Posted onMay 22, 2020|Comments Off on Video Augmented the Blogging Star
The crew at Texas Frightmare Weekend created a monster. The move to Twitch for live video didn’t work out quite as expected (on phone and tablet, the app has a propensity to seize up either when ending a video feed or when other apps intrude), but it’s time to get back into the swing of things. In the meantime, we’re only about five years late, but the Triffid Ranch now has its own YouTube channel, so expect a lot of videos on plant care, odd species, and virtual events. It’s all very primitive and stop-and-go, but in lieu of live events for the foreseeable future, it has to improve. And so it goes.
With the likelihood of future shows this year becoming increasingly distant, at least before autumn, the good news about the last Triffid Ranch show before everything came down was getting to meet in person the lead singer for the Immortalz. Here’s looking forward to October.
Posted onMay 1, 2020|Comments Off on Have a Safe Weekend
In the alternate timestream that doesn’t suck, plants and accessories would be at Texas Frightmare Weekend for three days of horror-inspired high weirdness. We have the Texas Frightmare HQ stream giving us a virtual Frightmare this weekend, so expect some Triffid Ranch-related surprises. The Texas Triffid Ranch has been a proud vendor at Frightmare for 10 years so far, and while we’re still shooting for the rescheduled show the weekend of September 11, there’s no way we’d miss the virtual show.
Things continue to get interesting: this Saturday at 2:00 pm Central Time, catch the latest Texas Frightmare HQ stream featuring a Triffid Ranch interview and tour, and expect a new newsletter by the time the weekend ends. Depending upon announcements from both Dallas County and Austin, this may come with even more news about gallery activities, so here’s hoping. In the meantime, we now have a theme song for the Age of COVID-19.
Apologies for a lack of updates this week: expect a whole lot later today, as I had to drop out of one show tonight out of concern for my mother-in-law and several others are rescheduling until after the current COVID-19 concerns have passed. Expect updates later tonight (after all, it’s not like we’re going anywhere soon), and then it’s time to rewatch a movie that was a little more prophetic than we knew when it came out in 2007. (Hey, I was looking forward to having something silly for Friday the 13th, but reality intruded.)
For the folks south of Dallas: by the time you read this, the TROTS (Triffid Ranch On Tour Secretly) tour to scenic Austin begins, setting up for Nosferatu Festival on Saturday and Sunday nights. If you can make it, I’ll see you there.
The Leap Day gallery open house is Saturday. If you wonder how such a thing could be possible, consider that I remember seeing a toy store in downtown Lansing, Michigan with a stack of these in the front window when I was two, and THAT was the moment where the timeline split and all of my other realities involved my becoming a football star and Catholic priest. Selah.
By the time you see this, I’ll be setting up my booth at the Arlington Convention Center for the spring NARBC reptile and amphibian show (now with carnivorous plants to go with the chameleons, axolotls, and various invertebrates), and this song makes a handy theme. Contrary to popular opinion and terrestrial radio station “classic rock” programming directors, music in the 1980s wasn’t “all Phil Collins, all the time,” even if it sometimes seemed that way for those of us who had to live through it.