Tracy S. Morris

Quirky Mysteries, Screwball Fantasy and Sassy History

Archive for September, 2017

I Am Not Making This Up : Reality TV Before There Was TV

When we think of reality shows, we think of people who look like rockstars decorating cakes with power tools. But reality-based entertainment is older than you’d think. The monarchy in the courts of Louis XIV up through Louis the XVI (up until the French Revolution) lived life in a fishbowl, allowing random nobility to watch […]

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FenCon Is Coming!

One of my favorite conventions of the year, FenCon is coming. My schedule, however, is here. Friday: 3:00 Invasion Of The Podcast People 4:00 Return Of Son Of Super – Hero 10:00 Yard Dog Press Roadshow Saturday 10:00 FenCon Squares (yee Haw!) 1:00 autographs 1:30 Reading Sunday 11:00 – female Fighters and armor See you […]

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I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 25 Lifestyles of the Rich and Poisonous

Though the Robert Browning poem The Laboratory is a fictional poem, it may be based on a true event. A scandal that swept 17th century France, leading all the way to the Sun King’s inner circle, and right to the doors of his official mistress.

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I Am Not Making This Up: Like Ghost Rider, Only With Camels

In 1883, two ranchers near Eagle Creek Arizona left their wives and children in their ranch house and rode out to check their cattle.

One of the women went to draw water from a nearby spring, leaving the other to tend to the children.

The woman in the house heard a scream. When she looked out the window, she saw some kind of monster, riding a fearsome red beast. Frightened, she locked the door and pulled the kids close. Her friend never returned.

When the ranchers returned that night, they found the other woman’s trampled body, surrounded by cloven hoof prints.


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I Am Not Making This Up: Ep. 24 The Real Rapunzel

There is a story of a girl who is locked away in a tower and forbidden to see her one true love.  But this is no story about a signing princess with a talking animal friend.  And the king in this story is the bad guy.  

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