Saturday, December 28, 2013

Selection From 
DARKNETIZED! 
The Brilliant Adventures of Captain FlashLight Junior Novel

Self-published on-line with Amazon and Barnes and Noble, 2011
Artwork by Parker Ott



CHAPTER ONE
DarkneBob!

The midnight streets of Filament City stretched out in all directions. Street lamps lined the sidewalks, glowing through the mist, and a neon CLOSED sign flickered in a store window. All was well. But not for long.

The sound of a speeding vehicle grew louder and louder, becoming a full RRROOARRR!

Screeching around a corner came the Broken-Bulb Cycle, a three-wheeled dragster with a cracked light bulb for a cockpit. Rattling and shaking, it sped down the street and off into the darkness.

Around the same corner, a brilliant beam of light came sweeping into the street, followed by the silvery flying flashlight known as the SkyLighter. With a WHOOOOSH it flew past and disappeared into the night, its sharp beam cutting through the fog.

In the Broken-Bulb Cycle, the short, frizzy-haired professor known as Low Voltage gripped a remote control and yelled out commands. “Faster, faster, faster, Bulbus!”

“I could go faster, faster, faster Boss, if I had some pizza, pizza, pizza,” replied Bulbus, Low Voltage's huge henchman and personal driver, his stomach growling in agreement.

“Uungh!” snorted Low Voltage, “Keep driving! We've almost got them now...”

In the sleek SkyLighter, our hero, Captain FlashLight, gripped the wheel. A gleaming CF medallion was centered on the shiny blue vest of his LumaSuit. Around his waist he wore a belt of Lumatronic—but rather normal looking—flashlights.

“We've almost got them now, Blinkie,” he announced to his faithful LumaDog, outfitted with a mini-LumaLight on his helmet and goggles over his doggie eyes.

“Ruff!” replied Blinkie.

“Cap, be careful,” cautioned the pretty, dark-haired girl in the seat next to Blinkie, “it could be a trap.”

“A trap, Neoni?” asked the too-confident hero, “Oh, I'd know if it was a trap. We'd probably come to a sudden dead end or something.”

The SkyLighter whipped around the corner and came to a sudden dead end or something. Mechanical legs slammed down from the underside of the ship, skidded along the pavement and brought them to a halt.

“It's a trap!” the Captain concluded, “Uh, oops.”

“I didn't see this on the charts, Cap,” said Neoni as she studied the dashboard screens. “There's no construction scheduled here, yet we're surrounded by walls of steel girders.”

“There's no wall behind us,” announced the Captain, “we can back out, right NOW!” He looked in the rear-view mirror, and then... KER-SLAMM!

“Bad batteries!" he exclaimed, his way of saying Oh, no! "The final wall ker-slammed into place behind us—we're walled in.”

Blinkie turned to his master and barked, “Ruff-ruff!”

Cap translated: “Big wall?”

“Ruff-ruff!”

He tried again: “Tall wall?”

“Ruff-RUFF!”

“Oh. Let's GO! Good idea, my LumaDoggie!”

Captain FlashLight and Blinkie exited the ship on light-beam elevators and walked into the deserted street. There was no sign of the Broken-Bulb Cycle.

“Dark-doers beware! It is I, Captaaaaaaain FlashLight!”

His words echoed away into the silence.

Hero and dog looked at each other, waiting.

Suddenly, walls of glowing green plasma shot up along the frames of the girders and boxed in the entire block, followed by a plasma-wall ceiling that locked into place high above them.

As Cap glanced around him, he saw the watery shadow of the Broken-Bulb Cycle on the other side of the wall in front of them. The wiry voice of Low Voltage spoke through a megaphone.

“Good evening, Captain FishBite.”

“FlashLight,” our hero responded, unsmiling.

“Allow me to introduce my little friend,” Low Voltage said slowly, “I call him...” He paused for effect. “DarkneBob.”

Slurping through the green plasma goo came a six-inch tall blob-man, made of sparkly purple and black darkness. He walked with slow, squishy footsteps.

Captain FlashLight smiled. “My enemies just keep on getting smaller.”

“Do not judge DarkneBob by his size,” snarled Low Voltage, “he always eats a...light breakfast. It makes him grow big and strong...”

Another voice spoke on the megaphone. “Boss, I eat pizza for breakfast, and I'm really hungry,” said Bulbus.

“Oh, and one more thing,” added Low Voltage, ignoring his henchman's comment, “everything he touches turns to darknesssss!”

Cap grabbed FlashLight #1, his Shine-Shield, then pointed and fired it at the DarkneBob. A glowing sphere of Lumatronic Light formed around the blob-man, locking him in a translucent bubble. Not a problem.

The DarkneBob quickly expanded to a blob-creature over nine feet tall, stretched out his blobby arms and popped the bubble.

“Bawb! Bawwb!” he yelled, then picked up a heavy dumpster and hurled through the air. Cap and Blinkie tumbled out of the way as the darknetized dumpster smashed through a store window.

Next our hero fired FlashLight #5, the Lasso-Light, releasing a rope-like laser beam that wrapped around the creature, tying it up tightly.

“LIGHTastic!” Cap said, flashing a smile.

“BAWWB!” roared the DarkneBob, squeezing through the lines, but suddenly sliced into pieces that fell to the street. Then each piece of Bob slurped and slithered upwards, forming a hundred or more full-sized Bobs standing all around them.

“Bad batteries!” shouted the Captain.

Taking his turn, Blinkie jumped up and turned in circles, firing his LumaLight in every direction, blasting the Bobs to bits, which splattered against the four walls of green plasma.

Slowly, bits of Bob came sliding across the plasma, moving from all directions to form one monstrously huge Bob, a giant with his head almost touching the plasma-ceiling above him. A thundering voice shook the ground:

“BAWWWB!”

“Bob is back, Blinkie,” said Captain FlashLight, “bigger and badder than ever!”

Blinkie barked “Ruff!” to say “Right!”

In a show of power, the DarkneBob reached for an abandoned car, darknetized it, and crushed it into a twisted chunk of metal, which came hurling at Cap and Blinkie.

Our heroes dodged it and ran back toward the SkyLighter as Bob bent down and raised his fists to smash the ship before they could get there.

Inside the ship, Neoni gripped the wheel, hit the power and blasted off. Bob slammed the pavement, just missing the SkyLighter, then stomped down on Cap and Blinkie but they flipped away as the big foot fell and the street around them iced up with black and purple darkness.

Backed up against a window, the Captain turned to his LumaDog. “There's no way to hide from this guy, Blinkie!”

The SkyLighter zoomed past the DarkneBob's face. He swiped at it but slapped his own face, growing even madder.

“BAWWWWWWWB!!!”

Neoni circled down and flew low to the ground, passing over Cap and Blinkie who grabbed the back fins and held on as the SkyLighter soared upward, swinging around behind Bob and heading for the plasma-ceiling at full speed.

She fired the forward LumaBlasters, exploding a circular opening directly in front of them. A perfect shot!

But the ship yanked back as Bob's fingers wrapped around the Captain's boot. Our hero smiled, knowing the LumaSuit could not be darknetized. Then Bob pulled hard, dragging him down, and pulling the ship with him. Cap groped for his Laser-Light, pulled it up and fired directly at Bob's face.

But, since all his FlashLights look identical, he pulled his Rocket-Light by mistake. It rocketed out of his hand and plunged into the DarkneBob, sinking through his face and into his brain (if he has one). The creature toppled backwards as the SkyLighter soared through the opening and into the starry sky.

As the ship flew away, Cap grabbed his Laser-Light and fired a thin, white-hot beam, following along the edges of the topside of the plasma-ceiling. The ceiling ripped free and fell to the street below, landing with a thunderous crash, flattening the DarkneBob and causing the four plasma-walls to collapse, one at a time, into the center.

This exploded the Rocket-Light in the DarkneBob's brain (if he has one), causing the creature, and then the whole structure to implode, explode, and vanish into nothingness.

The SkyLighter zoomed off as the Filament City police sped around the corner and came screeching to a halt in the middle of the street. Two officers with identical Irish accents sat in the front seat and scratched their heads.

“I know I heard a loud explosion, Officer Plank.”

 “Aye, and I heard it too, Officer Lipton.”

“Well, something musta' happened here, and no doubt.”

“Aye, and I be a-wonderin', where's Captain FlashLight when ya need him?”






Watch videos at the official Captain FlashLight website



Hear the Captain FlashLight ElectroHop Remix at rodsounds



Darknetized Facebook Banner 1
Artwork by Parker Ott



Darknetized! Facebook Banner 2 
Artwork by Parker Ott



Sketches for vehicles, by Rod, 2007



Junk-parts model of SkyLighter by Rod, 2008 or so





© 2014 Filament City Media


Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Selections From 
THIS IS WHY I'M WEARING SUNGLASSES 
July 2009 to December 2013







THE CHANGE

Caterpillar
rumbles through the dirt
Often rolls,
but seldom hurt.
Eats the leaves
and blades of green,
Destined for
a life unseen.

Caterpillar
climbs the lofty tree
Has no idea
where he should be.
Slowly spins
through weaving night,
Then leaps with wings
into the light.





DANCE BEFORE

Dance before
the music plays
Squint before
the golden rays
Laugh before
the laughing days
And so unwrap
the gift of praise.

See beyond
the doors with locks
Hear beyond
the glooming talks
Run like child
down the stairs, in socks
And open the gift
before the box.





MERRY POP-INS

One-man-bands and
Chimney sweeps,
Nannies blowing 
down the streets,
Laughter launching
tea up to the ceiling.

Smoke-stairs, penguin waiters
leaps into chalk paintings,
and flights with kites or
under umbrellas.

More Merry Pop-ins!
Lots more laughter,
before and after.

Cut the glum summaries
and numb numerologies,
Pour a spoonful of sugar:
Look for the funny side
and find it.

Step out of time
and fly a kite,
out to the edge
of the galaxies!




KidZone Radio
On the air: January 1, 2000 to May 7, 2005.
Broadcast locally from 90.9 KCBI in Dallas/Fort Worth.
Artwork: Ken Miller.


On the air: May 14, 2005 to June 1, 2013.
Broadcast nationally from 90.9FM KCBI in Dallas/Fort Worth.
Artwork: Daniel Miller and Joe CZ.


700 Saturdays (or more)

Once Upon A Time
in December,
a word came floating down
out of the sky.
The word:
COCONUT
Later, another word:
HUT
Then:
RADIO
And then:
SHOW.
I immediately
saw the playful
double-rhyme,
I had no idea of
the joyous, glorious, unforgettable
times of music,
kids and miraculous
God Stories
to follow...
Even now,
floating
in the coconut breeze:
700 smiles,
or more.


Artwork: Daniel Miller, Joe CZ.


A radio mini-series
Artwork: Parker Ott.






         Is That You, Lieutenant?

Laughing, laughing, laughing,
watching black 'n white movies,
     godzilla vs. tanks and guns,
     the lone soldier wandering in the tunnel,
     hears an unworldly voice and asks:
     "Is that you, Lieutenant?"
We write our own dialog, making it funnier,
so funny I'm 
falling off the sofa, again
laughing, laughing, laughing.

With Laurel and Hardy or
     Fog Horn Leg Horn or
     placing our sockly feet
     close to the floor-vent heater,
toasting, toasting, toasting.

Or Bonnie in the kitchen making
     crud-steaks and super-potatoes
     Tang and peaches and everything on TV trays
     watching Walter Cronkite in the 21st Century
Or how Mark prayed the world's fastest grace,
getting every word in there in three seconds flat!
     or how Bonnie called me Roddy
     or munching KFC from the bucket in the back seat of the car
     with monsters or Clouseau at the drive-in theater,
     where the clunkish metal speaker clipped onto the window.

Mark, the Boss, Bonnie the Crud-Steak Connoisseur,
the little girl Jennifer, the little girl Jaime,
     Uncle Tonoose and bedtime stories with 
     rocket-ship trash cans taking us to happy planets,
laughing, laughing, laughing...

Thank you for filling my life with
family.









         IN RED

Shout in Red Forever
Forever display the
     beautiful drop of
     un-ruined blood that
splashed into the 
barkwood of Calvary.

Staining the wood,
     un-staining humanity.
Thank You forever
my Savior.



         SEED

Christmas Adam
Christmas Eve
Come to the manger,
    see and believe.

Come to the cross,
    of your sins be relieved,
Then to the tomb
    of death's chains be freed.
As eternity springs
   from Bethlehem's Seed.





ANGEL

Got the roll of
screen-door wire at
the Walmart,
pulled off the stretchy plastic wrapping
and watched you,
Sweet Lady,
unroll it...
and cut and
fold and trim and staple
and spray.

And then, behold:
I saw
an angel,
raised into the heavens.
A flowing, transcendent,
shimmering, silver-gold, 
[screen-wire]
Christmas angel.

And I thought,
that's funny,
an angel
made
an angel.





         Good-Bye, Hello

Why must we always say good-bye?
You go your way, I go mine?

Why can't it be like the good old days,
Ball to the mitt, bug on my back,
    batman or joe's
or the games we played 
in the afternoon sky...

Why are we always saying good-bye?

Somewhere beyond
the driving snow
and the let-you-go
Shines the yellow sun
we call
hello.






WALLS

Life is confounding,
Christ is astounding.
Life can be walls,
but Jericho falls
in everyday praises
resounding.





LAST FIRST

The cross has cancelled the curse,
My future is better, not worse.
Forgiven and free,
There's a jubilant new me
And my last day
will now be my first.





                                            THE GRAPE

                                            The grape, she smiles in the sunlight,
                                            while the Master tends the vine.
                                            The grape, she dreams of grape juice,
                                            While the Master plans for wine.







First puppets, made from an old broom handle around 1980.

Logo for new puppet stage, cut from sheets of Fun Foam.
See puppet video and pics at Rod Butler Puppets.


From Joni And Friends Family Retreat, 2013.


FUNNY AIR

The puppets played
a performance rare,
for a crowd of
children gathered there,
all of them breathing
funny air.

Some would laugh,
others quiet, still,
all of them coming
with hearts to fill
with love and laughter and
funny air.

Dearest children,
young and old,
especially precious
in stories untold.
'Twas the highest honor
to meet them there,
let the puppets
dance with humor's flair,
and fill their moments
with
funny air. 





THE TOAD IN THE THRONE ROOM

Devilish how I hopped into the palace.
Squatted on the tile.
With plans to do
absolutely nothing.

Bloated on self and
self-inclination
self-destination
self-preoccupation.

"Bribbit," I say.

And it echoes down the hallways
along the marble columns
into the Master's ear.

Kingly, you step down
from the throne,
wave your magic wand 
and
POOF!

There I am. 
A prince in the squat position.
Suddenly
remembering.



The book "Finneas McBly With A Log In His Eye"
came with a Story and Songs CD, including the following songs.
(Artwork by Daniel G. Miller and Parker Ott)


         PINKY'S POLKA

When there's a pig in a wig, doin' a little jig,
Hey! That's Pinky's Polka.
When you're feelin' kind of down, turn that frown upside down,
Just do the Pinky's Polka!

Pinky's Polka, all the way from Speckleberg,
It's the piggest little song you've ever heard.
You can snort along and maybe even flip your lid,
You can oink along, and oink you glad you did?

When there's a pig in a sty eating MudBerry Pie,
Hey, that's Pinky's Polka!
When she turns to look at you, with those eyes so piggy-blue,
You'd better do the Pinky's Polka!

Pinky's Polka, all the way from Speckleberg,
It's the piggest little song you've ever heard.
You can snort along and maybe even flip your lid,
You can oink along, and oink you glad you did?

Do the Pinky, not rinky-dinky...

(RAP)
Pinky does a wiggy jiggy,
Little piggy can you diggy?

It's the Pinky's Polka!

(Words by Rod Butler, Music by Joey Geisel and Rod Butler)


         I'm Seeing Clearly Now

Life was in a muddle, 'til I fell into a puddle.
Then all of a suddle, I was talking to a pig.
I was finding faults in others,
In my sisters and my brothers,
The fault was mine, and not another's...
'Till I dropped my pride, and flipped my wig.

Now I'm seeing clearly now,
(I'm so happy that) I'm seeing clearly now.

(Words and music by Rod Butler)


(Artwork by Daniel G. Miller and Parker Ott)



New music, new moniker and a new Sound Cloud page, rodsounds.





         FUN-TASTIC VOYAGE

I put on the white jumpsuit,
Zip it all the way up.
Take one last sip
From my coffee's white cup.
Climb aboard the Proteus,
Strap into my seat,
I can hardly contain
My heart’s wild beat.
The sleek vessel shrinks,
Dwarfing smaller and smaller.
The people in the lab
Growing taller... and taller!
A giant hypodermic
Punctures a great wall of skin.
Now surging the blood stream,
Fantastic Voyage begins.

The Proteus, microscopic dot,
Glides the bloodstream of man.
Following the veins and arteries
Of the Fantastic plan.
Huge cells and corpustles,
Giant blobs, soft and clear,
Warble and tumble,
Fantastically near.

Suddenly—great pounding!
Deep drumming stops and starts.
And we lurch to the rhythm
Of the blood-pumping heart.

We will swim in thick waters
Of the body’s ocean-flow,
Through the lungs, heart and brain,
Oh the places we’ll go!
God’s marvelous creation
Makes us grin, grip and sigh,
Until we splash back to daylight
In a swimming pool teardrop,
From a wide-open eye.









Kirk and Rod
I mean
John and Don
Steve and Dan
Napoleon and Illya,
In a room, Lost in Space
In a backyard Land Of The Giants
Out on the golf course, weapons in hand,
the Man (men?) from U.N.C.L.E.
...searching for Trush...

Who had a childhood like this?
Me!
And Kirk!

Best friends, 
space-shipping through a
world of imagination.

Best friends,
sipping cold water from metal cups,
spooning out soft-boiled eggs,
eating macaroni at Denny's.

Best friends,
street-bussing to Hollywood,
walking down to Toy Round Up or Neff's,
dumping out rubber animal buggies
all over the carpet,
or cooking them in Thing-Makers
or editing almost-scary movies
in Alabama's lush back-forest and
so many years later,
finally adding sound.

Who?

Kirk and Rod.
Rod and Kirk.
The faces grow older
but the boys keep playing,
hearts together,
forever young!


A visit to the Trona Pinnacles, original Jupiter 2 crash site from around 1965.





All writing ©2013 Filament City Media