Hither Dither And Yawn

I'll try uploading a video to the blog page today - first time in a month - but I'm not at all confident that the effort will be successful. In case it does work however, I should explain that the footage on this video has been compiled from bits and pieces of my lost decade (1985-1994) when most things were pretty much hither dither and yawn.

I recognize a few faces on this presentation that haven't been seen 'round here for a couple of decades, and then a few others that have changed from toddler to twentysomething. I guess that's how it works. People either grow up or grow old. And then there's people like me (not many) that seem intent on capturing everything from childhood to retirement (and further) on super 8 film and video tape. As if it might actually be considered important or interesting when finally played back years in the future. Damn; I guess this is the future already isn't it.

Blogger Bogged Down

Hmm. Blogger seems to be broken. I've got videos here waiting their turn to be uploaded like planes at a busy airport; anxious for their big day in the blogger sun. But heck; if none of the videos will play, why bother. Right? I mean. It's been a couple of weeks now and nobody at Blogger Headquarters seems to be concerned about finding a fix to this conundrum; this wardrobe malfunction of a video kind.

Oh well. Nothing to do but check back in a few days. Not a problem. It's not like this is a heavily visited blog anyway.

Demolition Of Blazer Stadium

Today's posting is a little out of the norm - and a four hankie tear jerker to boot. No frolicking footage of the 1970s this time. Instead we focus our attention on the Blazerville childhood stomping grounds, and the familiar buildings contained within, which have taken a number of serious body blows over the past few months.

Long time regulars Brown's and Cowan's grocery stores have both come crashing down in place of modern homes. Hillcrest Park has been transformed from a big, wide, playing field into a crowded and complex theme park full of fancy new olympic buildings. And the nearby 'Projects' housing complex, a place of mystery, fear, and roving enemy gangs for most of my life (since the mid 1950s) has been flattened into a giant dusty pancake.

Oh sure, there'll be plenty more retrospective videos produced on the demise of these long standing, low income occupied, bland but functional monoliths much better than mine, but I made 2 or 3 trips back into the old neighborhood to capture these scenes on the video camera so the least you can do now is watch 'em without complaining about it.

And yeah, the original Blazer Stadium was located just inside the eastern boundaries of Projectonia, hence the title of this post. This was the field in which us Blazer type kids first learned how to punt, toss and catch a football. If I'm not mistaken (and maybe another Blazer can confirm it) the Block Blazers never lost a football game to the Project Rejects in all the years of interlocking play. True, we always seemed to lose when hockey season rolled around (up at Brock school) but we never lost to those nasty Rejectonians at touch football.

Cutting Room Floor Discards

Another reel of super 8 film has now bit the dust. Plenty of dust to go around. But as is usual with these old 20 minute reels of footage, there's always a few dreg bits remaining. The short snippets that fail to meet even the most minimum of quality standards; fail to meet the rock bottom basics required for inclusion onto the exclusive NRP blog for public viewing.

However, we'll relax those rules for this episode by actually including some of the pitiful dregs and horribly disfigured scenes that would normally be left on the cutting room floor - to be stepped on and trampled like newspaper pages on a city bus. (I'm just glad my condo came with a cutting room.) Plus we'll toss in a couple of repeat scenes and extra-bonus bloopers that might confuse our dear viewer into thinking that this film isn't such a total waste of their precious internet surfing time after all.

Blast From The Past

We were just discussing our ex-Blazer brother Evert only a couple of postings ago. As I recall, we were wondering if; and to what degree; the old gang dynamics might have been altered had Evert bothered to hang around the block a little longer than he did. Or even if he'd merely bothered to keep in touch with us by sending a Christmas card now and then during the past four decades.

But he didn't - and none of us knew where the hell he'd gone. And it certainly wasn't our job to try and hunt him down. He knew where he'd gone and he wasn't about to inform any of us. The next time we saw his smiling mug around the block was when he won some big chunk of change playing the 6/49 lottery in the mid 80s and he was forced to pose for a picture in the local paper. Or at least a picture in the local flyer that the lottery corporation published called 'Luck Magazine'.

No wonder we never heard from the guy anymore. He'd struck gold and didn't want anybody to know. He'd won a piece of the million dollar prize jackpot and quickly moved on up to the east side. To the hills of Victoria. Swimmin' pools; movie stars. What everybody does after winning the pools.

The 'Go To' Source For Regret

The staff and management here at 'No Relevant Point' certainly hope that most (if not all) of our viewers received exactly what they wanted for Christmas 2009 - and we trust that you will continue to find our blogateria the 'go-to' source for both idle reflection and painful regret when it comes to the watching of reconstituted films of the good ole days of the 1970s.

Pointing out the fact that youth in general has a short shelf life and that, in most cases, the best days of our lives are already far behind us, is clearly the blunt directive here at NRP and we're just trying to do the best job we can with the tools at hand.

Bonus comment: You'll be pleased to learn that the postie cartoon presented above is most likely the last in the long line of homemade 'postie xmas cards' dating back to the early 1980s.

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Another Slide Show (Now With More Pizazz)

Must put up more photos soon. Must clear out more of the old pix that have been hanging around here for ages eagerly awaiting their own special blog moment on the NRP website.

These 'pix-only' postings (as this one be) are always an easy upload/assignment for me. Just pick out and drop in. In fact there's no need for anyone to add text at this point really; it's just another slide show people. No in-depth explanation is required.

The vast majority of these non-moving scenes were captured (when else?) during the 70s and 80s. Perhaps a label is needed for the later years of the 70s. Something to signify the "post Evert" years. Because sometime after 1974, Evert just didn't wanna know, he didn't. Stayed far away, he did. Turned his back on Blazerville and never returned. So you certainly won't find his mug popping up anywhere in this collection of mugs if you were thinking of looking for it.

Taking that thought a step further, I'm not sure if Blazerville would have evolved any differently had Evert's participation in it not come to an undefined end back in the mid-70s. If he'd stuck around longer; maybe got a job at Safeway; would he still be a part of our lives today? Rather than the missing link in the Blazer reunions that he is? I think a full discussion on that topic would lead us down a long, multi branched path and should be saved for a future posting. We don't have time for that now.