Ed “Big Daddy” Roth’s ‘Fink Eliminator’ plastic model – by Revell Model Company
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Some Limericks (offered without apology)
December 31st, 2019 by Corey A. Edwards
the author caught in the act by his wife, Elizabeth Edwards
I recently picked up a small, second hand tome on the limerick (“The Lure of the Limerick – An Uninhibited History” Baring-Gold) and found myself not only amused but inspired.
One morning soon thereafter, I was startled awake by ‘smealm,‘ a truly disturbing occurrence, I can assure you.
The bluer ‘rotini‘ followed with rapidity as I hunkered over the keyboard.
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Angel Fink – Ed “Big Daddy” Roth Model Build – Revell / Atlantis
December 6th, 2019 by Corey A. Edwards
Wade A. Minut Weird-Oh’s Model Build – Hawk Model Co.
November 25th, 2019 by Corey A. Edwards
Godzilla’s Go-Kart (The Go-Kart) Model Build – Aurora / Polar Lights
October 23rd, 2019 by Corey A. Edwards
Chamber of Horrors La Guillotine Model Build – Aurora /Polar Lights
September 2nd, 2019 by Corey A. Edwards
Nail It Down
February 8th, 2018 by Corey A. Edwards
Some say they were born under a bad sign
Sometimes there is just a bad seed
When them Edwards boys come a-sniffin’ around
I tell you now, you better pay heed
I heard they stole some Matchbox from the Woolworths
Some Abba-Zabbas from the Alco
They took a whole damn register from Ben Frank’s
It just grew legs and walked out the door
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Chogokin Gimmickry
December 13th, 2017 by Corey A. Edwards
I rediscovered many of my toys while making the Chogokin Gimmickry video. I encourage you to occasionally play with your toys – especially your r@@@re and expensive, super-fragile, antique Japanese diecast toys from companies like Popy, Takatoku, Bullmark, Arklon, Eidi, and Marushin.
Jaywalking In Charleston
January 19th, 2014 by Corey A. Edwards
This collection of vignettes, observances, and rants accumulated over a four day period in Charleston, South Carolina where I was employed as a vendor at a trade show.
I don’t travel much. This is my first trip in that direction: approximately six hours in the air, southeast with a connection in Atlanta. It’s the farthest south I’ve been on the east coast, maybe on the continent.
Anyway: stuck on a plane, stuck in a hotel room, stuck in a booth, and stuck in my head, the urge to document and rant came. Short of screaming to the heavens, I felt the need to express myself, so into my phone and computer the impressions and observances went – mostly as they happened or shortly thereafter.
Now, with only the slightest of apologies, I present them to you.
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All the Newts That’s Fit To Print – Taricha granulosa
October 7th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
Outside a rarely-used side-door in our basement, there is a concrete stairwell that spends a good part of the year damp and mossy. It gets afternoon sun, if there is any, and because of this, it dries up and stays that way throughout the bulk of the summer months but, autumn to spring, it’s a pretty moist environment.
There is a drain in the bottom landing of this stairway: a hole covered by a round, metal grate tucked halfway under the concrete facade of one wall. Our neighbors live here: Taricha granulosa – rough-skinned newts.
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Ants and Yellow Jackets
September 12th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
[*note – this story was originally called “Ants and Hornets” – I have since realized these are yellow jackets, not hornets – very likely Vespula pennsylvanica – the ants look to be Formica obscuripes]
The other day I was out on the property with my daughter, hanging out beneath the arch of a tree and the hollow of some bushes: a little hideout where I keep a chair for quiet, measured snippets of novel now and again.
Anyway, I was there as I said, chatting with my daughter, when she pointed out a dark hole in the ground.
“Yellow jacket’s nest,” she said. “I wont sit in here, they’re all over.”
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A Flood of Memories – Part 1 of 3
The Big Thompson Flood of 1976
August 26th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
Big Dam Falls at Chasteen’s Grove
In the summer of 1976, when I was 7 years old, the river I lived near – The Big Thompson – suffered a flash flood of unheard of proportions. 143 people lost their lives in the rushing waters, five of whom were never found. My family, though living in the affected area, suffered little but inconvenience and shock as the human world around us reeled from one of nature’s little hiccups.
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An Open Letter To My Brain
July 18th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
Doin’ the Dog –
Taking the bus to 1970’s California
July 1st, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
It must have been the summer of 1974 or so, I would have been five or six. My maternal grandparents hadn’t seen me since I was a baby, so my mom decided it would be a good time for a visit. We didn’t have a lot of money, though, so it would just be mom and I making the trip, my father and older brother would stay home. As a further expression of our finances, mom and I wouldn’t be flying from Northern Colorado to Southern California but busing.
Being wee, I knew none of the reasons behind why we were going. All I knew was, I was going on a big trip for the first time and I couldn’t wait.
You know you’re young when the prospect of taking a bus from Northern Colorado to Los Angeles with your mom sounds like an exciting adventure.
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Mined Over Matter
June 24th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
“What happens when you send an atheist to interview a faith healer? You tell me – I can’t watch.”
The house bearing the address I was given is a drab, neglected ranch, the yard littered with assorted dingy vehicles, tarp draped filing cabinets, and abandoned appliances in various states of repair. It is the kind of yard from which vicious dogs leap, not the manicured, peaceful zen garden of a new-age professional.
I exit my vehicle tentative with caution.
What the hell am I doing here? I hate this kind of thing; meeting new people is bad enough but interviewing them for an article in a spiritual newsletter is even worse. When I took the job as webmaster for the local, new-age bookstore, I never intended to have to pay this much lip service to the dizzying array of beliefs that are the store’s bread and butter. I’m a total skeptic, an unrepentant atheist, yet here I am, about to interview what amounts to a new-age faith healer.
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The Worms
June 3rd, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
“Esther discovers a worm on an old, hated quilt … and then the world.”
The Worms first entered into what you and I would think of as reality through a quasar catalogued as 3C 279. Quasar 3C 279 does not exist for this purpose nor had it been used so prior; it was just handy at the time.
A mere handful of pinkish-gray, banded, larval forms, no more than two centimeters in length, The Worms are more appropriately referred to in the singular for, despite the apparent lack of connection between bodies, “they” are “it” far more than “it” is “they”.
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Lost and Foundry – Pt. 2
I, Patineur
May 27th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
(Part 1 of “Lost and Foundry” can be found here)
The longer I worked at the foundry, the farther I rose up in ranks – whether I wanted to or not – and it wasn’t just because of my abilities.
First there was the appointment to head of Monument Sprue, a change that mainly involved me going to lots of pointless meetings and wandering around the foundry with a clipboard, talking to friends – not because it was part of the job but because the position and clipboard gave me the excuse and camouflage to do so. Then they allowed me to move to patina and, in short order, made me head of that department.
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Lost and Foundry – Pt. 1
All Sprued Up
May 20th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
In the mid 90’s I found myself in a very precarious position: the husband in a married team of new parents, unexpectedly locked out of their business by their silent partners for suspicion of embezzlement.
While this presents a story all on its own, suffice it to say that our business partner’s accusations were eventually discovered to be unfounded (the butler did it) but the damage was done and, in the meantime, I needed work!
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“for after the divorce”
May 6th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
Poking about my “writings” folder, I discovered this piece entitled “for after the divorce,” written circa 2006. Intrigued I read it and was stunned by both its honesty and darkness. I knew I wanted to share it but I wasn’t sure why and so I mothballed it again until I understood the urge. There are some uncomfortable moments here and so much has changed in my life – all for the better! – why dredge up the clotted ichor of the past?
I eventually realized that the urge to share it had to do with the realization that we are so often capable of pulling ourselves out of the deepest and darkest places. Very shortly after this was written – a few months or more – I started that elusive career and, though my marriage did fall apart and even harder times were to come, it was an adventure that has led me to the amazing place I am now.
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Corpocopia
April 29th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards
