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Made it to Colorado Springs today safe and sound. We stopped in Omaha for a day or so to take care of a few things. It's funny how much I found that I missed the O. I remember hating it. Then again, I was a dumbshit enlisted man back then. Now I'm a dumbshit married NCO. By the time I'm a master sergeant I'll probably be in fucking love with the place.
Colorado, however, is simply beautiful. We're going to do some exploring tomorrow, see what's out there.
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So among my new year's resolutions is to post here more, so here we go.
I'm currently sitting in a motel room in Milwaukee, me and the family are on our way to Colorado to begin my next assignment. A lot changed since the last post. The plan to get out of the military was changed at the last minute, and I'm pretty much in the Air Force for another 16 years or until they kick me out, whichever comes first.
I never walked across Virginia, although I make room for the prospect of walking across Colorado at some future date. I definitely want this coming assignment to be different from the last. I want to get out and see more of the state, for instance. We were in Virginia for four years and barely saw any of it.
Need to get back on the fitness train too. For awhile, I was doing really well. A deployment will do that. Working out every day, weight lifting and cardio. I kind of let it go when I got back tot he world. When I get to CO, I'll be hitting the gym every morning as part of my routine.
Until then, however, I'm going to Gilles's for burgers.Current Mood:  sick |
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When I was in tech school, I woke up one Saturday morning and was exceedingly bored. So, I decided to go for a walk... to Glen Burnie, a town about eight miles away from my barracks at Fort Meade.
Every so often I think about being one of those guys who walks across the country. Last night, I saw a report on the news about a Soldier who's walking from Virginia Beach to the California coast to promote a charity dedicated to Pat Tillman. It got me thinking again about that walk and how I still want to do something like that.
So I think I might walk across Virginia. Either the Virginia part of the Appalachian Trail or just walking from here to the West Virginia border.
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So, I'm not going to Japan after all. It turns out my skills are better put to use deployed in Middle Eastern Hell-holes instead.Current Mood:  pissed off |
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Those of you who read the dragon's journal already know the news, but here it is anyway.
We're going to Japan... provisionally.
I say provisionally because apparently deployment orders might conflict with PCS orders and it depends on which they want to take precedence. Personally, I think they would rather throw someone else a bone by GIVING them my deployment and letting me go to Japan. I'm not saying where I'm supposed to go, but it's CAKE. Anyone who wouldn't want to spend their deployment there instead of ducking IEDs in Kabul is fucking lying to you.
But according to the only official papers I've seen, I'm supposed to report to Misawa Air Base in Aomori Prefecture by the end of May. The dragon and I have always wanted to go to Japan, so of course she's excited. How excited? She created a folder in our bookmarks to stuff all the links we need to prepare and called it "Japan!" including the exclamation mark.
Gonna be an interesting eight months.
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So I was talking to a friend via AIM the other day. Guy I went to high school with. He considers himself a gun nut.
He was whining and complaining how he'd give his left nut for a G36. A G36 is a full auto assault rifle made in Germany. Expensive, and I've never seen the appeal. (Full autos are for pussies who don't like to aim....)
Well, I got sick of his whining.
"So go to the bank, take out a loan and get one," I said.
"You have to have a permit," he whined.
"So get one," I said.
"It's too hard."
"Then you can't really be willing to give your left nut for a G36," I told him.
"Dude! Why should I get a permit when they're (the ATF) just going to make it hard to do and take it away from me anyway?"
This is where I got mad, but I think I responded with a well thought out and academic argument...
"You're a fucking pussy!"
This is what set me off: I have no love for BATF. They're too eager to grab guns from innocent people because they know innocent people won't shoot at them. There's a reason it's tough to get a license for a full auto. It's because they know people won't go through the hassle of doing it, and if you don't want something badly enough to go through a little hassle, then don't bitch.
Aug. 16th, 2008 @ 09:33 am
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| » Range report: FNP-9 |
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To celebrate the birth of my second son, I did what every proud father does: I bought a gun.
What? You don't buy guns when your wife gives birth to a son? What? You don't love your kids or something? Fags...
(Author's Note: It's not just for son. If it had been a girl, I would have bought a dirtbike...)
Anyhow, as I have been meaning to add two more pieces to my arsenal before a Democrat claims the presidency and works on taking them all away, I went and bought a 9mm FNP-9 automatic pistol. Originally, I had been looking at Glocks, and on a lark I asked to see the FN. When I held it, it fit my hand so well, I did a double take. After a little research to make sure it wasn't one of those shit automatics that have been hitting the streets lately (Sigma, I'm talking to you....) I grabbed it. It cost me just under $500.
Now, this isn't the first automatic I've owned. I used to own a .45 Beretta Cougar, but I traded it for my .357 revolver. The problems I had with the Cougar were many and varied, and in comparison the FNP-9 is a fucking dream. I don't mean one of those dreams where you don't wear pants to work and shit. I'm talking about one of those dreams where Xena Warrior Princess shows up at the door with pizza and beer.
I took her to the range and fired off 100 rounds without a single FTF. I was making headshots at the furthest distance, about fifty feet. Nice. She also had lower recoil, even when compared to the M9 I carried on deployment.
The Cougar, in comparison, wasn't all that great in the shooting department. High recoil, low mag capacity and a tendency to fail to meet targeting estimates (also known as "fucking missing the goddamn target.)
I also like the fact that unlike the Cougar or the Glocks, the FNP is single or double action. Meaning the trigger pull after the first shot is easier.
Taking the thing apart and cleaning it results in three pieces of gun. That's it. And every part fits together easily. The Cougar was a bitch to put back together because you basically had to balance the barrel inside the slide and get it back on the lower half without any of the pieces falling out of alignment. I can say for a fact that the FNP-9 is the easiest gun I've ever field stripped.
The only bad thing I have to say about it is brass ejection. The brass isn't flung far enough away. I had one piece go up and then down the front of my shirt. Yeah, fuck that. However, it might just be one of those things that goes away when the gun is broken in. If not, I can live with it. It's accurate and easy to maintain. It's a workhorse. Small enough to conceal, big enough to kill.
The icing on the cake? FN had a deal where if you buy one before September, the send you a free shooters kit including a holster and mag holder worth $70 bucks. Whaddup? High five!
Overall, I'm happier with this gun than I was with the Cougar and am with the .357.
Aug. 8th, 2008 @ 02:43 pm
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So Lucky Jack is still in the hospital. The docs don't want to send him home until he's eating better and his temperate is stable. He's improving, but slowly. Meanwhile, the Dragon is staying at the hospital with him on boarding status. That means it's just me and the Zodling.
I've also been cleaning the place up. We have parents coming in a week. Between that and the boy (whose managed to pee on me twice already) I'm good and busy.
It's going to be a long month.
Jul. 11th, 2008 @ 01:39 pm
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| » Long Live the King |
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Jacob Bernard "Lucky Jack" Doscher was born at 7:11 p.m. EST, July 3 at 5 lbs., 1 oz.
Mother and baby are doing well.
More when I'm not so sleepy.
Jul. 3rd, 2008 @ 10:38 pm
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| » "Dream it, you fucking dreamers!" |
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So the dragon and I have been thinking about our dream house after I retire from the service. I finally managed to trick her into agreeing to live in rural Missouri. All I had to do was trade her my entire GI Bill... sucker.
Now, keep in mind, this is a "dream house" not a "house I know we can afford." Some things, like the widow's walk/sniper nest on the roof, we may have to compromise on.
First, I want 40 motherfucking acres of land in Missouri, at least 30 of which wooded.
I want a two story house plus a basement lair where I can work on guns.
Sethra wants a library. Fine. I want an armory, complete with steel doors.
I want a fucking awesome kitchen with plenty of counter space and a motherfucking potato bin! Don't look at me like that! You heard me! A fucking potato bin!
I want a widow's walk on the roof with a set-up for a scoped rifle (or crew served M249 depending on how Heller vs. D.C. shakes out) so I can shoot motherfucking coyotes.
Outside, I want a big fucking garden so I can grow tomatoes, potatoes, green beans, corn and other wicked vegetable shit.
I want guineas. They eat ticks. 'Nuff said.
I want a chicken coop.
I want a perimeter road around my property just inside the tree line so I can run in the morning.
I want my nearest neighbor to be FAR THE FUCK AWAY.
Just for the fuck of it, I might raise a barn... motherfucking Amish style, dog!
"But Davner," you weak-willed pussies say, "How can you afford all this?!"
Simple motherfuckers...
I GOT NO FUCKING IDEA!
Sethra and I are putting away money from my deployments. We figure by the time I'm actually out, that's close to 80 Gs right there. Plus the money going into TSP, some savings going into CDs, and hopefully some bonus money here and there. Who knows? Also, I wasn't playing when I said Sethra gets the GI Bill. Jim Webb's new GI Bill lets you transfer some of the benefits. Since I go to school for free anyway, she can go to school for free, get her degree and have that career she's always wanted.
Me? I go motherfucking fishing with my boy-eez. They'll be 12 and 10 by then.
Live the dream, homey.
Peace out.
Jun. 23rd, 2008 @ 08:32 pm
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| » Another Too Late to Do You Any Good Movie Review! Rambo |
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Well, we all remember what happened when Sly Stallone decided to do one more Rocky movie to finish out the series. To the great surprise and horror of all... it did not suck.
Hoping to roll the dice one more time, Stallone brings back his other iconic character, John Rambo, in "Rambo."
Brief synopsis: Rambo is living in Thailand near the border of Burma get this.... CATCHING COBRAS FOR A LIVING. I know he's a badass and all that, but I think this is the one scene in the movie, which is packed with bloody action and daring-do, that I said, "No, dude, FUCK THAT." Anyway, Rambo is approached by a group of Christian missionaries who are trying to get into Burma to deliver medical supplies, led by Christian missionary douchebag stereotype Michael Burnett, played by Paul Schulze, and token chick Sara (Julie Benz.), who want Rambo to take them to Burma in his boat. At first Rambo is refuses, but Sara convinces him to do it. He drops off the missionaries, and typical in a Rambo movie, they're captured by the Burmese Army. Rambo is then approached by a group of mercs who have been hired to go in and rescue them.
I didn't see this in the theater, though I wanted to. Stuff kept getting in the way. What surprised me, though, was that all the people I talked to who went and saw it in the theater kept saying how bad it was. So I was expecting it to suck. They kept telling me how hyper violent it was. What they didn't see was that that violence was a vehicle for the movie's message, something each Rambo movie has. "First Blood" dealt with how veterans were treated, "Part II" dealt with the controversy surrounding unrecovered POWs, a big deal in the '80s, and "Rambo III" dealt with the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan. Stallone was attempting to bring to light the plight of the Burmese people by showing the viewer in disgusting detail the kinds of things that are happening there. Rape, murder, forced conscription, limbs being chopped off, people having their heads blown off isn't entertainment, it's reality. Over the years movies have desensitized people to violence, a common complaint among liberals. All "Rambo" does is show you what real violence looks like. When a guy gets shot through the chest with a fifty-cal, he doesn't clutch his chest and yell, "Argh! I am vanquished!" No, half his body becomes paste and the other half goes another half mile with the bullet.
I loved this movie for three reasons:
1. It doesn't pull punches on the violence and shows you exactly what it's like. This movie probably comes closer to showing you the horrific aftermath of violence better than any other movie I've ever seen. Killing a person isn't a clean act. It's a horrific, dirty, soul-rending thing. In the last three movies, Rambo is suffering PTSD from having killed so many people and then doing it again, but you don't really get a feel for why that's so hard. "Rambo" makes you disgusted with the act, and for the first time in the entire series, you know what he's been saying all these years.
2. It highlights the plight of the Burmese. In this way, the movie reminded a lot of Bruce Willis's "Tears of the Sun." Bad shit's going on over there, and no one can even find the place on a map. Stallone takes that situation and rubs your nose in it without getting preachy, but by making the bad guys evil. There' s no moral equivalence here. No, "Well, they just have a different point of view," bullshit. Bad men doing bad things get killed, and you're glad they're dead.
3. It definitively finishes the series. I won't spoil too much, but at the end of the movie, Rambo's war is finally over and he's at peace both with himself and his country. If you watch the movie, take careful note of what he's wearing and carrying in the final scene. It's a true cyclical ending.
If you've seen the other three and are kind of wary the way I was with "Rocky Balboa," don't worry too much. It's worth at least a rental.
Jun. 2nd, 2008 @ 05:40 pm
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| » Help the Davner clan survive the next disaster |
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I've recently begun creating a Shit-Hits-The-Fan kit, making use of an old trunk I bought at the Army-Navy store. It's a project I've been considering ever since Hurricane Katrina proved the limits of human kindness. Now, keep in mind, this isn't a "hurricane kit." I'm not talking about candles and smores here. I'm talking about SHTF + seven days where smoke can be seen in the distance, an ambulance hasn't been heard in three days and members of the Newport News Sheriff's Office are throwing a mailbox through a store-front window so they can get themselves a new Blu-Ray disc player. I'm talking Cat 5 hurricane, terrorist nuclear detonation in D.C. (a detonation in Norfolk would render the argument moot) or some other disaster where basic social services break down completely and me and mine have to move out or lose out.
This is a long-term project. I don't have the money to buy a bunch of stuff right now. So I'm going to get one or two things a payday until the kit is complete.
What I have so far:
1 can of SPAM. (I'll buy a couple of canned goods each shopping trip. What I need to do is snag some MREs during ACST or Eagle Flag)
2 packages of batteries. (Need more. Ds and AAs)
1 Marine Corps Kabar battle knife. (Because if you have to gut stab someone, you want the best)
1 Box of .30-.30 rounds. (My thirty-thirty is the most dependable light rifle I own right now. Iron sights, light-weight, short barreled. Perfect for hunting beast or man. Probably want another box, just in case)
1 Box .357 rounds ('Natch)
1 Checkbook. (Might not be much good in the beginning, but as we get further from the disaster area, it'll give me access to my account)
1 copy of the outdoorsman issue of Outdoor Life (This is a temp thing. It has a good section on outdoor survival tricks. It's just there until I can get an SAS Survival Manual)
1 Flashlight (It's my old military light. Not that great. I'd prefer a good mag light)
What's on the shopping list:
1 First aid kit (I'm torn between a surplus military kit which would be more applicable to "contingency" wounds and the outdoor camping kit you can get at Dick's Sporting Goods)
Cloth diapers and rubber pants (Disposable diapers take up too much space and can't be reused)
2 boxes of .22 mag rounds (I have a single-shot .22 mag rifle with a scope perfect for bagging squirrels. Light and short and Sethra can use it)
SAS Survival Guide
Water purification drops
1 memory stick (I had an idea for this, but wasn't sure. Let me know what you think. You take a gig stick, scan your vital documents (birth certificate, property documents, etc) and put the files on there behind a password. This way, you have some documentation proving who you are and what you own beyond your word.)
Waterproof matches
1 Camp stove and fuel
1 Small transistor radio
So what else would you add to this list? Remember, this is about survival, not convenience or comfort.
May. 9th, 2008 @ 06:09 pm
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| » Too-Late-To-Do-You-Any-Good Movie Reviews: The Mist |
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About two weeks ago, I saw Stephen King's "The Mist" on DVD. Now, I never read the short story, but I'm told it was good and that the ending in the movie was actually darker than the one in the book. The movie is about a yuppie douchebag artist and his kid who are trapped in a grocery store when a military experiment opens a rift to another dimension, allowing a bunch of hideous monsters in along with a dense mist.
SPOILERS BELOW
It never fails to amaze me how people in these movies, faced with these situations, try to hold onto the old trappings of civilization. As such, this movie pissed me off. Here's why: Basically, you had two groups of people. David Drayton, the main protagonist, and his group basically hold onto their sanity and are looking for a way to escape the grocery store. Group B is led by religious whack-job Mrs. Carmody, who believes the mist is Judgement Day. She basically spends the first half of the movie annoying the shit out of people, and the second half extorting her followers to kill anyone who doesn't agree with her, which they happily do.
Now here's the part that pisses me off. There's one gun in the whole story and Drayton's group HAS IT! So what do they do with it? Here's a hint, they DON'T use it to save the soldier from being stabbed three times in the stomach and thrown out to the monsters while Mrs. Carmody whips her followers into a religious frenzy. Why not? Apparently, killing people is wrong. Go fig.
Look, here's the Davner-approved alternative plot. The mist comes in, some monsters eat people, Mrs. Carmody starts stirring shit, and Davner shoots her in the fucking face. BAM! Problem solved. You see, and people never seem to understand this, in the land of the unarmed peasant, the guy with the gun is king. It doesn't matter how much you THINK god is causing the monsters to enter this dimension and eat people, because I KNOW that a .357 magnum round is going to get you to change your mind about pretty much anything.
My conclusion: This movie is a fucking bummer. Plenty scary, but it ends on such a downer. It's like the director kept saying, "Okay, how many times can we kick this guy in the balls? How about one more time?"
May. 4th, 2008 @ 07:05 pm
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These guys have come a long way. This trailer could have been made by a Hollywood studio.
http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/viewEntry.php?id=653
I am convinced that the internet is going to slowly but surely cut mainstream entertainment media out of the loop. The gatekeepers who once decided for us what was good and what was bad before allowing to air on television are going to find themselves less and less necessary. Soon, the viewers themselves will decided what is good and what isn't.
Apr. 6th, 2008 @ 06:43 pm
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| » "You would have turned the Minuteman key without thinking!" |
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"They gave me time to think..."
Sethra and I had a pretty long talk today about the future, and it didn't turn out the way either of us liked.
When you're young, it's easy to take a risk. If you win, you win big. If you lose, you bounce back. The problem is, when you have a family, you have to weigh those risks much more carefully. Because if you win, you win. If you lose, you lose BIG.
A lot of schmucks out there don't mind. The problem is, I do. Ten years ago, I could leave the military, go to gunsmithing school and roll the dice on my own business with a clean conscience. After all, as long as I have somewhere dry to sleep, I'm good to go. Today, with a wife and two kids, that's like betting it all on the hope that the next card doesn't break 21.
The more we talked, the more we had to admit that as much as we didn't like the IDEA, we had to admit that re-enlisting was the responsible choice. Yeah, there are a lot of drawbacks: deployments, Korea, the knowledge that Command looks on your job on the same level as the guy who hands out towels at the gym, but the benefits: stable paycheck, medical benefits, the knowledge that while I'm gone my family will be looked after, those make a much bigger dint.
Here's where it gets REALLY fucked up. If I re-up for another four, I break ten years. Which means that I'll be over the hump toward retirement with only another eight to go. NO ONE leaves after that. NO ONE can justify turning their back on the opportunity to get a steady check and med benefits for the rest of their lives. So if I re-up, I'm not re-upping for four, I'm effectively re-upping for TWELVE.
My father once told me that only the smallest fraction of people get to work their dream job. "Life," he said, "Is getting a place to live and then working to pay for that place." As much as I hate to admit it, the best thing I can do for my family is to stand fast.
I've got time to think
Apr. 5th, 2008 @ 05:51 pm
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What in the hell has our country come to?
http://www.townhall.com/Columnists/JacobSullum/2008/04/02/the_school_crotch_inspector
Here's the thing. I'm more pissed at the girl's father than I am the principal, and here's why:
If someone ordered my 13 year old daughter to a strip search on SUSPICION of having FUCKING ASPIRIN on her, if my DAUGHTER was subjected to that, this principal would have ended up the victim of a "mugging gone bad" on his way out to his car after work.
What has happened to this country? It used to be that a pencil-necked pervert like this principal wouldn't even come close to having the balls to do something like this so brazenly for fear FOR HIS LIFE!
So they sue the school and get some money. Good for them. It doesn't make things right. What would make things right is a mud hole stomped into this guy's chest.
Remember, nothing promotes polite courtesy like the constant threat of retaliatory violence.
Apr. 2nd, 2008 @ 07:10 pm
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| » Book review - V: The Second Generation |
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When I was a kid, the TV mini-series, "V," came on once a year in the middle of the night around 1 a.m. My dad, who was working the swing shift at NAS Cecil Field, would come home around the same time, sometimes covered in JP-8, so we could watch it together.
Twenty years later, the author of the original screenplay, Kenneth Johnson, released the novelized sequel to the original miniseries. (The miniseries was actually two miniseries, "V" and "V: The Final Battle," which Johnson wasn't part of.
Of course, I had to buy the book.
The book picks up about twenty years after the original two-part miniseries ends. Most of the Pacific Ocean is a desert as the Visitors continue taking the planet's water under the excuse that they're cleaning the water of dangerous pollutants. Diana is Supreme Commander, having assassinated John years earlier, and the Resistance is only a shell of what it used to be. Into this situation come three members of a new alien race responding to the distress call Julie Parish sent into space twenty years before.
I've been looking forward to a book like this for a long time, which is why it sucks that I have to say I was disappointed in it. If I was forced to describe it in one word, I'd use "rushed," which is the exact word I used to describe the last episode of "V: The Final Battle," and one of the reasons that miniseries paled next to the original.
It takes half the book just get the real plot off the ground while you slog through meeting all the new characters with whom the reader and "V" fan has no emotional attachment to whatsoever. Finally, shit kicks into gear and before you know it the book is over, the villain vanquished and you're sitting there wondering what the hell happened to the plot.
The rushed pace has the added effect of leaving very little time to develop any of the new characters, and there's so few of the original cast in the book that you end up not having much of an attachment to any of them. While I understand that the title is "V: The Second Generation," the miniseries ended with some questions hanging for the first generation. For instance, there was no mention whatsoever of Robin Maxwell or the result of her pregnancy even though Robert Maxwell was one of the few original characters to make the casting call in the book. Of the original characters, only Mike Donovan, Juliet Parrish, Willie and Harmony play anything close to a large role. Martin has a few scenes where we find that in the twenty years since we left him he hasn't been promoted and is still playing the same role in the Resistance he did when the miniseries ended.
The new characters are fairly dull. You have former Visitor Brownshirt, Nathan, who is supposed to be Mike Donovan-light. Margeurita, the hot Latina Resistance fighter. Ted, the half-human-half Visitor son of Willie and Harmony who rebels against authority by becoming a little brownshirt thug. The only interesting new characters are Emma, a singer/collaborator who joins the Resistance after being shown the truth, and Ruby, a human-Visitor girl who is the adopted daughter of Juliet. Out the entire cast, Emma is the only one who shows any growth as a character. The rest are simply cut-outs.
The book's ending, while definitive on the Visitor issue, leaves several unanswered questions. Perhaps Johnson is planning a sequel. If he is, I would've preferred he spent more time on the first installment, even breaking it up into several books to do the story justice.
"V: The Second Generation" is sadly one of those books that started out as a great idea only to find out that in order to realize the awesomeness of that great idea, you have to write more than 500 pages. It happens to everyone. The best comparison I can come up with is to imagine Tolkien trying to do Lord of the Rings in only one book. Yeah, it could be done but it wouldn't have been great.
Mar. 6th, 2008 @ 06:35 pm
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| » A Novel Thought |
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Rather than do what I've always done when writing my fics, I've actually decided to outline my book first. While I've never had a problem just making shit up as I go when writing fics, I feel to do so then ask someone to give me $10 for the final product would be rude, the same way I feel when someone serves me soup they made and I know for a fact they didn't bother reading the label on any of the ingredients they poured into it.
I've been wondering about the route I decided to take for my first. I always assumed my first novel would be an outer space/military adventure, but instead I'm going the fantasy route with a slight technological twist that I hope will make the book something like Dungeons and Dragons meets Call of Duty 4. After honest thought I found the inspirational root of this poisoned tree of woe.
When I was deployed to Cuba, I, being the nerdy literary fag I am, got a library card from the base library where I found a book called "Villains By Necessity." It was essentially about a fantasy/D&D type world where evil had been vanquished and the imbalance toward good was slowly killing the world. The heroes, a motley collection of thieves, assassins and dark wizards, have to bring darkness into the world in order to save it. Kind of like the whole "thinning the herd" line of logic used by hunters. As Uncle Jimbo put it, "We have to kill them or else they'll die."
The book sticks out in my memory because it showed me that you can still throw a twist into a world as trampled over as the fantasy genre, in fact, that you have to in order to be fresh. That's how you get Celtic priestesses carrying M-4s and giant bears battling crew-served machine guns mounted on trains.
Unfortunately, "Villains By Necessity" is out of print and the used ones on Amazon.com go for $50. I'd love to have a copy. While the Dragon and I have an ass-load of books, there are a select few that I consider "keepers," and VBN would definitely be one of them.
Mar. 2nd, 2008 @ 06:10 pm
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Okay, I promised myself I'd update more, even though the stuff I have is kind of mish-mashed.
1. Halo 3 was MEANT to be played in hi-def, and it is fucking awesome on so many levels, it's hard to describe without charts.
2. With any luck, this weekend I will buy an SKS. More on that if it happens.
3. I hate hippies. Do a Google news search on "Berkley" and you'll see why.
4. I want a zebra.... No wait. I want a Zebra CAKE. Zebra cakes rule.
Feb. 11th, 2008 @ 06:10 pm
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