Monthly Archives: August 2015

The Last People On Earth

Here’s an interesting thought I am sure many people have considered: WHAT IF you were the last person or persons on the face of the planet? Last Person On Earth

What would you do? Where would you go? How would you survive? Three basic questions, but very important questions should you happen to ever find yourself in this situation.

Whether the end of mankind is due to biblical events, or man made (virus/nuclear) causes, the scenario is a scary one if you think about it.

There’s many “preppers” out there that already have bunkers, food and water caches, and an arsenal of weapons and ammo. These guys, surprisingly, each have their own ideas and theories on how to make it through the apocalypse.

But what would I do? What would be my game plan? Well, I’ll tell ya:

Let’s say that some freak incident occurred and me and my wife were the last two human beings on earth. The first thing I would NOT have to worry about is shelter. Shelter, fire, and food/water are always at the top of any survivalist’s to-do list. But the priorities of each can vary depending on the situation.

So with millions upon millions of buildings across the landscape, shelter would rank low on the priority list. And thank goodness!

The next thing I would want to worry about is the means to create fire. And though I’ve had training with making fire without matches or lighters, mind you, it’s more difficult to do, I’d still take advantage of the man made resources available until they became unusable.

Having the ability to make fire means cooking food, sterilizing water, keeping warm, protection, and so on. Fire is essential for life if you plan on living for more than a couple of years; if you make it THAT long.

Food and water. let’s first handle the food problem. If we were the last people on earth then there will be an over abundance of canned food available.

We could live on this for a long time, but eventually it WILL go bad. Unless wheat grew on its on for years to come, and we found a way to bake bread without a conventional oven (which is easier than you think), then making things with grain would also be low on the priority list.

Wild edibles would be brought into diets more as staples than exotics. The need to hunt and fish would, of course, become the norm. Luckily, I can do both.

Water, on the other hand, would be at the top of the list on any given day. You can survive for days and days without food, but you have a week (give or take) to live. Less than that if you are in a hot and dry area.

But water should be everywhere, right? Yep! So what’s the problem? Lots! Not to get into all the ways to get clean water, the most common method is boiling it. Hence the need for fire.

Bleach will be easily accessible for awhile, and I know adding a few drops to a gallon of water (and letting it sit for a few hours) will bring the water to drinkable status.

Over time, clothing will be an issue, and I can see the return to wearing furs becoming the fashion. But, with abandoned clothing stores everywhere, we could probably avoid the fur issue for awhile.

Medicine. Sigh. There’s the monster! Sickness is inevitable. We would raid what storage cabinets we could, but not all medicine would be usable over time.

Back up generators could be used to provide electricity and refrigeration. But, in the long run, gas will become watered down and no good to use. I’m thinking distant future. End Of The World

We would keep what we could for as long as we could. After that, then it is what it is. In the meantime, herbal remedies, which I sometimes use already, will become our medicine closet.

One of the most important strategies to staying alive is one most people don’t think about: keeping busy! Whether alone or with my wife, I would make it a point to have fun, stay creative, and keep busy looking for supplies, water, and growing/finding food.

We’d need to relocate from time to time to keep up with food and supplies. I’d want to mark circles of distance on a map around our current location. This way I can set a limit to our gathering zone and where we are currently within said zone.

My vote wold be to take only what you think you need and those items you may not come across in the next area. Nomads and wild animals have learned this tactic long ago. It’s a good lesson to pick up.

Speaking of wild animals, what of the wild dogs and zoo animals? Wolves and coyotes? It’s my belief the first two would be the biggest concerns.

Domestic dogs are everywhere. And, eventually, they’re going to find their ancestral roots to survive. This means, possibly, turning on you. What zoo animals you have to worry about will begin congregating and re-populating. Luckily, guns and ammunition will easily attainable.

The thing you have to worry most about is being ambushed. And they will be a constant threat, so you better get use to the idea of no longer being at the top of the food chain. So, yeah, we would be packing at all times.

No one can tell you exactly how to survive through or after an apocalypse. But there are basic rules and strategies that most everyone will agree upon.

The smartest thing you can do is to not panic and use your head. Common sense, though seemingly a rare thing in today’s society, can go a long way.

So that’s a very broad and general view of what me and mine would do, but it’s a start. What would you do if you or your family were the last humans on earth? Share your survival plans with us in the comments!

My Wish List

Greetings, everybody!

And, welcome! To MY WISH LIST!

When I was thinking about writing this post I was thinking of some of the things that I actually have on my wish list. But then I got to thinking… Why not kick it up a notch? Why not make an EXTREME wish list? Wish List

So that’s what I decided to do. Also, trying to choose only one category to list this post under was a difficult choice to make. But I decided to list it under “Ramblings” because, well, just because.

OK! So let’s get on with it!

Some of the cool things I would really like to see, do, or own are:

  1. Experience ZERO gravity! (I think this one is on my real wish list, too.)
  2. Ride a rhinovirus! Wait… That’s suppose to be rhinoceros.
  3.  Walk the Red Carpet at a celebrity awards show…AND RECEIVE AN AWARD!
  4. Be able to morph into any animal at will.
  5. Be able to fly and/or turn invisible at will.
  6. Time travel! And see…the dinosaurs…
  7. Have enough money to buy no less than 5,000 acres of ANYTHING at the drop of a hat.
  8. Stand on the top of Mt. Everest and yodel at the top of my lungs like Tarzan.
  9. There is NO number 9!
  10. Be able to explore other planets.
  11. Take an exploration submarine trip to the bottom of the Marianas Trench.
  12. Take off in a fighter jet from an aircraft carrier. O-O-OH YEAH!
  13. Sail around Cape Horn in an old school style sailing ship.
  14. Fly around the world in a hot air balloon that looks like the head of Darth Vader.
  15. Own and be licensed to fly a real life mock up of the Millennium Falcon.
  16. Have a major motion picture based on one of my stories.
  17. Be able to actual enter into any book I want and be IN the story!
  18. Own a gigantic real life fire breathing dragon!
  19. Have my theme music. MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
  20. Be able to fully communicate with any species of insect and animal.
  21. Invent something positive that would revolutionize mankind existence as we know it.
  22. Use the power of my mind to make litter gravitate before me into a tightly compacted ball for disposal.
  23. Cure worldwide violence.
  24. Experience WARP SPEED! ZO-O-OM!!!!!
  25. Hang out with real life Ewoks.
  26. Win the National Pancake Eating Championship!
  27. 1957 Ferrari 250 Testa Rossa. ‘Nuff said. But an old Shelby Cobra will do just fine, too! Anybody willing to donate a kit car?
  28. Take a tour of Cinderella’s castle.
  29. Ride a real life (and human friendly) Godzilla through the streets of Tokyo! Woo Hoo!
  30. Own a real life, fully functional LIGHT SABER! If you can get me one then we’ll talk about details later.

Ok! So there’s my 30 (well, 29) things I’d like to see, do, or own. Hope you enjoyed the list, and leave a comment some of the things YOU have on your EXTREME wish list!

If I Reincarnated…

This can be a bit of a touchy subject. As I am not one to get into religious debates, I don’t usually bring this sort of thing up. However, I do find the topic of reincarnation interesting.

ReincarnationSo, maybe by now you’re asking, “Kyran! Do you believe in reincarnation?” And to that I must reply, yes. I think it is possible.

Now before you go biting my head off, you must understand something. I’ve had an interesting life in terms of otherworldly things.

I grew up in a Baptist church (saved and baptized) under a rather strict father and grandparents. I was sheltered from a lot of things, and when you do that to a kid it only increases their desire to explore.

So, that’s what I did. I went exploring. I won’t get into all the details, but quite simply, I had (and was) experiencing things that defied logic as well as what the bible was teaching me to believe.

So I opened my mind to other possibilities.

Eventually, self hypnosis and past life regression were some of the first things I began to look into. And, wouldn’t you know it, but things (memories?) began to surface.

I haven’t gone down that road in some years now, but what I can remember from it is suiting to how I am today:

The memories, if you will, are of me on a sailing ship. We were sailing very close to a sheer cliff that was very tall and like a tan-ish color.

I know I had a woman back home that hated for me to be out at sea and would wait for me often at the docks; searching the horizon in hopes to catch a glimpse of our ship. I know she did this because she had told me at some point.

Fast forward…

I have always loved the old sailing ships. Later in life I would find myself working as a deckhand on towboats and I discovered the feeling of working on a boat was very soothing to my soul.

I’m attracted to water. I long for the ocean more than I care to admit, but the funny part is… I get sea sick! But, at the same time, I do love being in the mountains too.

So are these feelings the old roots of my former self that have sprouted into my current life? Or do I just really enjoy the mountains and being on and around water?

Who knows for sure?

There have been, and currently are, people in the world that can remember things from their past lives; or so they say. Sometimes, the memories they talk about can even be found in old documents to help support their claim.

However, some of the things they mention aren’t historically correct. And other people use these mistakes to slam those people, and the idea of reincarnation, to the ground.

But, honestly? If they can remember something that supposedly happened 50 to 400 or more years back, then don’t you think some things will naturally be fuzzy and obscured? I mean, what did you have for breakfast two months ago from today? Exactly!

Like I said, I’m not writing this to get into a contest over whose beliefs are right or wrong. Because of my own past, I have been forced to question my own beliefs. And what I believe in is my own business.

Now, since I’ve gotten COMPLETELY off topic, let me think for a second on what I’d want to reincarnate into if I had a choice.


Well, I’d probably want to be an animal; either a falcon or an owl or maybe even a three toed sloth. And for some good reasons. The most important of which is:

Animals don’t have to worry about bills! They don’t have to work. They don’t have to worry about renting or buying a house, buying groceries, their car breaking down, getting shot for wearing the wrong color shoes, and on and on I could go.

But, really, I love flying! So I’d probably cast my vote to come back as a bird. And if I had to come back as a person? Then I’d say a pilot or writer or maybe an actor. Although, a space explorer would be awesome, too!

Hell! Let’s put the icing on the cake, shall we? Let’s even bring me back as the opposite sex. I mean, why not?

On the other hand, knowing my luck, I’d probably end up coming back as a lump of crab grass or as a slug. I think I could handle being a snail, though.

So how about you? Without going into what religious beliefs you have, and just for fun, what would you want to come back as? Share it with us in the comments below!

Thanks for reading, and have a good one!

Cool Friends And Lasting Memories

When I was in the 7th grade, I made friends with a boy that I’ll refer to as K. K and I got along like peas and carrots. Sadly, our friendship was to be short lived. Childhood Memories

K was one of those people that came into my life at the right moment. He had that thing that only I seemed to know and understand. That’s probably because we walked on the same cloud.

K had a sister I’ll refer to as M. Never heard of M’s name before then. And come to think of it, I don’t think I have heard of anyone having the same name since.

I didn’t know his sister other than the few times I saw her. As for their parents, I think K’s mom stayed at home. His father, on the other hand, worked for a snack cake company.

They traveled a lot, and before I knew it, they were moving again. It must have been easier for him than it was for me. They moved all the time, so having to leave friends behind had become the norm.

But what made K so special to me?

It was his goofiness, his dorkiness, and the fact we saw eye to eye. This was in the days of the original Nintendo and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; which we both loved.

We would be the nerds we were and sing the Turtle’s theme song over and over – getting strange looks from all the other school kids.

He had WAY more TMNT action figures than I did, although I did have a pretty good collection of them myself. But video games and cartoons weren’t all we talked about.

K was a fairly heavy reader. And, if I remember correctly, his mom and sister were also. I made a trip with him to the local library one day where he introduced me to a new kind of book.

They were called “Which Way” books. I’m sure you’re familiar with them, but if you aren’t they go something like this:

You start off with the book giving you a bit of a story. Then, at the end of a section (not so much a chapter) you are given options that take you to different spots throughout the book.

After reading the listed options, you chose the direction you want the character or story to go. Sometimes the choice you made will lead to a quick end. Either you “won” or you died; in which case you would go back and take the now obvious route.

I thought the idea was rather clever. Apparently, so did K. We started writing a “Which Way” book of our own based on Nintendo games and using school kids as the game/story characters.

It was great fun and I was really getting into it. However, the book was never finished. K’s dad was being relocated and that was that.

K definitely had his quirks! One day I was spending the night at his house. The next morning, we were planning a full day of Turtles and cartoons, but some breakfast cereal was in order first.

He disappeared and came back to ask if I wanted milk in my cereal. I told him I did – as if there was any other way to eat cold cereal. Soon after he came back again with two bowls. And just when I was going for my first bite I noticed something…


I told K I said I wanted milk in my cereal. Happily shoving in mouthfuls from his own bowl, he said there was milk in it. I started to look real hard. Finally, in the middle of the bowl, I found what appeared to be moist bits of cereal.

Okay. Maybe he did put milk in it?

After moving the stuff around I saw a spoonful or two of what I was guessing to be milk in the bottom of the bowl. He was right! He did put milk in it. I suppose I should have clarified the AMOUNT of milk to put in it?

Something else K did that I found interesting was how he ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Everyday, K would bring his lunch to school. He would often bring a single sandwich with whatever else his mom packed him.

The sammie was always in a Tupperware type bowl. He would open the container, take a bite of the sandwich, put the sandwich back into the container, and shut the lid. He did this with every single bite.

After asking, he told me why he did it for, but I can’t remember the reason behind it now. But it always tickled me to watch him eat.

I still have a family picture he once gave me. I tried to trace his name, but it turns out he has a pretty common name. I don’t know what kind of person he grew up to be, if he even remembers me, or would even want to hear from me.

I have often wondered what happened to K, what he’s up to now, and if he ever finished writing that book.

I know the odds of K ever reading this are slim to none, but I would just like to take a moment to tell him something:

K, you were a cool dude, man! I missed our friendship after you left, and I have never forgotten you. For what it’s worth, I’m writing you in as a character into one of my books. M will be in it also.

I hope you’re doing well and have found success and happiness in your life and continue to do so. And, K? Donatello is still my favorite Turtle!

When The Moon Touched The Earth

It’s summer time in the lower Florida Keys. The year is 1994. The sun has hid its face, and yours truly is spending a gorgeous night in a bright orange tent just off the beach. Remembering The Florida Keys

The sound of the nearby waves  soothe my soul; filling me with a kind of inner peace I’m not accustomed to in Tennessee. The stars this night seem to be in the trillions! And I am praying this day never ends.

It has been a long journey to get here. Suffering from jet lag and a crowded bus ride from Fort Lauderdale, I decide to call it a day.

Breathing in deeply, taking in the salty air, I soak in the beauty that is before me; trying to engrave the image into a lasting memory. With my gear stowed, I find my place in the tent and close my eyes.

The sounds of men and boys talking and laughing keep me from drifting to sleep. So I lay in amazement at the thought of how a poor boy could be so lucky to be here…now…in this place.

There’s a deep swelling of emotions as I realize there is much more to come on this trip. But the thoughts are pushed out of my mind as I begin to take notice of how bright the sky is.

And soon I see why.

Across the mass of water that is the Atlantic, and blessing us with a head on view of all of its glory, the moon rises out of the ocean. But this wasn’t any ordinary moon like I have ever seen.

No. This was the grand daddy of them all!

The largest and brightest moon I have ever seen, and have ever seen since, floated slowly into the sky as a god returning gracefully back to it’s kingdom.

I simply could not believe what I was seeing! Without realizing I did it, I made my way out of the tent and walked closer to the shoreline. There I stood in sheer awe at the sight the filled my vision.

I wanted to cry!

There are those moments in our lives when we have the opportunity to witness something truly magnificent. They are when time slows to a crawl, the worries of the world become meaningless and you realize just how insignificant you really are.

It’s a feeling we all know – an experience the dictionary can not describe. But when it reveals itself to us it stops us in our tracks. All you can do is simply be.

My Boy Scout trip to the Sea Base that summer changed my life. I have never been the same since. But it’s a good change! And one that I hold onto dearly.

So to the place that I have so longed to return, thank you! Perhaps we shall meet again…

Mysterious, woman-like figure captured on Mars by NASA’s Curiosity rover

Wouldn’t be awesome if there was life on Mars and they looked more like something out of a John Waterhouse painting than the “little green men” we’ve become accustomed to expect?

So what is this? A trickery of light and shadow? Dust or vapor perhaps? Or is it an elegant woman observing something alien to her?

You decide! And be sure to share your thoughts in the comments section down below!

A Good Day To Die

Once upon a Cessna, my dad took me flying with him. It wasn’t my first time to fly as I’ve flown the planes myself before. Little did I know what was in store for me on THIS day! Here We Go!

Arriving at the airport, we made our way into a building where my father paid to rent a plane, buy the fuel, get the low down on weather conditions and chit chat about I only could guess what.

Minutes later we were walking off toward a tan and white-ish colored single engine Cessna. I was already getting excited about the prospect that soon our chariot would take us to where the birds fly.

Dad checked the fuel mixture, did the walk around to examine the condition of the plane and went through his pre-flight check list. A few more minutes went by.

Soon the engine came to life and dad was on coms with the tower getting permission to take off. The tower gave my father directions as to what altitude we would be flying as well as a bunch of other babble I couldn’t make out.

Using the foot rudders to taxi to the designated runway, I made our way to an area in which we would stop to check the flaps. More pilot lingo ensued.

With everything looking good, I was told to get us in the air. I pushed the throttle in and the airplane began to roar. We began to move and quickly gained speed.

Moments later, I pulled the wheel back and I could feel the plane leaving planet earth. The feeling was exhilarating! The safety of being on the ground was no more.

We soared over town for a few minutes before my dad gave me some interesting news. He was going to take over so he could show me a couple ways to get out of a stall.

Remember! In case of emergency, the Cessna can and will glide to the ground. I was preparing for what could turn out to be a very memorable airplane ride. Little good it did me!

The first method my dad showed me, I’m speculating, was engine failure. He pulled out the throttle to deaden the engine, but not kill it completely. The annoying stall buzzer sounded. Confusion sat in.

The props slowed to a “crawl” and the plane shuddered slightly – bouncing the nose up before it decided to show us what a 3-D version of plummeting to the ground looked like. Here we go!

My hands braced dash. Panic and terror washed over me. The things on the ground were getting larger in appearance by the second. So long world! At least I won’t have to worry about going back to school!

The father figure driving our sinking ship was now laughing; all the while coolly instructing me on what he was doing to restore control of the airplane. That’s right. He was talking normally!

He might as well been wearing a clown suit and singing a gospel hymn because I was beginning to think the only thing on my mind was going to be the last thing on my mind. Forever!

The aircraft sputtered, the propellers came back to full swing and we jolted as the plane began to climb back to altitude. Heart rate decreasing. Breathing returning to normal. All was well.

The laughing dad person asked me if I was okay. Seriously, dude? I acknowledged and was then told there was another nifty way to get out of a stall.

Another way? How many ways can one drive an airplane into the earth at a terminal rate of velocity? Are you freak’n kidding me? Cool! Let’s do this!

This time, the ole father of mine pulled back on the wheel. We started climbing – gaining more altitude. I looked out of the window and watched the things on the ground getting smaller and smaller.

Heck! This was more like it! Hold on a sec! He said we were going to stall the plane again, right? Okay, so-o-o…

We reached a thirteen degree critical point of climb. The stupid buzzer started making that racket again. Great. NOW what?

Once again, the propellers slowed, but, this time, something weird happened. For a second, and only for a second, the airplane seemed to hover motionless in mid air.

Then it happened.

The plane went into reverse; slightly falling backward before tilting over back onto its bow end. Talking about a very awkward feeling!

Once again, for the second time now, my hands went to the dash as if they were magnetically attracted. Pulse quickens. But a little more clear headed this time. After all, this wasn’t my first rodeo!

Dad went through the motions of regaining control of the airplane as before. The craft started back to life as it did before, and moments later we were back at cruising altitude.

Ah, good times! You know, even if you asked me at the very moment of panic if I was having fun I probably would have said I was. And would I ever do it again?

In a heartbeat!

So there ya have it! A little piece of my life. If you enjoyed this story, or have one of your own, put it in the comments. I’d love to read about it!

Thanks, everybody! Have an awesome day!

Guy On A Buffalo

These have to be some of the most hilarious videos I have watched in some time. I’ve seen them a while back, but decided to share them with YOU guys in case you haven’t.

If you’re not already doing so then you might wanna sit down. Because in just a moment you’re gonna be laughing too hard to stand up! Enjoy!

Guy On A Buffalo – Episode 1 (Bears, Indians & Such)

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Aw, you ain’t done yet, son! Keep going!

Guy On A Buffalo – Episode 2 (Orphans, Cougars & What Not)

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Dry them eyes! There’s MORE!

Guy On A Buffalo – Episode 3: Finale Part 1 (Origins, Villains & The Like)

Whatcha doin’ on the floor? Get back in that chair! You still have another round!

Guy On A Buffalo – Episode 4: Finale Part 2 (Rehab, Vengeance & What Have You)

Okay! Okay… Can ya breathe yet? Did ya like ’em? Tell us what you thought about them in the comments section below!

And while you’re at it, stop on by this website and thank The Possum Posse (all rights reserved) for their work! Keyword… “THEIR work!” Not mine!

A Long Infographic

Greetings to all!

Came across a website seeing what others have suggested for Bloggers to blog about. The site started out with this lo-o-ong infographic that I just simply HAD to share.

Click the pic. You may have to click it again to blow it up. OR…you can download the PDF here. Enjoy!

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See ya on the other side! Thanks for stopping by!


You Can’t Please Everyone

Let’s face it! You can’t please everybody. Plain and simple. And that’s what I want to talk about today: Pleasing everyone.

Hey everybody, Kyran Ravencroft here with a bit of a message for those who keep getting backlash for putting their BEST foot forward. Can't Win Them All

It’s only natural that you strive to do your best as an entertainer or artist. You do try to please everyone, or as many people as you can, but the reality is you just can’t do it.

There will ALWAYS be somebody out there that will not like something you did or said. You might not like my blog. I may not like the way you laugh. See how that works?

To deal with the onslaught of it all you have to thicken your hide. How to develop a thick skin: Leave your emotions at home. It’s mean and straight forward to say, but that’s just the way it is.

I have listed in another post already on ways to deal with the critics that are bound to jump out of the bushes and gnaw on your feet. To see the list go check out my post called Dealing With Grammar Nazis.

Right! So there it is. Just thought I’d take a quick moment to spew out my brain thoughts. Hope you found my words helpful.

Be sure to check out my T-Shirts and stay tuned in to see what random thing or things I talk about next. Thank you, and toodles!