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The Last Gamble of Doc Holliday By LT Brooks November 20, 2009

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Born in rural Georgia in the decade before the Civil War, John Henry Holliday led a hard life.  His father, only happy when he was a soldier, was miserable and took it out on John.  His mother developed consumption (what we call tuberculosis) when he was ten, just as the Civil War began.  His father went to fight for The Cause, leaving him to tend his mother.

When she died, the war had ended, the South lay in ruins, and young John was only happy in the presence of his charming cousin Mattie.  So off to Philadelphia he would go to become a dentist.  He planned to setup practice in Atlanta and marry Mattie, but that cough, the one that killed his mother, developed before he graduated.  John left Georgia – and tragically, Mattie – forever, heading west to practice dentistry and save his lungs.

It was in Dallas that “Doc” Holliday discovered his two true talents – gambling and gunslinging.  When he wasn’t fixing teeth, Doc could be found dealing faro, playing poker, or providing security for the railroads or Wells Fargo.

But despite most legends being mostly myth, a gunslinger develops a lot of enemies, and Doc was no exception.  He moved from Texas to Colorado to Dodge City, Kansas, north to the illegal mining camp at Deadwood, and eventually to Arizona.  Along the way, he picked up a persistent common law wife, best known as Katie Elder, who refused to leave his side.  He also became fast friends with Wyatt Earp and witnessed the murder of Wild Bill Hickock.  In Tombstone, he became a fugitive after the Earp families famous vendetta ride in the wake of the OK Corral shootout and its aftermath.  Eventually, he settled in Colorado, where he spent the last of his days trying to stay ahead of the consumption that killed his mother.

The Last Gamble of Doc Holliday is a well-researched novel that leans heavily on the truth, but weaves in myths that put Holliday in a positive light.  It should.  LT Brooks has written from Doc’s point-of-view.  Which is not to say she white-washes Holliday’s life story.  Holliday is long-suffering as a child and teen, driven as a dental student, but quick-tempered as an adult.  His tempestuous relationship with Kate Elder included a lot of mutual abuse, and sometimes, Holliday held a grudge.

Two things really stuck me with this book.  One was Holliday’s relationship with fellow gunslinger Bat Masterson.  The two never liked each other, according to Brooks, and yet the respect for each other was deep.  If one picked up the story midway without reading those early scenes between Holliday and Masterson in Dallas, one might suspect they were closer friends than Holliday and Earp were.

The other is the love story between Mattie and Doc.  The two never truly parted, though they never saw each other again since Doc left Georgia forever.  Mattie had and gave up their child and refused to marry again.  And yet the letters between them sustained each other through their trials over the years.

The jacket flap states that Brooks, whom I met in 2005 at a group book signing, was working on a second book.  If so, I’d like to see it.  She’s painted an intriguing portrait of one of the Old West’s most iconic figures.

Video Blog: Stalling Point November 19, 2009

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Drive-By Trolling November 18, 2009

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I see this on other blogs.  Here, not so much.  Someone writes a post.  Someone else posts a rather caustic comment.

Doesn’t sign his name.  If someone criticizes the commenter, he heaps on the personal attacks and often the indefensible arguments because, hey, you know nothing about him.  He’s unassailable.

There’s a word for that.  Troll.

Trolls, particularly when politics are discussed, like to get abusive.  Since they don’t sign their name, the only place you can attack them is on the very blog where they commented.  To which the troll’s response is “Well, it’s clear everyone here is kissing your ass/is a liberal pinko commie/fascist Bushista conservative/molests little bunnies while worshiping the Devil/etc.”

Of course, it’s in our nature to engage these idiots when attacked.  After all, we must defend ourselves.  Which is what they want.  They’ve just tossed a cyber-Molatov cocktail onto your blog, and now they want to watch the fireworks.  They also want the attention they can safely bask in behind that most pathetic of online ID’s, “Anonymous.”

My solution?

Delete.  Ban.  Blacklist.

Ignore.

So far, only three people are banned on this blog.  One is a guy with a history of libel and online abuse.  (I know.  I Googled him after he tried to pick a fight.  He’s been kicked out of more Internet sites than I’ve ever read.)  When I migrated over to WordPress, I decided to save myself the headache and typed his name into the blacklist.  Problem solved.

The other two?  These two geniuses (whom I suspect are actually the same person) worked for a check cashing place that “would be driven out of business, costing Ohio JOBS!” if people voted yes on cracking down on such places.  Their posts amounted to shouting down anyone who attacked their position.

Zap!

At least he signed his names.  As for his/their employer?  I pass two of their branches within two blocks of each other during my daily commute.  I’m mad.  I voted to put them out of business.

I’ve learned, after getting burned several times, the rule for trolls is “Do not engage.”  I haven’t been perfect in following that rule, but I do follow it.

My only personal trolling experience worth mentioning is a guy who decided to take a private spat public.  He posted some borderline slanderous comments while hiding behind an anonymous moniker, leaving enough clues to let me know who he was.  I chose not to engage.  The kicker was a guest blog post he wrote under his own name.  To his credit, he didn’t name me directly, but made it very clear that he wanted very much to apply for the job of my mortal nemesis.  (That position has not been created  and its functions have been outsourced to the customer service department at Time Warner Cable.)  What got on my nerves was his comment “Now he won’t even speak to me.”  Never mind that he’s never made an effort to, oh, I dunno.  Send an email? I’ve had the same public email address for six years now.

Wow.  Trolling on other people’s blogs.  And of course, never here.  Because I might do something like filter him out.  Which incidentally I never have.  Zapped his comments on the old blog, maybe, but I’ve even zapped my wife’s here.  Not so much anymore.  You really have to be trying hard to get kicked off these days or pimping nude pics of Vic Tayback for that to happen.  That falls under either the category of spammer or troll.  Spammers and trolls can get the hell of my lawn.

The thing is I know this guy.  All he had to do was man up and email me.  Better still, he could sign his real name or at least identify himself publicly.  All it would take is a backbone.

He didn’t, so I don’t engage.  The above is probably more attention than I should be giving him, but I wrote it to make a point.  I didn’t engage when I knew who it was, and I don’t normally engage when I don’t.

What brought on this little rant is actually another blogger, a friend, who, instead of using the ban button, decided to shut down and not deal with it anymore.  Ironically, the guy causing the trouble for him (also a friend) signed his name.  Even posted his home address.  The resident troll on the blog loved this.  Encouraged my friend to stay off teh intrawebs for a nice long time while sucking up to my other friend.  Never mind my other friend finds the troll annoying, too.

Still didn’t sign his name.  And forget that my two friends patched things up in short order.  This schmuck couldn’t keep his mouth shut and couldn’t sign his name.  Or maybe he did.  Some of the anti posts under “anonymous” had initials.  Somehow, I don’t think so.  Many of the anonymous posts still appeared unsigned.  And of course, curiosity got the better of me.  I got the itch.

Occasionally, that itch is too much, and I have to ask a troll why he even bothers harassing someone whose blog they don’t like?  I don’t like the TV show, I change the channel.  Don’t like the music?  Change the station or delete it off the player.  Don’t like the web site?  It’s a big Internet.  Point elsewhere.  Have to chime in and argue?  Sign my name.

Of course, signing your name, be it the one on your driver’s license, the Elton John to your Reggie Dwight, or just the cute little handle that pretty much is a beacon aimed at you for the rest of cyberspace to follow, takes balls.  Perfect strangers will know who you are.

And trolls never have a pair worth mentioning, if they have a pair at all.

SEX! November 17, 2009

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Nothing graphic.  Not going to give you any intimate details.  Suffice it to say if you’re a regular here, you already know who I like to have sex with.  But what of sex?  Why is it so mysterious?  So tempting yet so forbidden?

  • I never shared the common idea among my gender that women are notches on the bedpost.  If she doesn’t climax, it’s not really working for me, either.
  • Supermodels actually turn me off.  There’s a coldness about them, like you’d be sleeping with a mannequin.  Of course, most of what I see of supermodels is Photoshop trickery anyway, not a blemish or bulge in sight.  I can count the women I’ve seen in person like that on two hands.
  • Just remember, you might be taking Megan Fox to bed, but you may be waking up with Shannon Dougherty.  And she doesn’t want a lousy bowl of Cheerios for breakfast.
  • It is not okay to count down the days until Miley Cyrus is legal.  It’s just creepy.
  • If you can’t stick with just one person, don’t get married.
  • Sex is best when it’s loud, nasty, and exhausting.  But it can blow your mind when it’s slow, quiet, and tender, too.
  • The only time no does not mean no is when a safety word’s involved.  Otherwise it means up to five years in prison and permanently registering as a sex offender.
  • Really, the hormones you feel in your twenties actually take away from sex.
  • The right partner makes all the difference in the world.

Dear Bill Cowher… November 16, 2009

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Hoo dey?  Hoo dey?  Hoo dey think gonna beat them Bengals?

Well…

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Obviously not Big Ben and the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Offline Authorship November 13, 2009

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I’ve heard more than a few NaNoWriMo participants come up with this little nugget of wisdom:

When writing, turn off the Internet.

Lynn Viehl mentions she has one machine not allowed onto the Internet (and hence is not bogged down with virus scan or constant patching or – the bane even of Mac and Linux users – every damn software app on the system phoning home for updates.

Laura Lippman allows herself one hour a day on the Internet.  That’s it.  (Still hasn’t mastered the distraction of the laundry room.  My wife wishes I’d be more distracted by ours.)

For me, this is difficult.  All my machines automatically jump online.  I write on the fly.  I need that instant access to Wikipedia and teh intrawebs for research.  Or do I?

Typically, and this has gotten me into trouble with work, with academic efforts, with just paying the bills, I will sit down, blow through my email, check this blog’s stats and spam filter, and – oh, what the hell.  Let’s check the RSS reader, too.  And Facebook.  And Twitter.  (Surprise!  Resistance was futile.  I’ve been assimilated.  Tweeeet!)

But my laptop, which has served me well for the past four years, is showing its age.  It’s slow to boot and chokes occasionally on Firefox.  The battery barely lasts an hour.  As soon as AJ’s monster tower is paid off, I’ll probably turn around and replace the laptop.

Or rather suppliment it.  Yes, there’s a lot to be said for being able to write in a hotel room, on a plane, and in a coffee shop.  But I may keep the current old faithful and simply disable the wireless card.  Why not?  Put it on the big behemoth of a desk in my office with my back to the equally venerable (yet more nimble) Compaq tower.  Leave the tower hooked up to the Internet.  Let it run iTunes.  My attention would be focused on an isolated standalone machine whose only outside access is the thumb drive.

Sounds like an ideal arrangement.  Now if I could find a way to do academics offline.

I’d definitely get a lot more done without email beckoning.

Video Blog: Long Winded and Strange Encounters November 12, 2009

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11/11 November 11, 2009

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They went without question when the fate of the world was at stake.

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Sometimes neither they nor we know why we send them where we send them.

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Today, they’re all volunteers.  Always they answer the call, a privilege I was denied when I was younger.

Thank you.

Family Guy November 10, 2009

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Matt and Trey from South Park hate it.  Sounds like sour grapes.  Supposedly, the writing staff of The Simpsons aren’t thrilled with it, but Family Guy creator Seth McFarlane and Simpsons guru Matt Groening trade gags constantly.  (Peter Griffin called a plagiarist in a Sideshow Bob episode, Stewie mowing down Homer in a direct riff on the Simpson’s opening sequence.)  Frankly, I think Family Guy is the funniest show on television.

There is something very charming and intelligent in the show’s nothing-is-sacred-everything’s-game attitude.  Sure, the humor is crude, and I think creator Seth McFarlane sometimes thinks it’s the four-letter words drawing the laughs, but that’s not it.  Family Guy spins an old formula used by Mel Brooks and the three-headed monster of Zucker-Abrahams-Zucker (Airplane, The Naked Gun series) and amps it up a notch with its cutaway gags.

Yet the gags are much more thoughtful, sometimes poking a pop culture nerve or ripping on someone’s pet conspiracy theory, making even one who’s offended laugh.  The show is unabashed in its liberal bent, yet doesn’t hesitate to make it look just as absurd as the conservatives it pokes fun at.  Without conservatives, McFarlane posits, the world would be just like the Jetsons.  On the downside, George and Jane Jetson would be on the fast track for a divorce.  Fred Flinstone shows up in cameo from time to time, and with the safeties off, coming off as slightly to the right of Archie Bunker.

Speaking of Archie, the lovable old bigot finds a childish spiritual son in the show’s patriarch, Peter Griffin.  Peter is a fat, mentally challenged alpha male constantly being outsmarted by his family, including dimwitted Chris.  But while Peter Griffin shares a few too many traits with South Park’s Eric Cartman (but the Cartman’s IQ), he also has a real heart beating in that chest.

Daughter Meg is the family punching bag, while Stewie makes Hannibal Lecter look like a coward.  Or does until he evolves into an infant song and dance man.  (Is he gay or isn’t he?  Or is he….  confused?)  Mother Lois is quite possibly the second hottest cartoon character ever.  (Jessica Rabbit would be the hottest.)  Rounding out the Griffin clan is Brian, the family’s atheist dog who gets in the garbage and occasionally suffers from worms, yet swills martinis, dates an eclectic array of women from the gorgeous and vapid Jillian to the lovely cougar Rita, and is a Yale dropout.

The show’s biggest comic gem is Batman’s Adam West playing Mayor Adam West, a nearly-senile, paranoid version of the actor.  It’s not clear how much of Mayor West is McFarlane’s writing and how much is West ad libbing, but West’s comic delivery puts William Shatner to shame in terms of self-parody.

Probably what makes Family Guy works so well for me is its attitude that nothing, not even Seth’s own mindset, is sacred.  Anything goes on Family Guy, and that’s as it should be in a time where most Americans need to really lighten up.

MTM Monday: Of Bengals And Bearcats November 9, 2009

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Let’s face it.  Up until this year, the only reason to pay attention to Cincinnati sports since the early 1990’s was college basketball, first the University of Cincinnati Bearcats, then the Xavier Musketeers.  The Reds faded away after their last play-off appearance in 1994.  The Bengals?

Did I mention the Reds had a playoff appearance in 1994?

And college football?  College football in Ohio, no matter where you live, used to mean Ohio State.  And now?

This time last year, it appeared the Bengals’ Lost Decade had resumed when the team went 0-8.  Now?

6-2 and tied for first in the AFC North!

And that college football team up in Columbus?

What the hell is a Buckeye, anyway?  The Bearcat football team is undefeated and ranked fifth in the BCS rankings.

So am I bandwagoning?

For the Bearcats, yes, but so are 90% of Cincinnatians.  Until Brian Kelly arrived, no one took Bearcat football seriously.  Some still don’t.  Norte Dame said they were going to hire Kelly next season.  Because, of course, the Big East isn’t prestigious enough for a football coach building a program.

[Excuse me a second while I bust a gut laughing.]

Back to the Bengals.  Yes, I’ve related before how I said upon moving here in 1991 how I’d switch loyalties from the Browns to the Bengals after the Bengals gave me three consecutive seasons of .500 ball, believing that the end of the Boomer Esaiason era would be followed by a short five-year rebuilding period.

I wasn’t counting on Dave Shula.  Or David Klingler (Who?).  Or Ki-Jana Carter.  (Who?)  Or Akili Smith.  (You have got to be kidding!)

So, in 2007, when Marvin Lewis managed to pull together the Bengals’ third .500 season since 1991, I said, “OK, they’re for real.”  I had suffered long enough.  I rooted for the Steelers (!?) for four years when Cleveland had no team.  And then…

Um…

Did I mention the Indians went to two World Series in the 1990’s and the Bearcats had a killer basketball team under Bob Huggins?

But 2008 seemed to be an abberation.  Chad Ocho Cinco, whose agent is Terrell Owens’ agent, became a cancer on the clubhouse.  Chris Henry went to prison, then got rehired over Marvin Lewis’ protests.  They jettisoned Willie Anderson and Rudy Johnson, two guys who could hold that club house together.  Still, to go 0-8?

But I stuck with them.  And they delivered.  Ocho Cinco, like TO, put a muzzle on agent Drew Rosenhaus.  Chris Henry is on a quest to become the next Randy Moss (put on hold yesterday by a broken arm until next season.)  Cedric Benson is making the Bears regret trading him.  And the beginning loss of the year to the Broncos reminded me of another Ohio team in orange who lost a couple of heartbreakers to Denver.

Yes, the Bengals have finally pulled it together.

And they let me say something yesterday after defeating the Ravens for the second time this season:

“Eat it, Ravens!”

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