Sunrise, April 11, 2025.

Sidewalk graffiti near my home, late-1957 or early 1958. I've no idea who Bill Sperry was. Probably around 13 back then, he'd be around 80 today. If he's still with us, I wonder if he remembers how, on a day long ago in a time and world long-vanished, he immortalized himself.

Sunset from last February.

"Heaven-A-Mania's runnin' WILD, Brotherrrrr!" R.I.P. Hulk Hogan.

Happy 59th Anniversary to "Star Trek," and Happy 52nd Anniversary to "Star Trek: The Animated Series."

"Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no moon has gone before." (Happy Space 1999 50th Anniversary!)

How many uncounted nights, uncounted centuries, The Ancient One has gazed up in awe at the stars, the constellations, the other wonders of the night sky, the Heavens, he has no idea. All he does know is that each one of those nights has been, for him, a cherished blessing.

Every night for half of a century, the solitary antenna, pointed skyward, far out in the middle of nowhere, listened patiently for the slightest whisper, the slightest hint, of intelligent life Out There. And then, one night...

Halloween Full Moons, Past and Future: 1906, 1925, 1944, 1955, 1974, 1993, 2001, 2020, 2039, 2058, 2077, 2096.

Image of Horror Hill from the opening credits of "Milton The Monster" (1965). Perhaps appropriate at this time of year.

Another long-familiar person from my childhood has departed. R.I.P. June Lockhart.

From The Witch Head Nebula and The Witch: Have a Happy Halloween!

On a Moony Sheen, It's HALLOWEEN!

Although his professional wrestling career ended forty years earlier, his Belly-to-Belly Suplex technique came in handy that Christmas.

R.I.P. Brigette Bardot.

Make me a sergeant and gimme the booze! Make me a sergeant and gimme the booze!

Peanuts, January 10, 1969.

To me, the funniest ever Laurel and Hardy sequence.