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November 4, 2020
The PROSPECT Netflix trailer.
I first noticed PROSPECT in the long-ago time of 2018, when we had these things called mo-vie the-a-ters where one might watch self-contained cinematic stories projected on a giant screen. Alas, those innocent days are gone now. Lost forever, like tears in rain.
But at least it’s now on Netflix.
Via GeekTyrant.
Day 4, TINSEL RAIN NaNoWriMo: 10903/60000.
Well, it was a busy day, wasn’t it? Had to get up to get the car over to the shop, then run around getting the kids squared away on their homework before their dental appointments. Then after that we had to go back to the homework, and it took me forever to get 2,000 words in.
Still did, though. Which is good, because I got a newsletter to finish.
Patreon!We found a sixth zombie the same place we found Igor the coroner’s assistant: in the slab room, with Igor holding back the zombie with one of those circular high chairs. He looked unbitten, the bastard, and actually beamed when he saw us. “Oh, hi, Shamus! Could you take care of this?”
I glowered at him. “Fine,” I muttered and did my lay-down trick again. It took a full ten seconds at this point; I might need to do some lying down, myself. As I said before, this isn’t my best skill.
But Igor didn’t seem to mind. He put down the chair and started massaging his shoulder, ruefully. “Thanks,” he said. “They just all up and animated, all at once. If I wasn’t in that space between the cabinets they would have swarmed me – hey, are you hurt?”
“It’s fine,” I replied. “I cleaned out the wound.” I looked down; yeah, it was knitting up nicely, no sign of infection. “I’ll be all right. What the hell, Igor?”
On pre-order: Jim Geraghty’s HUNTING FOUR HORSEMEN.
Jim’s an old friend from the Time Before and he writes books, too! HUNTING FOUR HORSEMEN is his latest technothriller and while I’m sure he’d happily cough up an author’s copy, why should I deny him that heady pleasure of a sale? Anyway, it’s a sequel to BETWEEN TWO SCORPIONS, which I read, and found nifty. Feel free to check them out.
November 3, 2020
The WILLY WONKA & THE CHOCOLOATE FACTORY Pitch Meeting.
I forgot to put this up. It gets weird a bit in. Just like WILLY WONKA & THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY.
11/03/20 Update, TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter.
Quiet day for the TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION Kickstarter, although I sold a couple of books. I’m getting the impression something else is going on right now, or something. Ach, well. The important thing is to keep on keeping on.
The NATIONAL TREASURE Honest Trailer.
Honest Trailers didn’t love NATIONAL TREASURE the way I loved NATIONAL TREASURE…
…but then, I have a specific reason (which I think I’ve mentioned before) for loving NATIONAL TREASURE: to me, it is the perfect example of a tabletop RPG campaign brought to life. Everything about it is spot-on, from the faintly ridiculous yet thought-out characters to the absolutely absurd, yet compelling plot. There’s even one scene where I can hear the dice when two of the PCs flunk their History (American) rolls and the third one somehow manages to crit a straight IQ check. I know that this isn’t actually Jerry’s Saturday game brought to the screen, but I don’t really care. It’s fun anyway.
11/03/20 NaNoWriMo Update, TINSEL RAIN: 8901/60000
It took me a while to get things going, alas. Kids and homework and whatnot. Well, that and the minor detail that most of the online people I know today are so stressed they’re vibrating, which is making me vibrate in sympathy.
Patreon!Graciella looked at the scene with a certain ghoulish (or just teenage) interest. “Wow,” she said. “Whoever did this must be drenched in blood right now.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said absently as I peered at the body. I’m not St. Holmes, but it never hurts to take a look at a scene. Good practice, if nothing else. Speaking of: “Why don’t you take another look, Graciella, and tell me why the killer’s not?”
Teenagers don’t like to be told when they’re wrong, but she managed to squash any dirty looks and instead gave the scene another once-over. After a minute she said, “Oh. Not many splatters.”
“Or clouds of flies,” I replied. “There’s a lot of blood in a body, and when it leaks, it can get everywhere. See the throat?” I pointed. “That got cut after the poor bastard died. Maybe some of the gut shots, too. Hell, maybe the guy didn’t die from a knife wound at all. He’d still bleed afterward, and it’d look more like this.”
I stood up. “Well, I’ll tell the cops when they show up. Then they can pretend to be happy I’m doing their job for ‘em.”
Graciella frowned. “So we’re not investigating the murder?”
“Not yet. Maybe never. We’re here for Cases, Graciella. So far this is just a weird murder in an alley. oh, hey, here’s the cops now.”
Tweet of the Day, I Questioned The Used Of The Word ‘Taken’ Here… edition
…but when I clicked on the link I was forced to concede that, yes, this case keeps getting weirder and weirder. And, dare I say it? The elements are proving to be steadily less… savory.
Lede of the day: "An investigation into the crossbow murder of a Russian sausage magnate has taken a bizarre turn…" https://t.co/wzxMOTKJtM
— Jesse Walker (@notjessewalker) November 3, 2020
