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November 16, 2020
The ‘Ehhhh?’ new THE STAND trailer.
I’m not sure they got it right. As Stephen King himself noted, THE STAND is a book about medieval Christianity, and while King may not have meant that description in an entirely positive way, the novel draws a lot of power from the idea that the Divine is not and will not be commanded by Man. It’s not enough to believe in God; what’s needed here is to fear Him and His implacable, inexorable goodness, and I don’t know if there’s a mainstream director at the moment who can manage that.
But I might be wrong, here.
11/16/20 UPDATE, TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter (60 hours to go!)
And so, we begin the final sprint. The TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter has been very educational. I think even more so than the first one. The first one let me know there was an interest in my stuff; this one is letting me know what I need to do to work from there. Well, if it was easy everybody would do it, right?
Day 16, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo Kickstarter: 34374/60000.
It’s starting to cohere. Maybe. I think. Gonna be a Frankenstein* of a book at 60K, though. I need to add at least 20K to it… probably next year.
*Somebody recently noted that knowledge is knowing Frankenstein’s creation is the monster; wisdom is knowing that Frankenstein himself is. I more or less agree with this.
Patreon!“So, you think he walked off with something from the warehouse? Something unofficial?” Graciella frowned. “But wouldn’t they have noticed that?”
“Not if they didn’t know they had it. Let me fill you in. You remember the manifests of the shipment that came in, the night Brigham took a powder?” She nodded. “A shame the paper trail didn’t tell us who sold the shipment to Brigham’s bosses – but that’s okay. No seller means you can guess ‘the Adventurers’ Guild’ and get it right, nine times out of ten. The Guild’s always picking up unconsidered trifles and bringing ‘em back for resale. With a markdown for ‘as is’ and ‘no questions answered,’ sure.”
“Really? Where do they get the goods?”
I put up a finger. “Ah, but that’s a question.”
“But what about the original owners?”
“Another question.”
This seemed annoying to Graciella, for some reason. I suppose she had a vigorous view of property rights. “And… all right, fine. I don’t see how this is any different from pirates or bandits.”
“Okay, that one I can answer,” I replied. “It’s the Adventurers’ Guild. Bandits or pirates aren’t the Guild’s competitors; they’re its prey.”
Political Beats started a Patreon.
Despite the name, Political Beats is basically a deep dive musical podcast where they pull in people from The Life to talk about important things, like relevant bands. Jeff’s a good dude and he’s been doing the podcast for forever; fans been nagging him to do something about getting it funded, and this is it. Check it out.
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MY Patreon is, of course, here.
Tweet of the Day, This Penny Arcade Strip Is All Too Real edition.
I showed it to my eldest, you see. And he absolutely and on the spot had to go watch Ghost Rider clips. And he howled at how awful those clips were. Oh, how he howled.
Happy Monday! pic.twitter.com/lCsn6LSEj6
— Gabe (@cwgabriel) November 16, 2020
November 15, 2020
11/15/2020 Update, TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter (3 days left!)
Tomorrow in the early afternoon the TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter will hit the 72 hour point. A day later the automatic reminders for people who showed interest but didn’t back go out. But why wait?
Day 15, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo: 32324/60000.
I did more work than I thought I had, I guess. No complaints!
Patreon!The guy was selling ribs of some kind; the stove was absurdly small, but he kept shoveling uncooked meat into one end and pulling spicy-smelling goodness out the other. He brightened when I approached. “Senor! Take a chance and try my delectable concoctions!”
“Sure,” I said. “Gimme one lunch or whatever you call it. How much?”
He kept talking. “You might be wondering how this marvel was done…”
“No, I wasn’t. One lunch. How much?”
“…but I assure you, no magic is involved! Merely the chemical knowledge of the ancients…” He finally stopped at the point, his eyes trying to focus on the money I was waving in his face.
“There we go. One lunch, please,” I said, enunciating each word. “Hold the spiel.”
Sulking, he gave me the lunch: a few boneless ribs, wrapped in some chewy bread, with rice to soak up the sauce. “It comes with a drink,” he managed.
“You got any lemonade?”
“Yes.” He brightened. “Only, it’s not actually made from lemons…”
“Does it taste like lemonade?” I interrupted him again.
“Yes.” The sulk was back.
“Good enough.” He gave me a cup of it; I sipped, and raised my eyebrows. It was good, but it was also cold. “Thanks,” I said, and turned.
“I used dry ice to chill it!” the guy almost yelled at my back. I raised my cup in acknowledgment, without turning.
The THE LEGEND OF EL CID Amazon trailer.
Saw this on Facebook. THE LEGEND OF EL CID might not suck. Or at least the chain mail looks good.
Patreon Microfiction: Table for One At Le Déchets.
As ‘Table for One At Le Déchets’ might suggest, the idea of a civilized ghoul interests me. I suppose it’s the subversion of expectations. Or maybe I simply like how Lovecraft’s ghouls got pretty cool as he kept working on ’em. Either way…
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