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Heat Fades
Nov. 9th, 2004 07:45 am
Just felt the need to plug a comic or two. Boomer Express begins a new storyline here, and it'd be a pretty good jumping on point. :) The stories are a *lot* shorter from the first one, we promise. :)
Also, Tyrnn is guest-writing Funny Farm Comics for a run of 20 strips. See what I mean when I say he's actually damn good at comic writing, and sells himself short way too much. :)
This weekend was really busy; Odis' Dragonlance Game commenced on Friday night/Saturday morning, and it was one of the more RP-intensive games we've ever had. Dah (me) and Rust (Silver) made some good progress in their relationship, though the little rat ended up being severely pissed at Lucky (Delphi) by the end of the night. Poor Rust had a kind-of frustrating night, while for Dah it was the BEST NIGHT EVER. He even won a Prestidigitation Fight with Lucky. More details on that later; I really ought to post an ultimate geekery post or two about the backstory so far, with game summary to follow. I'll work on that today and tomorrow.
Saturday was insanely busy. Sherri's farking dog wouldn't let me sleep more than three hours, so I got up and puttered around before heading out with a bunch of folks to see "The Incredibles." Wow, what an amazing movie. It was easily worth the 40 minutes of previews beforehand (to be fair, "Cars" and even "Episode III" looked kinda cool), and just...wow. :) It was what "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" tried to be, but didn't have the writing to pull off. Brad Bird is one of those people I'll follow through just about anything. :)
After the movie, there was a birthday dinner for Virginia followed by a poker party. By that time, the stress of Odis' game *and* the three hours of sleep were beginning to seriously catch up with me, so I had to excuse myself and go to bed and stuff.
Sunday I worked. I'll be working six days a week throughout November, filling in for a coworker who's taking a pretty extended vacation. It's a good way to catch up and get ahead on hours before the holiday season, I guess, and Sundays are easy days to work so I don't mind quite as much. Still, only having one day off will be...interesting. :)
There's so much *more* I want to say, but there's a lot of other stuff that I need to do. Working on two poems so I'll have a portfolio of five for submission to Reed Magazine. I have short stories littered around me like some kind of creative cemetary, and I haven't gotten around to robbing the graves to make a Promethean monster out of them. I'm also trying to think of possible plays to write for AC or something. <:) The problem is the only thing that's jumping out at me is really simple: furs preparing for a convention, and dealing with all the drama that comes with that. There's way too much opportunity for it to be heavy-handed and After School Special for me to even touch it, though. I want something that'll be interesting and different, but relatable. There's a play that I wrote in college called "The Armageddon Blues" that I could dust off, but it would require a badly made teddy bear fursuit, at least two dozen cigars, and some pretty intense set design. ;) The play was kind of unfocused, though...I had this vague kind of message with it. It was about this really self-absorbed musician who was determined to write and perform the last song ever before the world ended. I have this serious hard-on for apocalyptic scenarios, and I wanted to really create this believable sense of chaos and pointlessness. When just about anything and everything you could do in the next 24 hours will be nothing but dust afterwards, what *do* you do? I'm fascinated by people's reactions to the world's end, because chances are 95% of what people consider important loses its meaning when there's a Texas-sized asteroid threatening to bomb the planet. ;) When people are *forced* to look at the rather existential nature of existence, what sort of things come out? Well, for this guy, he invests his meaning in this one song, ignoring everything else that's going on around him. His best friend is a chain-smoking guy in a bear suit named Toodles who serves as a rather disgruntled Jiminy Cricket, slapping him around to try and get him to notice what's around him. There's also a mime who kills an old woman, and random R + B backup singers who try to latch onto our hero whenever he composes something that smells like a song. Can you tell this was written in college? :D Thinking about it, it actually could be a *lot* of fun. I just need to tighten up the focus a bit, and make sure the characters are solid. Toodles was never very clearly defined as a person, only as...a plot device. Hmm. Ah well, can't think about it too much more. :) Work calls!
Also, Tyrnn is guest-writing Funny Farm Comics for a run of 20 strips. See what I mean when I say he's actually damn good at comic writing, and sells himself short way too much. :)
This weekend was really busy; Odis' Dragonlance Game commenced on Friday night/Saturday morning, and it was one of the more RP-intensive games we've ever had. Dah (me) and Rust (Silver) made some good progress in their relationship, though the little rat ended up being severely pissed at Lucky (Delphi) by the end of the night. Poor Rust had a kind-of frustrating night, while for Dah it was the BEST NIGHT EVER. He even won a Prestidigitation Fight with Lucky. More details on that later; I really ought to post an ultimate geekery post or two about the backstory so far, with game summary to follow. I'll work on that today and tomorrow.
Saturday was insanely busy. Sherri's farking dog wouldn't let me sleep more than three hours, so I got up and puttered around before heading out with a bunch of folks to see "The Incredibles." Wow, what an amazing movie. It was easily worth the 40 minutes of previews beforehand (to be fair, "Cars" and even "Episode III" looked kinda cool), and just...wow. :) It was what "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow" tried to be, but didn't have the writing to pull off. Brad Bird is one of those people I'll follow through just about anything. :)
After the movie, there was a birthday dinner for Virginia followed by a poker party. By that time, the stress of Odis' game *and* the three hours of sleep were beginning to seriously catch up with me, so I had to excuse myself and go to bed and stuff.
Sunday I worked. I'll be working six days a week throughout November, filling in for a coworker who's taking a pretty extended vacation. It's a good way to catch up and get ahead on hours before the holiday season, I guess, and Sundays are easy days to work so I don't mind quite as much. Still, only having one day off will be...interesting. :)
There's so much *more* I want to say, but there's a lot of other stuff that I need to do. Working on two poems so I'll have a portfolio of five for submission to Reed Magazine. I have short stories littered around me like some kind of creative cemetary, and I haven't gotten around to robbing the graves to make a Promethean monster out of them. I'm also trying to think of possible plays to write for AC or something. <:) The problem is the only thing that's jumping out at me is really simple: furs preparing for a convention, and dealing with all the drama that comes with that. There's way too much opportunity for it to be heavy-handed and After School Special for me to even touch it, though. I want something that'll be interesting and different, but relatable. There's a play that I wrote in college called "The Armageddon Blues" that I could dust off, but it would require a badly made teddy bear fursuit, at least two dozen cigars, and some pretty intense set design. ;) The play was kind of unfocused, though...I had this vague kind of message with it. It was about this really self-absorbed musician who was determined to write and perform the last song ever before the world ended. I have this serious hard-on for apocalyptic scenarios, and I wanted to really create this believable sense of chaos and pointlessness. When just about anything and everything you could do in the next 24 hours will be nothing but dust afterwards, what *do* you do? I'm fascinated by people's reactions to the world's end, because chances are 95% of what people consider important loses its meaning when there's a Texas-sized asteroid threatening to bomb the planet. ;) When people are *forced* to look at the rather existential nature of existence, what sort of things come out? Well, for this guy, he invests his meaning in this one song, ignoring everything else that's going on around him. His best friend is a chain-smoking guy in a bear suit named Toodles who serves as a rather disgruntled Jiminy Cricket, slapping him around to try and get him to notice what's around him. There's also a mime who kills an old woman, and random R + B backup singers who try to latch onto our hero whenever he composes something that smells like a song. Can you tell this was written in college? :D Thinking about it, it actually could be a *lot* of fun. I just need to tighten up the focus a bit, and make sure the characters are solid. Toodles was never very clearly defined as a person, only as...a plot device. Hmm. Ah well, can't think about it too much more. :) Work calls!
