because we were now in the circle of burning neighboring towns and everything was covered in ash. Sky was red and dark…
Then the rains came and all but stopped the fires. On the heels of that, we were going into the new school years and school was shut down. They were now at home learning and had to set them for that. So now I am at home worrying about money, keeping the house in order, making sure the kids have what they need, part time teacher/tech support and Dad.. At some point in all this craziness, my Mom got COVID from someone at work and she had to stay away from everyone. So after a number of tests and a couple of weeks, she is now doing better. But at this point we are all quarantine and can’t do anything.
Still out of a job and getting unemployment, luckily my girlfriend still had her job going. Otherwise I think we would have been in some trouble. So Halloween was shot, we just bought a bunch of candy and watched horror movies. Thanksgiving was now a small group of family and we still had Christmas to get to.
Now comes a topic I’ve been wanting to write about for awhile now. But I had to wait to I got the okay from my lawyer. Some of my close friends and family know I have been in a rather interesting custody battle. So while all this events were happening in 2020, I was fighting for my kids. I sadly can’t get into much detail.. But it as been a cause for much stress, headaches, tears and worry. To be truthful this legal battle should have been over with months and months ago. But with someone postponing and COVID, the court date kept getting pushed back. Hopefully this will come to a end this year. I know the kids want this to be done with. I know I want this done with, the families want this done with. The fact is too, I have been dealing with for years, it wasn’t till 2018 where I finally got legal help. Needless to say I have a better understanding of the laws now and beyond grateful for the help they have given me.
So now we are at the end of the year now. We were able to get a number of gifts for the kids and family. Also for the past year I have been planning on proposing to my girlfriend. I’ve talked with my kids about it, to see how they feel about. I think there were a at least 5 different conversations about it over the year. Both of were rather excited about the idea and happy. This is something that was important to me and I wanted to make sure the kids didn’t have any problems with it. Specially with everything going on.. So after talking with my girlfriend’s parents about it, they were more than happy to give their blessing. Aside note, my girlfriend and I had talked around October. Saying that we weren’t going to get each other gifts this year and save that money for a trip or something down the road. To mostly focus on the kids and family members. I had gotten the ring before hand hahaha. So this was going to be a shock to her. On Christmas Eve after all the gifts were open, I proposed to my girlfriend(now fiancee). Luckily my oldest got it on video hahaha.
So 2020 ended on a high note, at least for myself. While I am looking forward to 2021, I am not holding my breath for things to get better. We are trying to plan a wedding and yet make back up plans in case those plans don’t work. School is still currently at home,…. So I will end this post with one of my favorite quotes by Gandalf:
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
So earlier today I was getting ready to work in the yard. Went to grab my hat that was on the bookshelve. I knocked over the family Bible that was given to me by my Dad. A little history about this book first… I am not a vary religious person, but one of the main reasons why I keep this Bible around is the family history and the memories that are inside these pages. The Bible itself dates back to 1939 and was a gift to my Grandpa Roberts from his father, my Great Grandfather.
The information that my Grandpa kept in here was amazing. There is family history dating back to August 22nd 1840. What I have in my hands is over a hundred and eighty years of Roberts, Elliott, Murphy family history in this book.
I have dates from when people were born and died. There is even marriages and divorce dates. To my amazement there is even SSNs.. The last entry was my date of birth and some of my events that happen when I was a child.
But back to the story of me knocking over a 180 year time bomb earlier today. When the book hit the ground, I quickly picked it up to make sure everything was okay. Then this folded piece of paper fell out of it. It was hidden behind the binding that the Bible was placed around it. Setting the book aside, I very so gently unfolded the paper. It almost feels like it’s going to turn to ash, it’s so old. I see writing and realize it was my Grandmother’s handwriting. There was two pages. One was a love poem and prayer for my Grandpa. The second was a letter explaining the poem and prayer.
Given the events and time line this letter was written. This was during World War 2, while my Grandpa was over in Europe. This letter was to give him comfort and to remind him of home. Grandma’s hope was that he would look at this letter and remember their love for each other, and the life they have together. To remember what is waiting for him when he returns. My Grandpa had this Bible with him every Sunday or around his person at all times.
I remember him always writing in it and reading. Never fully understanding what he was writing in it. But I did know it was important. It wasn’t till my Dad showed me this family Bible we both realized the importance of this book for our family. Now the book has been past down to me and I have been trying everything to restore and save the stories/paperwork. A lot of it is so old, it’s just falling apart. I had to share this with someone, I thought it was rather cool to get a glimpse of my Grandparents personal life.
October is one of my favorite months, not just because my birthday happens to fall on the 21st. But it’s when the seasons starts to change and Halloween of course. But in recent years there has been an element of sadness that occurs. The 23rd of October happens to be my Father’s birthday and with his passing, it really hasn’t been the same. With our birthdays always a day apart we always picked the 22nd to have a big party. But now I have this mixed emotion of happiness and sadness of remember of once was. That is also why way I have haven’t been on here for a few days/week. Just needed some family time and some time to take my mind of this (didn’t work haha).
But that not way I wanted to share this “Story Time” with you. My Grandfather always had a habit or routine and did not deviate from these at all. The saying, “can’t teach an old dog new tricks” comes in to mind with him hahaha. I’ve learned so much from that man, I wouldn’t want to change him anyways. Between my Grandfather and my Father, I become a jack of all trades and for that I am grateful.
But there is one habit that my Grandfather always did and it drove my Grandmother NUTS! He would always have a kleenex on him. Always in his pocket, used or unused haha. Sadly my Father and myself picked up this habit as well HAHAHA and I now know why it drove my Grandma nuts. You forget about them and when you go to wash your cloths, they fall apart. Get into everything, specially once you get into the dryer.
At some point after my Grandfather’s passing in January 13, 2001. My Father and his sisters was going through his stuff, I was traveling from Oregon to Ventura, California to be with the family. But unknown to me, my Father found one the fabled snot rags in one of his vest pockets. Now you fast forward February 27, 2016, sadly this would be the day my Father would die. Once again I find myself traveling from Oregon to California to be with family and help with funeral. When it became time to go through my Father’s things… I have to stop right here and explain that my Father or I should say the Roberts family has a weird sense of humor or an idea of what is important to keep as to remember someone. My Father was the worst one out of all of use. That man never through anything away, specially when it came to family items. For that I am beyond grateful, because I’ve spent a number of year building the family history.
Okay back to the story! While I was going through my Father’s things, I came across an envelope with his writing on it.
If you can’t read it, it says,”My Dad’s last paper towel, he would always hang on to one of these things. I found this in his vest pocket. I can’t bring myself to put it in the trash… Sorry. -Woody”
My Father left me so many little note through out his stuff, explaining why he did things. Or what to do with them once he passed, or even how to take care of some items. Now you fast forward to now October 27, 2020 and I still have this envelope. It is now two decades old… I have this two decades old snot rag that I can’t throw away. Why? Because it reminds me of my Grandfather and my Father’s weird sense of what is important. So now I am making a shadow box with all the little things like this. I’m thinking about calling it The Weird Odysseys of the Roberts Family. HAHAHAHA good lord, TWO DECADES, count them! 20 years of holding a family heirloom of snot.. I bet this we a sick joke to see if I would keep it. That seems like something my Father would do.
Story time/Posts of Blood/reblog: I believe I have shared this story a few times in a number podcasts I’ve done over the years. But I don’t think I’ve wrote about it yet.
The movie Tremors as odd as it sounds has become vary near and dear to my heart. When I was younger, my Father worked with a college who his building as a sister campus. One of the rooms had a huge TV almost a mini theater if you would. About one a month or every other month, we would have a movie night there and order a lot of pizza, etc.
One day we rented Tremors because we hadn’t seen it yet. We fell in love with it haha. Later on the second one came out and another movie called Deep Rising. At that point started calling Worm Fest. As more Tremors movie kept coming out the more we added to the list.
So many great memories and times we shared. To this day I continued the tradition with my kids and friends. This something started by my Father and I and I hope my kids will keep this going. Now that we have new Tremors movie out now, it’s time to start the new year Worm Fest again!
But now that I’ve shared that with you. Please check this other post that triggered this is the memory. HMM Day 22 – Tremors
The balance of gore and feel good attitude is a perfect concoction for people that aren’t necessarily hard core horror fanatics like you and me. But that isn’t to say the movie is a baby class kind of horror flick.
So this story time take place at Wizard World Portland Comic Con. I believe this is the Feb. 2019 event.. Before the dark times… Now I would like to state this story also shows how great the staff is at Wizard World and the people are a whole.
So just about every year I am hired to do media coverage for the Portland Wizard World Comic Con. The last couple of times I was about to bring my kids along and show them a great time. This last convention and like always I go over the maps with the kids. Where to meet up if we get lost or who should we talk to if we do become lost.
We had been there for a couple of hours already and I had finished with a interview. we were going to take a small break and look around the merchandise and comics. Me and my son were looking at the swords and Funko. At which point my daughter asked me to come over and look at something she wanted. It really wasn’t that far, just right around the corner of the stall. I told my son to follow me and stay close.
Once my daughter and I were done paying for her loot. I looked over to see my son wasn’t there. I wanted back to where we were and he was there. with a small amount of panic, I started walking over to the walls to see if I can find a staff member, this is also where I told the kids to go if something like this happened. It’s away from everyone.
As soon as I turn the corner I see one of the staff ladies walking with my son to the last known where we here. I walked over and see that my son was crying a little bit and worried. The staff member told me what happened. Seems that my son answered me, but really wasn’t watching where I was going. As he was locked in on the swords. When he realized that we where not around anymore, he started walking to the wall and was trying to find a staff member. But he found Deadpool instead and asked he could help him find someone. From there they found the current staff member.
She said he was smart and brave in the way he acted. After a few laughs we said thank you, but not right before we got a picture with Deadpool haha.
Over all it was really good convention and the Wizard World staff was amazing and super helpful. I don’t think they get enough coverage or talked about in most conventions, as most of the spot lights are on the artists and movie icons. I can’t wait for 2021 comic con!
It’s now 2:53am…. Everyone it’s sleep. But me.. Why you ask? The damn cats, well one of them at least. I was laying in bed all snuggling in and right about to fall asleep. Then I hear this heavy thud and run. More banging around.. I was going to try and ignore it, but he did something new. He started scratching at the door in a frantic manner and meowing.
Then more banging. So I get up thinking I’m going to yell at a cat. But I stop at the door before opening it and had a split second thought. A “what if” thought.. So I grab my hunting knife just in case. There was a lot of movement out there and the cat seemed so freaked out. So I open the door and look.
Everything is quite and still.. All silence.. I walked down the hall and see one of the chairs it’s knock over, my bills and papers all over the floor. Trash can knocked over (thank Odin we have a lock in it.) and look over and see the cat. Completely fluffed out and looking down the hall, looking pass me. I see our second cat sit on top of the couch, doing the same thing.
I look over and see nothing. Their eyes were wide and locked down the hall. Again I see nothing, I look in all the rooms, doors are lock, check on the kids. Everyone is asleep…. So I walk back and clean up the mess. I pick up the cats and brush them for a minute. They seem to return to normal, everything is all quite. So I try to go back to sleep… NOPE! With all random action and leaving things in a bewilderment state. I was now wide awake..
So here I am write you this little story, in hopes it’ll make me sleepy. If not, I’ll wait for two hours till my girlfriend gets up for work and make her some breakfast. This whole thing is weird, and unusual for the cats to do. I know my son asked me why the cat was scratching at their door a few nights ago. I thought it was odd, because they don’t do that. But I didn’t think much of it.. At least till tonight Haha. I kinda want to set up cameras and see what goes on at night.