Monthly Archives: August 2005

Camping

We went camp­ing on the week­end. [edit: The pho­tos are now posted.] I’d never been down to the beach at Minnedosa. It was a lovely spot, and the stars at night as we walked back to our tent were amaz­ing. We were right down on the beach, too, which was still as glass, reflect­ing the

As promised…

…my two “Gun­slinger” sto­ries are avail­able over on my writ­ing blog, Fan­tômes. Enjoy! [edit] Except now, of course, the host that I have my writ­ing blog set up on has been unreach­able for 12+ hours. Brilliant.

New story

So I sat and wrote for about 2½ hours straight. I neglected my wife, I have a wicked case of numb-bum, and I have a new 2500ish-word story, a sequel of sorts to an ear­lier work. Tomor­row I’ll prob­a­bly post both of ‘em over in Fan­tômes. Right now it’s time for bed.

By the Numbers

I almost titled this one “8y 7h3 Numb3r5”, but then I remem­bered how much I hate 1337speak. So. I went for a bike ride tonight, a nice lit­tle jaunt that took me in a big cir­cle (well, a square) (well, a poly­gon of some kind) from my place down to 34th street, then south and

Maybe it’s genetic

Does sneak­i­ness run in the fam­ily? My nephew:

1000 words at a time

A thou­sand words tonight, in about an hour. My novel-in-progress, Earth Fleet*, is now at 10,000+ words of a pro­jected 120,000ish. Snip­pet: Cabrell hadn’t been to the hub since the press­gang order had come into effect. He’d almost for­got­ten, this morn­ing, had in fact been sit­ting down to a large break­fast when some lit­tle angel

Mmmm.…

All day my house has smelled like beef stew. I guess that’s the peril of own­ing a slow cooker.

Loud obnoxious goodness

Bought Rob Zombie’s Past, Present and Future album today. It’s his great­est hits com­pi­la­tion CD/DVD, and has stuff like “Thun­der Kiss ’65″ and “Drag­ula” on it. Great tunes, if you like that sort of thing. The man (and his band, the now-defunct White Zom­bie) pretty much invented grind­core, I think. And if they didn’t invent,

Short book reviews

Harry Pot­ter and the Half-Blood Prince J. K. Rowl­ing Like every­one else on the net, I found this to be a darker work than what came before. There were fewer descrip­tive pas­sages this time around, which allowed a greater focus on the action. I under­stand that, at 1Gsec+ of age, I’m not the tar­get audi­ence

1 GSec; Why I’m not a samurai

Some­time in the last few months I turned one bil­lion sec­onds old. I think the cake requires tiny blue LEDs rather than can­dles. Don’t want to burn down the house… I went to judo tonight, but nobody showed up. Not a huge sur­prise — it’s sum­mer, and there are a cou­ple of our mem­bers at the