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October 5, 2021
In the Mail: @RobinDLaws’ KARTAS Pickman T-Shirt.
Link to buy your own here.
Not gonna lie, though: my take on the subject is possibly a bit more aesthetically pleasing. …Well, not really. There is definitely a different aesthetic, though.
The OPERATION MINCEMEAT trailer.
I’m still not convinced about OPERATION MINCEMEAT.
I mean, the underlying story is awesome. But can you sustain a two hour movie with it? Full points, though, for bringing in Ian Fleming, particularly since a lot of people think he came up with the idea in the first place.
Moe Lane
PS: Ain’t saying this ain’t a thing; just that it may not be my thing. Not quite sure why, either.
10/5/21 Snippet, THE JOB’S THE JOB.
Innuendo!
Patreon!“He says his name is Chauncy. He doesn’t remember anything else, not even a last name.” She handed me a sketch. “I’ve drawn him several times, and this is as good a likeness of his face as I can manage, sorry.”
The sketch wasn’t bad, actually; Green was shaping up to be a woman of many competencies. ‘Chauncy’ had been male and young when he died, with regular features, a short-cut mass of curly hair and a short beard. Ghosts manifest in various shades of gray, but from the shape of the face and the hair I was guessing he had probably been African-American in life. It was the kind of face that could easily set a woman’s heart a-flutter, and I hoped that wasn’t part of an act. Ghosts manifest for mortals for reasons, and they’re not always great ones.
“Amnesia?” I said, putting down my mug. “That happens with ghosts sometimes. They have to be really new or really old, though. Does Chauncy have an accent? And how does he manifest? What clothes is he wearing?”
“I think he’s American. From around here. He doesn’t talk old-timey or anything. And,” — she looked down for a second — “I don’t know what clothes he wore when he was alive.”
The STAR WARS: VISIONS Honest Trailer.
Dagnabbit, I forgot STAR WARS: VISIONS was out. Thanks, Honest Trailers!
October 4, 2021
‘Monster in My Head.’
Too good to pass up.
Monster in My Head, Michael Longcor
Tweet of the Day, I Was Looking For Scary And I Found It edition.
Okay, I’m being mean. Still: if I have to see it, then so do you.
Go Hawkeyes pic.twitter.com/ge7l9aXu06
— David Burge (@iowahawkblog) October 4, 2021
Been looking for Book Fairs/conventions in MD to vend in.
Slightly slow going, alas: I don’t want to drive three hours, and I definitely don’t want to spend two hundred bucks on a table when I’m not going to make that money back. If people know of reasonably-price book fairs in Maryland, feel free to let me know. I’ll also happily participate in book signings at local bookstores! Aside from the sales, it’ll help get my name out.
Introducing the homemade NERF Scorpion!
That’s scorpion as in ‘muzzle-loading field artillery,’ because that’s what this thing is. Although admittedly it uses pressurized air instead of torsion energy.
Via GeekTyrant. And let me be clear about this: this is a proof-of-concept canned-air siege weapon. At half power and a 45 degree elevation it can lob a PVC and plastic projectile 250 feet; the (blunt) missile can crack a concrete block at full strength, and point-blank range. I may steal this idea for my next Morgan Barod novel. Or at least figure out how to hand-wave it away.
Moe Lane
10/04/21 Snippet, THE JOB’S THE JOB.
Meetings!
Patreon!What? Amanda Green called me back within an hour. Every client I’ve ever known will spend a hunk of time convincing themselves that they really wanted to hire me. Or they decide that they really don’t. Nothing I’m going to say will make a difference, so why should I stay on the line while they’re deciding?
Ms. Green was one of the apologetic ones, like needing the services of a supernatural plumber was a moral failing on her part (sometimes it is, but those people either never clean up after themselves, or they’re dead). I let her get a few apologies out before I steered the conversation to actually having a face to face meeting. She wanted one right away, and didn’t blink when I gave her my office address. That didn’t say anything one way or the other about how serious her situation was, but it spoke wonderful volumes on her willingness to pay.
I was expecting a forty-something woman with nervous eyes and a perpetual look of worry on her face to show up at my office late that afternoon, and that’s exactly what I got. But I was also expecting her to wear useless New Age jewelry, all crystals and clunky stones and maybe a dreamcatcher necklace. I was half-right: she might have been wearing tacky occult jewelry, but it was real tacky occult jewelry. Ms. Green here either knew her business, or knew somebody who did.
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