... Matt Smith.
Yes, I know, who? Very funny.
More interesting is my continued influence on Doctor Who. Don't think so?
I released 'Time for a Change' earlier this year. In it the Doctor masquerades as ... 'Matt Psmith'. The P is silent like in Ptarmigan and Ptolemy.
Hmph.
03 January 2009
02 January 2009
Bad Dream
Were there drug dealers? Police? Lions? I lose track but I know hiding was important. That's why we were hiding in the large hidden area of this building. We were a strong group, assailed on all sides by enemies out to stop us. Considering we were crazy, that was not a bad thing.
I was undercover you see but couldn't blow my cover completely and just go 'Hey, we're here.' I had to be kinda sneaky with what I was doing to stop the group I was in. When the leader type gal declared it time for a suicidal sarin gas attack, I had to act fast. I quietly sabotaged the mix of the gas. I slipped outside and provided information to the cops outside so that they could stop the approaching release. I held the cell phone to the leader's face so that she could scream a defiant 'You lead us to this!' message to her mother, which wasn't really helping stop anything. I laughed inside as she left this verbal suicide note as I knew I'd already outsmarted her and all would be well. Unfortunately I dropped my cell phone down a crack in the floor and heard it fall to the gym below. I had to get it. As I started to push my way through the crowd to get to the stairs, I noted to myself that leaving was a doubly good idea as even the reduced strength gas would interact poorly with my Time Lord personage.
Wait, what? Time Lord? When did I become the Doctor? I am wearing the trenchcoat so I must be him. Probably have been for awhile and not noticed.
I went around a corner, past my brother and some other people I know, made it down a few crowded steps until I reached a maintenance level and ducked in there. Now it was just a matter of getting to the area underneath the crack, getting my phone, and stopping everything. No problem.
I walked through dirty hallways, past tables with tools, through one room and out another. Running through the map in my head, I realized I was close. Carefully stepping on the stacks of vinyl records so as not to break them, I made my way into the room, working towards my destination. A maintenance worker had left his radio on so I could hear the live news broadcast from outside the building. It acted like a timer, helping me keep track of when I was.
Then, in mid-climb, it happened. She cheated and released the gas early. There was panic, tragedic words. The power of the gas had been reduced but not as much as I thought. People were dying but apparently only in the hidden room. Oddly enough the newscaster even reported my death, the loss of intergalactic crusader the Doctor. How did they know I was in there? Even though technically I wasn't really.
In a daze I returned near the hidden room, waiting to get back in. I was met by a fellow investigator, who explained that a crack in the wall by the water fountain I was looking at had killed the young man using it when the gas was released. For some reason, I was under the impression that only a handful of people had died, likely the ones right by the release, due to suffocation. I was wrong; over 50 people had died. I had a sudden mental picture of the hidden room, the bodies stacked up, looking innocent. I had failed. I had failed them. Grief staggered me. I moved down the hallway, towards the hidden room to see for myself, to bet forgiveness for my failure.
And that's when I woke up.
I was undercover you see but couldn't blow my cover completely and just go 'Hey, we're here.' I had to be kinda sneaky with what I was doing to stop the group I was in. When the leader type gal declared it time for a suicidal sarin gas attack, I had to act fast. I quietly sabotaged the mix of the gas. I slipped outside and provided information to the cops outside so that they could stop the approaching release. I held the cell phone to the leader's face so that she could scream a defiant 'You lead us to this!' message to her mother, which wasn't really helping stop anything. I laughed inside as she left this verbal suicide note as I knew I'd already outsmarted her and all would be well. Unfortunately I dropped my cell phone down a crack in the floor and heard it fall to the gym below. I had to get it. As I started to push my way through the crowd to get to the stairs, I noted to myself that leaving was a doubly good idea as even the reduced strength gas would interact poorly with my Time Lord personage.
Wait, what? Time Lord? When did I become the Doctor? I am wearing the trenchcoat so I must be him. Probably have been for awhile and not noticed.
I went around a corner, past my brother and some other people I know, made it down a few crowded steps until I reached a maintenance level and ducked in there. Now it was just a matter of getting to the area underneath the crack, getting my phone, and stopping everything. No problem.
I walked through dirty hallways, past tables with tools, through one room and out another. Running through the map in my head, I realized I was close. Carefully stepping on the stacks of vinyl records so as not to break them, I made my way into the room, working towards my destination. A maintenance worker had left his radio on so I could hear the live news broadcast from outside the building. It acted like a timer, helping me keep track of when I was.
Then, in mid-climb, it happened. She cheated and released the gas early. There was panic, tragedic words. The power of the gas had been reduced but not as much as I thought. People were dying but apparently only in the hidden room. Oddly enough the newscaster even reported my death, the loss of intergalactic crusader the Doctor. How did they know I was in there? Even though technically I wasn't really.
In a daze I returned near the hidden room, waiting to get back in. I was met by a fellow investigator, who explained that a crack in the wall by the water fountain I was looking at had killed the young man using it when the gas was released. For some reason, I was under the impression that only a handful of people had died, likely the ones right by the release, due to suffocation. I was wrong; over 50 people had died. I had a sudden mental picture of the hidden room, the bodies stacked up, looking innocent. I had failed. I had failed them. Grief staggered me. I moved down the hallway, towards the hidden room to see for myself, to bet forgiveness for my failure.
And that's when I woke up.
01 January 2009
Well, that's done
I've finished watching the Ric Flair shoot interview today. I took it in bits and pieces so that I wouldn't be done with it too soon. It was four full DVDs, hours and hours worth of Natch talking about all sorts of things. Very interesting and very in-depth. Fascinating if you like that sort of thing and I do.
I kinda want more. If not more Natch then another shoot interview. They can be very interesting. I know where I can get more.
Thankfully I managed to avoid visiting the website last night when I was drinking. I've spent enough money for awhile.
Still, couldn't hurt to look and see what's there, right?
I kinda want more. If not more Natch then another shoot interview. They can be very interesting. I know where I can get more.
Thankfully I managed to avoid visiting the website last night when I was drinking. I've spent enough money for awhile.
Still, couldn't hurt to look and see what's there, right?
31 December 2008
What's in a Name?
As someone who tries to write fiction, do you know what I find really tricky? Naming characters.
If I pick a name from someone who's a friend of mine, am I writing that person as that character? Probably not but my subconscious might pick up and use part of that person's personality in the character and then it looks like I did use them as a character base.
Or lets say I'm naming a female character and I choose the name of a friend of mine or a name that sounds close to their name. Does that mean that comments I make regarding the character should be directed to that real life person? No.
As I've noted here before, I have written stories with characters based on people I've known. That's different and may be why I'm more concerned about this than I should be. Most people I know are reasonably clever and can tell the difference between reality and fiction.
I guess I'm just worried about the people that aren't so clever. Is that reasonable on my part?
If I pick a name from someone who's a friend of mine, am I writing that person as that character? Probably not but my subconscious might pick up and use part of that person's personality in the character and then it looks like I did use them as a character base.
Or lets say I'm naming a female character and I choose the name of a friend of mine or a name that sounds close to their name. Does that mean that comments I make regarding the character should be directed to that real life person? No.
As I've noted here before, I have written stories with characters based on people I've known. That's different and may be why I'm more concerned about this than I should be. Most people I know are reasonably clever and can tell the difference between reality and fiction.
I guess I'm just worried about the people that aren't so clever. Is that reasonable on my part?
Great. just great
Yesterday I grumbled about one order I'd placed online and today I get to grumble about another.
I ordered some electronic equipment from another establishment and said order arrived yesterday. Hot dog!... only one of the items was incorrect. Instead of being an inexpensive camera type toy that I figured I could play with, I was sent a cheap camera type toy that might not be worth playing with at all.
I'm sure it was just a minor error and I've started the process to fix the error but it's just annoying.
I ordered some electronic equipment from another establishment and said order arrived yesterday. Hot dog!... only one of the items was incorrect. Instead of being an inexpensive camera type toy that I figured I could play with, I was sent a cheap camera type toy that might not be worth playing with at all.
I'm sure it was just a minor error and I've started the process to fix the error but it's just annoying.
30 December 2008
Short Notes
Went to Half Price Books today with a box of stuff to sell. Turned it into other stuff rather than just taking the money. Nice to see that streak is still alive.
Caught up on my typing yesterday which is more work than you'd think. I can only sit for so long before I get fidgety or have to shift or something. That normally means a number of 'brief' typing sessions with breaks in-between. The tricky thing is keeping the breaks as breaks and not as distractions that turn into doing something else.
Amazon UK sent my order in two packages: one had all my DVDs in it and the other held the lone CD I ordered. The CD was shipped second so of course it arrived first. Don't get me wrong; I'm pleased to have it, but it's built the expectation in me that the DVDs would arrive soon after. They have yet to show. It irritates me a little. I'm concerned that my momentum to watch the items will fade if they take too long to arrive. That happens to me a lot.
Back to cleaning.
Caught up on my typing yesterday which is more work than you'd think. I can only sit for so long before I get fidgety or have to shift or something. That normally means a number of 'brief' typing sessions with breaks in-between. The tricky thing is keeping the breaks as breaks and not as distractions that turn into doing something else.
Amazon UK sent my order in two packages: one had all my DVDs in it and the other held the lone CD I ordered. The CD was shipped second so of course it arrived first. Don't get me wrong; I'm pleased to have it, but it's built the expectation in me that the DVDs would arrive soon after. They have yet to show. It irritates me a little. I'm concerned that my momentum to watch the items will fade if they take too long to arrive. That happens to me a lot.
Back to cleaning.
29 December 2008
Just being twitchy, don't mind me
I feel I've had some issues of late being focused. It's not that I haven't been accomplishing things or making progress with projects because I have. I've got a nice chunk of new story sitting in a notebook that's starting to make it's way to typed up. The problem is that I've been working on a number of projects all at once, I continue to consider new projects, and I'm forced to wonder if I'm using my time as well as I could.
A lot of this is just nerves. I know I need to work on earning some money soon and the idea of going some other place on a regular basis in order to do things to earn said money, well, it will take me away from all these projects I'm working on.
Anyway, it'll all work out. I'm working on stuff. For the moment, that's what's important.
A lot of this is just nerves. I know I need to work on earning some money soon and the idea of going some other place on a regular basis in order to do things to earn said money, well, it will take me away from all these projects I'm working on.
Anyway, it'll all work out. I'm working on stuff. For the moment, that's what's important.
28 December 2008
Football
I doubt I've got any Detroit Lions fans reading this but, if for some reason those people yet exist and one is reading this please don't misunderstand me when I say I'm glad the Lions went 0-16 this year.
For one, I'm glad the Lions didn't beat the Packers to go 1-15 and that's solely cause the Packer season was crummy enough and didn't need that stigma attached to it as well.
Mostly I'm glad because 0-16 makes it a spectacular failure. Any team can go 1-15 but to go 0-16 is special, something that will get remembered. I know it's not a good memory to have but at least it's something.
Also it prevents management from looking at a win in the final game of the season and going 'See, we just starting jelling this organization back together. We can't make more changes now.' There's no excuse to not burn things down and start over.
I saw 'burn things down' in a figurative, not literal sense. I know how excitable Detroit can be.
Now, how long before Brett Favre becomes a Minnesota Viking and incurs the wrath of Wisconsin?
For one, I'm glad the Lions didn't beat the Packers to go 1-15 and that's solely cause the Packer season was crummy enough and didn't need that stigma attached to it as well.
Mostly I'm glad because 0-16 makes it a spectacular failure. Any team can go 1-15 but to go 0-16 is special, something that will get remembered. I know it's not a good memory to have but at least it's something.
Also it prevents management from looking at a win in the final game of the season and going 'See, we just starting jelling this organization back together. We can't make more changes now.' There's no excuse to not burn things down and start over.
I saw 'burn things down' in a figurative, not literal sense. I know how excitable Detroit can be.
Now, how long before Brett Favre becomes a Minnesota Viking and incurs the wrath of Wisconsin?
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