Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Millennicon is nearly upon us.

March is here, oh dear droogies, and with it comes Millennicon. This con is always a treat for me. The atmosphere is pretty loose, the people are quite friendly and I always have a good time.

Here is what you have to look forward to, if you join me:
Laura Resnick is the Guest of Honor. Laura is not just a hell of a writer, but a damn cool person as well. Down to earth but serious as hell about her work. I’d be fine just hanging out with her the whole time. Also, Tim Waggoner is there and he is always great.

The Winton Woods Headcases (a student writing group for the Winton Woods District) will be doing a reading at 11am on Saturday. First off, these are teenagers who are so dedicated to their writing that they are willing to get up before noon on a Saturday. If that ain’t amazing, I don’t know what is. Plus, you will get to hear stories about cool things like children who kill for teeth and Old ladies who fight dragons over a toaster. It’ll be pretty cool.

Also, I’ll be there. During the open ceremonies, you can see me with my fellow Headcases as we receive this year’s HAL award. I’m dern proud of that. Also, I’ll be talking Walking Dead and relationships at 11pm. And I am running a workshop on taking that BIG IDEA and turning it into a story someone would actually want to read on Saturday at 2pm.

It’s gonna be a fun time. You should come and buy me a beer. Or let me buy you a beer. Or just talk about dorky shit. Whatever.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

When paying back just ain't good enough

Warning: I’m going to start off whining and bitching, but it goes somewhere good. Please ride it out and indulge a fool.

I’m not going to spell it all out for the world, but 2014 was a shitty year for me and mine. Emotionally and financially devastating. As much as we all love the heartwarming message of Christmas specials, that financial shit was what really kicked our asses. 

In the course of this and through the aftermath, I realized how many amazing people I know. People that propped us up and helped us through with moral support, open arms and more open wallets than I have any reason to feel worthy of. Some of this from people I have never met in person. I’ve made no bones of it in the past, but it bears restating: I know some fucking wonderful people.

We could not have made it through this crap without them. 

It wasn’t just the money that pulled us through, though that sure as fuck was needed. It wasn’t just the people who screamed along with us, or the hugs, or the beer, even if we really needed those as well. It was the knowledge that people cared.

None of us can change the world, but we can each make it a bit better for someone. Sometimes it’s lending a hand, sometimes an ear, sometimes that twenty bucks I was going to use for something pretty for myself. I have a suggested opportunity below to help someone in need, but don’t feel limited to that. I’m sure there is someone you know that could use an outstretched hand. It can make a world of difference.

Help a Veteran and his Family recover from a house fire. (from this point on, nobody is allowed to say anything mean about mother-in-laws)

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Another update on context

Well, fuck.

Seriously. Dammit, people.

So, some stupid shit happenedat context and officials dealt with it in a stupid manner. And it pissed off a lot of people, myself included, who said they would not attend the convention. Then, there appeared to be hope. A new Con-Com made up of people that would actually try to help congoers feel comfortable and secure at the convention.

You get the point. Context is done, for me. I’m sad, because this was my first real convention and it has meant much to me over the years. I have met new people, built friendships and learned a shit-ton and been given the opportunity to act like a total dork with people who understand.
There will be other conventions, but none will feel the same for me as Context once did.

Fucking people, man.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Proof of the War on Christmas!

Fox news finally found it. objective and pure.

If you don't have time to follow the link, or just don't like giving your clicks to fox news (I understand both), here is the skinny: Jasen Dixon, of Sycamore Township near Cincinnati, has been told by his local government to take down the nativity scene he put up on his own property. The logic is based on a regulation that “does not allow structures to be located in the front or the side yard to occupy more than 35 percent of the area. Also, the primary structure must be 3 feet from the street, and 6 feet from the house.”* One neighbor is quoted as saying that he “didn't really pay it any attention until the different color lights came on, then finally the baby was put in the manger.” That’s right, folks, he complained once he saw the baby Jesus. Lit up in glory, as our lord and savior should be.

Now, I have not personally, roamed the rough streets of Sycamore Township, where the police must quiver in fear nightly if they have to combat such monsters, but I will venture that someone has a giant inflatable Frosty or a Santa in a Hawaiian shirt that sits too close to either the street or house. Hell, I’ve got someone down the street from me who only has about 10 square feet of yard to work with and every damn inch is lit up and pulsing. 

I bet they wouldn’t do this if it was a life-sized statue of L. Ron Hubbard.

*The quote is from the article on Fox News, not from the regulations, so there may be some discrepancy in specifics of the wording. I was, quite honestly, too lazy to look it up myself.

Let's open this up, see what's inside.

Hi-dee-ho neighbors,

My friends all know that I get these ideas. Grand things that I think are really awesome. Usually, I realize how much they suck or that they will require more than I am capable of putting in and they fizzle off into nothing. The world as a whole is none the wiser and no one is irrevocably damaged in the process, so long as we ignore THE INCIDENT.*


Every once and awhile, one seems worth pursuing. This is one. I’ve moved forward to creating my own review website: The Eviscerating Pen.**

I’ve gathered a team of solid individuals to work with me and our goal is fairly simple: wallow in our own subjectivity and tell any pretense of objectivity to take a running boomerang at itself. I’ve never been a fan of reviewers that try to pretend that their opinions are universal, as they come off as self-important dickwads. That part isn’t all that original, I know.

However, I haven’t seen any review sites that dependably focus on cover art, even though that is, to me, a vital part of the experience of a book, album or movie. This will provide an opportunity to celebrate those who put serious effort into such an overlooked, yet important, craft. We’ll also have a regular artist spotlight to provide detailed information on our favorite visual artists.
I’m not certain how this is going to work out, but I’m sure it will be fun.

As a last note, I want to thank Piper Morgan, Greg Hermes and Lawrence Resetarits for backing me in this. Maybe, one day, We will be able to set up advertising and I can pay your asses what you deserve.

*which never occurred. According to all legal, professional and private individuals, nothing, whatsoever, happened to that mackerel.
**credit due to Tim Deal and Shroud Publishing, as I stole the name (with permission) from my first and only Hiram Award I received from them years ago.