Thursday, August 31, 2006
I've always enjoyed Lawhead's books (though I don't think I've finished the Celtic Rose trilogy for some odd reason). I've read all of his others, and the Pendragon Cycle are my favourite version of Arthurian legend that I've ever read.
Lawhead can't go wrong writing about the Celts or Celtic Britain (i.e. Wales when in later years), so this looks like a very interesting reimagining (or going back to the roots?) of Robin Hood. I can hardly wait...oh, did I already say that? :-) It does bear repeating.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
I've been thinking about starting a webcomic, partially set in my sci-fi universe. Here is a sample for a prologue to the comic. If this project gets off the ground it will be quite a while from now, knowing how long it takes me to plan things. But I think this might be possible. I'm not an artist, but I think I can make the plots work, and I can make a drawing style similar (but obviously not as good) to that seen in The Order of the Stick (or Miah's Stickromancer for those who read the forums) work with my limited talent.
I think this might be a fun way to explore concepts that I wouldn't otherwise explore in my writing at this stage--some of those ideas that appear too scientifically unfeasable (i.e. time travel) or too fanboyish (from my creation of the universe in high school where it was heavily based on Star Trek and Star Wars technology). Perhaps it wouldn't ultimately be canon, but it would plunge the depths of my writings.
Anyway, 'tis just something I'm working on. Tonight as I watched Eureka I started listing the causes of the destruction of Sol's planets. No, not complete physical destruction (for all), but decimation of the population. When I say Ragnarök I mean that the vast majority of human civilization throughout the stars will be wiped out. A bleak future. What would you do if you knew something like that was coming and it was impossible to stop? That, I think, is the key to an interesting narrator for this project. :-)
Monday, August 28, 2006
Can anybody else tell me what is wrong with this picture? The humour of transferring somebody from the Revolution isn't at issue.
The problem is that we have the wrong person! Patrick Henry is famous for saying "Give me liberty or give me death!" Nathan Hale is famous for saying (as the British executed him for espionage) "I regret that I have only one life to give for my country."
On the positive side it is pouring rain (hopefully it will keep up for a while). As soon as I take a shower I'm planning to take a walk wearing my trenchcoat--it has been too long since I've walked in the rain! This might also be a good day to finally replace my boots.
The last pair I bought I've thrown away--they were the most expensive ones at Wal-Mart, but they didn't have leather upppers--they wore out pretty quickly. My current pair are okay except for a crack from side to side through the sole. I hate the fact that the leather on my boots will be fine, but the soles wear out. *sigh* Anyway, needless to say my boots are not currently waterproof. It is high time I find some that are.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
An uncontrollable urge to dance.
[After Taranto, a town in southern Italy where this phenomenon was experienced during the 15-17th centuries. It's not clear whether tarantism was the symptom of a spider's bite or its cure, or it may have been just a pretext to dodge a prohibition against dancing. The names of the dance tarantella and the spider tarantula are both derived from the same place.]
I wonder what people at TMC would say if you tried to use this excuse (err...reason?) for dancing. :-)
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
Springdale, Arkansas 01.06.2005 22:00-22:30
My throat was quite sore today, making it difficult to swallow. As a result I didn't drive, fearing I would be too uncomfortable and distracted.
Nolensville, Tennessee 01.07.2005 22:37-22:45?
We left the house at seven something this morning and by the time we left Wal-Mart with my generic Day-Quill in hand it was 07:30, our designated start time....A combination of Day-Quill and Advil reduced the pain to a point where I could swallow and concentrate easier. I took my turn driving twice, the second for an hour or sow leaving Memphis (in heavy rain).
We had a good meal of chili and cornbread, though because of my throat I couldn't finish a full bowl [:(]....Hopefully I can get to sleep before the Ny-Quill I took at 19:10 wears off :).
Today wasn't fun at work--but thankfully I was outside. Without medicinal help it is much preferable to spit out excess saliva rather than swallowing it. Swallowing anything requires conscious effort.
This evening I was desparate, so I took two Advil. To my amazement the pain is gone. I'll be sure to stay dosed up tomorrow! The only problem (one I can definately live with) is what feels like a bit of phelgm at the back of my throat that no amount of clearing my throat can dislodge completely.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
What do you think?
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Tour of Duty [story title] 9736 TO [corresponds to 12542 AD on the planet Terra Oceanus]
An agonizing scream tore through teh chill evening air and with a shock of recognition I realized that it had emanated from my own raw throat. As sharp daggers of obsidian probed the raw flesh of my back I was able to analyze this and other perceptions with a detached and logical calm. The exposed skin on my arms and legs: raw, torn, and bleeding from the Alterian thorns and briars, screamed its own horrible melody. The soles of my feet were also in agony, their surface jagged with white flecks of bone leering out--released by the frantic dash over hot metal and pounded into shards by the long run through gravel, briars, cacti, and stone. To this rising cacophony of sensations was added the numb pain of my head and back, stinging from whips liberally applied in attempts to wrestle information past my recalcitrant lips.
At the end of my second wind, squinting my battered eyelids against the fierce setting sun, I had found it. rather my bloody torn feet had stumbled over the edge of the precipice and had tumbled my aching body down into the void. Mercifully my mind had slipped into unconsciousness as soon as the object, THE OBJECT, had seemed to rush up,eagerly, to smash into my skull.
Alone, unmourned, unknown; I felt myself slipping gradually sliding into oblivion. Had it all been for nothing? Was this to be the end? To find that which I had spent all I had gathered in my long life to find, as that very life slipped away? To have the object of my quest within my grasp and be unable to seize it? No I would not give up! and with that thought a madness took control of me, an insane desire to grasp it, even if it was the last thing I did. The madness sank deep roots into my consciousness and after expelling all though of pain it gathered unknown reserves of strength and sent them coursing to my tired, torn, throbing muscles. With a last surge of power, and however powerful it seemed at the time it was but a shadow of my previous might, I heaved my torso upright and turned toward IT. My miraculous reserves, however, drained from my muscles and failed me. I slumped over it, limp and unconscious.
As far as I can recall I came up with the genesis of this fragment (the painful description at the start) one morning while taking my shower before school. I don't remember much else except that the character was supposed to be impossibly old and perhaps involved with some form of time travel. I might pick the story up again some day, rework it into another plot, or both. I have no idea what will happen right now.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Saturday, August 19, 2006
I'm off Monday and Tuesday, but then Wednesday and Thursday I'll be doing carts alone in the evening--I can only hope the cart caddy will be back by then. Then for some absurd reason nobody is scheduled to work Friday or Saturday before 14:00!! I have no idea what anybody is thinking. I need to talk Eric (the guy in LP who writes the schedule) when he gets back from vacation. I don't really want to come in on a Saturday to see carts after nobody has been working on them all morning. Today Mike had to have Nick from LP help him for a few hours or he would never have kept up with the carts. Nick was quite grateful to see me come in to help Mike for his last three hours so that he could go inside. I was told that LP was supposed to help us with carts or inside whenever we needed it--but they're quite reluctant. And if they're hear late or early they NEVER bring carts in if the lot is bad.
Friday, August 18, 2006
I would write more, really I would, but I'm in the middle of a cold and my sinuses have just started acting up, plus I think I have a case of heartburn. :( More (hopefully of a recovery) later.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
The image you see at left will only link to a 1024x768 image whereas the thumbnail below is 1600x1200. I think my desktop monitor (currently in storage) is 1600x1200, but even if not that is currently the largest that pictures often come in and the standard I set to ensure that for a while pictures I collect would be suitable for backgrounds even on any new computers that I happen to buy in the future.
I don't know if I mentioned it here, but I recently printed out a couple of my pictures and framed them. One was my picture of the Cincinnati Museum Center at Union Terminal last year--taken at dusk. The other I know I posted here, from my trip to the lake while I was at my brother's last month. I'll post a picture of the pictures in their frames soon.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
While my sister and brother-in-law were driving Chris down to U of L I took the other kids swimming in the neighbor's pool. I got some great pictures--I love ones of people in mid-air. The only problem I have is that my camera isn't quite good enough to take pictures of such action completely unblurred. But that isn't really that big of a problem. They're still fun to look at.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
I would never have thought to set a medieval tale to rock music, but they made it work somehow. You can't beat Chaucer's dialogue either, 'tis great to see him verbally spar with others.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
The big guy on the right (actually smaller than the other guys), the one that looks like he is playing the guitar in a bright spotlight, yeah him. (I know that wasn't a complete sentence) He was my first acquisition of my recent collection. I found him at a nearby park--or rather one of the kids did, and they gave him to me after I revealed that he was a California raisin. I still consider myself a Californian before a Kentuckian.
The other guys came today. My brother-in-law's mom (Marie--yes she lives across the street, somewhat like Everybody Loves Raymond--and sometimes life around here feels like a sitcom--where everybody laughs at but not with you) has had a garage sale the past couple days--along with my sister. Apparently my nephew Chase found these raisins in her stuff and persuaded them to donate them to my cause. I'm quite grateful to him for these efforts. I'll have so much fun with them now, though I'll leave my first raisin next to my computer where he has guarded my mouse cord for many weeks now.
Besides sitting out at the family garage sale today I travelled to two other sales. The first was much larger--the local Catholic Children's home (on Orphanage road) is having their annual Flea Market this weekend. I picked up a few books (including a boxed set of the then "complete" four book Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy trilogy), a couple fun historical drinking glasse, a Duck Tales video, and a Jaci Velasquez CD (blame Joel for the CD--I first heard of her from him). I also bought a stuffed Pooh Bear (in either a rat or mouse costume) for my nephew Chase, who has about a dozen Poohs--including one small one I gave him years ago when clearing out some of my stuffed animals.
Later in the day Chase and I walked (between .5 and 1 miles) to a local garage sale. The only thing I bought there was a DVD (widescreen) of Star Wars Episode I. My brother gave me a VHS version a couple years ago, but I couldn't pass up a DVD for $1.00! It looks scratchless even, though I haven't tried to watch it yet. I'm listening to the music CD right now and all is good so far.
Oh, but how could I forget Chris? When I came home from work he was in the computer room, so I dropped in for a moment to say hi. He showed me several pictueres that he had taken today, and then showed me one of a church. He proceeded to tell me that the church had had a book sale, and showed me some pictures of the tables full of books. I was immediately jealous and said (jokingly) "I hate you." I tried to persuade him for a few mintues that he should have told me about it or called me, but eventually I just came up to my room to change and relax.
I didn't notice anything unusual until Chris came into the room. Then I noticed a stack of books next to my bed that hadn't been there when I left for work. I've had stacks of book there so often that it simply didn't register on my conscious mind.
No science-fiction--but nobody else knows exactly what I like or what I already own. The stack includes a lovely selection of old books, including an 1891 government textbook! One is a 1956 edition of The American Pageant textbook (I think I used a newer version in high school). Needless to say I quickly apologize to Chris for "hating him," ;-). He is quite forgiven for visiting a book sale without me!
PS Here is one of the historic glasses, distributed by the Gulf Oil Company
Saturday, August 05, 2006
I was supposed to leave work at 22:15 tonight, while I didn't get out of there until 23:13!! They already cheat me because I take a lunch (they didn't tell me that by taking a lunch, which by law I can, or is it must?, I could never reach an average of 40 hours a week--unless I were to work extra), so I merely regained two lunch periods this week and am in no danger of earning overtime.
Friday, August 04, 2006
There were quite a few main characters who died in the film--that is the big names that even I (who has never read an X-Men comic book) know (Cyclops, Jean Grey, Xavier) On the way home (I didn't drive so I didn't get to stay for the credits, :() I commented that the movie had an unusually high rate of attrition. Two of the car occupants stared at me--my non-reading nephew Ryan said "you can't use big words around me." I then had to explain the word (it is much easier to use words in the proper context than it is to define them).
A few minutes later Ryan (who was driving--he isn't that bad, but still learning) had to forcefully apply the brakes as he came up to a yellow light. As we came to a stop and our bodies reacted by moving forward for a bit and then coming to rest against the seats I remarked sarcastically "don't you love intertia?" It was a normal comment for me--I'm sure those of you who knew me at TMC heard me make many similar comments over the years. However, my brother-in-law's mom turned to me and said "I know what that means!" I think she thought I was just "using a big word" because she didn't know what attrition had meant earlier. *sigh* My vocabulary isn't that unusual is it?
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I'm sure that it was inevitable once I started using the e-mail address in more places on-line (i.e. ordering from different websites)--or once one spammer found it or started randomly targeting used Gmail addresses. I've been saving all of my spam since sometime last Thursday, just to see how many I recieve in a week. Gmail has only missed two or three, and in all the time I've had the account has only mislabeled two or three legitimate e-mails as spam. So far I'm up to 59 spam in my spam folder. I don't know how high it will have climbed by tomorrow evening.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
It is a new show from the Sci-Fi channel, and actually quite fun. The third episode airs tonight, and I'm not planning on missing it. :-)