It’s not E.G. Marshall and Robert Reed…but beggars can’t be choosers

Many apologies, cartooners, for allowing the blog to go dark for the past few weeks; there has been much outside activity here at Rancho Yesteryear—notably some extracurricular projects plus preparations for an event that looks like it’s shaping up to become what I have decided to label The Great DVD Purge of 2019.  This one won’t…

Just Folk(s)

Well, here we go ringing in a new year at Thrilling Days of Yesteryear...and just as I did at the beginning of 2018, I’m once again apologizing for allowing weeds to run rampant around the blog.  I can blame no one for this lapse in blogtiquette but myself; it seems that once the Yuletide season…

“It took me fifteen years to discover I had no talent for writing, but I couldn’t give it up because by that time I was too famous.” — Robert Benchley

It’s one of the most familiar of pop culture tropes: some dimwitted husband in the world of movies, TV, radio, comic strips, etc. forgets a birthday or wedding anniversary or what-have-you and winds up facing the wrath of his significant other for his thoughtlessness.  (I'm not being deliberately sexist when I ascribe this to the…

“She’s gonna love me in my Chevy Ford Van and that’s all right with me…”

I was having a Facebook Messenger chinwag with my loyal sidekick Andrew “Grover” Leal Wednesday night...and I vowed during that interaction that I was going to cease “lollygagging” and start getting content up on the blog on a regular basis.  This ambitious promise would begin on Thursday; I would grab a title from a stack…

Cold storage

Oh...hello!  I didn’t see you come in… Well, what can I say—I have been Señor Slug when it comes to the blog of late...though I haven’t been completely spending my copious free time counting sands in the hourglass since these are the days of our lives.  I lucked out with three, count ‘em, three Radio…

The state of the blog

The game plan was to get back into extreme blogging (little term I picked up from rapping with the kids to find out where their heads were at) once I relocated to WordPress in October.  Sadly, this feverishly diabolical scheme soon vanished in a puff of smoke, surrendering to multiple factors such as outside projects,…

“Most bands don’t even last fourteen months let alone fourteen years…” – Peter Steele, musician

Since I made the decision in August to move Thrilling Days of Yesteryear from Blogger/Blogspot to a new platform at WordPress, I’ve managed to transfer over 1,000 posts…and believe me, no one is more surprised than your humble narrator at the level of activity that represents.  I’ve stated in this space on many an occasion…