Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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Monday, April 27, 2009
Bad News
I just learned today that our last remaining dog, Amber, has intestinal cancer and should be put down by the end of the week.
Naturally, this has pretty much wrecked me, and the rest of the week is shot to hell.
Because of this, I'm putting Curse/Or on hiatus. It's hard to write a story where the protagonist is a cancer mage when a loved one dies of the damned disease.
So I'll get back to it... when I feel like it, quite frankly.
That said, if I ever do finish the book and get it published, I'm going to donate a percentage of the proceeds to the National Cancer Foundation. I was planning on announcing this anyway (just seems like the karmically right thing to do after all) and now seems a good time.
Naturally, this has pretty much wrecked me, and the rest of the week is shot to hell.
Because of this, I'm putting Curse/Or on hiatus. It's hard to write a story where the protagonist is a cancer mage when a loved one dies of the damned disease.
So I'll get back to it... when I feel like it, quite frankly.
That said, if I ever do finish the book and get it published, I'm going to donate a percentage of the proceeds to the National Cancer Foundation. I was planning on announcing this anyway (just seems like the karmically right thing to do after all) and now seems a good time.
Pink
In honor of everyone's favorite LOLcatgirl assassin, I give you:
A Real Hello Kitty Rifle
(Real rifle, not really licensed -- I don't think Sanrio would be cool with that)
The above rifle altered to become "Hell Kitten" to avoid a lawsuit over trademark infringement
And now, just because I'm cruel, a reminder that things can so easily go from bad to worse:
Quoting from Hello Kitty Hell:
Cuteness is a tangible force, and it must be respected and feared.
A Real Hello Kitty Rifle(Real rifle, not really licensed -- I don't think Sanrio would be cool with that)
The above rifle altered to become "Hell Kitten" to avoid a lawsuit over trademark infringementAnd now, just because I'm cruel, a reminder that things can so easily go from bad to worse:
Quoting from Hello Kitty Hell:
This is another one of the ever present dangers of living in Hello Kitty Hell among the fanatics - no matter how bizarre or wrong something is, they can only see “cute” when Hello Kitty is placed on it. I’m just thankful that there are no more movies coming out because she would likely make a costume like that and attend…The moral of this story?
Cuteness is a tangible force, and it must be respected and feared.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Happy Birthday, Shakey
Actually, it's a belated birthday; Shakespeare's 445th birthday was in fact April 23rd.
But then, as I have said before, I am a slack-ass.
At any rate, enjoy.
But then, as I have said before, I am a slack-ass.
At any rate, enjoy.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Curse/Or: Ignition
I apologize for how late this is, and how erratic I've been with updating. Writing an action sequence with magic is harder than I thought. Just because I can visualize it perfectly doesn't mean it makes sense to the reader...
"LOL," announced the girl. "ENDCAT HAZ ENDED JOO." She pivoted smoothly to her left, humming tunelessly as she took careful aim at the still-stunned Esther's head.
"You...!" gasped Yarrow. He was on the floor next to Esther, his hands clawing at the clutter of the broken dishes around him in a feeble attempt to end his disorientation. The girl brightened visibly at this, squatting by his head to regard him curiously. Her grin was feral, slender body quivering with predatory glee.
"YA ME RLY." She wasn't shouting, but every word that came from her mouth seemed to be at full volume. She poked him in the cheek with the muzzle of her hot pink weapon. The action was careless, whimsical, like a child poking a strange object with a stick. "WAT U WANT? U CAN HAZ LAST WISH."
Teresa's body spasmed, as if being given CPR through repeated, vicious kicks to the chest. Nicotine coursed through her bloodstream, the adrenaline substitute jumpstarting her body with the fierceness of a habit that would not, could not, be denied. The roaring darkness receded from the edge of her vision, the Cancer magic claiming another life in exchange for sparing hers.
(On the other side of the restaurant, a short-order cook who had been smoking all his adult life coughed twice, clutched his chest, and died as the burgeoning tumor within his lungs increased a thousandfold in volume before metastasizing and devouring his heart. He was thirty-two. )
She felt like she had just walked up thirty flights of stairs. There was a concrete block on her chest, and each breath was agony. Her arms were wooden, her fingers lifeless cigarettes. Ash was in her mouth and the taste of burnt filters filled her nostrils. Her eyes ached with the yellow-brown stain of nicotine.
The girl's back was to Teresa, crouched beside Yarrow's head. Next to him, Esther moaned. The child assassin casually drew a second pistol from her bag and aimed it at the older woman, her back arched in anticipation of the kill. Her butt wriggled back and forth, as if she possessed an invisible tail and it was twitching from side to side.
Tommy would be about his age, Teresa realized. Another dumb kid, another mother's precious son, another stupid, senseless death…
The rage returned. In that moment, Teresa was gone, consumed by all the anger and the guilt and the rage of the past two decades. Her sickness was forgotten, burnt away by the rush of emotion. What remained was something pure, primal in its direction and purpose.
"Bitch," spat The Camel, "I will fucking smoke your ass." She sparked the lighter through the denim of her jeans pocket, pouring all her emotion into its ignition, half expecting she herself would catch and burn.
The girl shimmered slightly, a heat haze wreathing her in an infernal halo, and then the restaurant became God's own ashtray as he ground out Satan's flaming ass on the dining room floor. The hot, sharp smell of scorched plastic stung the eyes and seared the lungs, and then the girl was screaming the high, shrill note of a cat with a burning ember tied to its tail as every hair, every piece of plastic and every scrap of clothing on her body smoldered and threatened to combust.
"LOL," announced the girl. "ENDCAT HAZ ENDED JOO." She pivoted smoothly to her left, humming tunelessly as she took careful aim at the still-stunned Esther's head.
"You...!" gasped Yarrow. He was on the floor next to Esther, his hands clawing at the clutter of the broken dishes around him in a feeble attempt to end his disorientation. The girl brightened visibly at this, squatting by his head to regard him curiously. Her grin was feral, slender body quivering with predatory glee.
"YA ME RLY." She wasn't shouting, but every word that came from her mouth seemed to be at full volume. She poked him in the cheek with the muzzle of her hot pink weapon. The action was careless, whimsical, like a child poking a strange object with a stick. "WAT U WANT? U CAN HAZ LAST WISH."
Teresa's body spasmed, as if being given CPR through repeated, vicious kicks to the chest. Nicotine coursed through her bloodstream, the adrenaline substitute jumpstarting her body with the fierceness of a habit that would not, could not, be denied. The roaring darkness receded from the edge of her vision, the Cancer magic claiming another life in exchange for sparing hers.
(On the other side of the restaurant, a short-order cook who had been smoking all his adult life coughed twice, clutched his chest, and died as the burgeoning tumor within his lungs increased a thousandfold in volume before metastasizing and devouring his heart. He was thirty-two. )
She felt like she had just walked up thirty flights of stairs. There was a concrete block on her chest, and each breath was agony. Her arms were wooden, her fingers lifeless cigarettes. Ash was in her mouth and the taste of burnt filters filled her nostrils. Her eyes ached with the yellow-brown stain of nicotine.
The girl's back was to Teresa, crouched beside Yarrow's head. Next to him, Esther moaned. The child assassin casually drew a second pistol from her bag and aimed it at the older woman, her back arched in anticipation of the kill. Her butt wriggled back and forth, as if she possessed an invisible tail and it was twitching from side to side.
Tommy would be about his age, Teresa realized. Another dumb kid, another mother's precious son, another stupid, senseless death…
The rage returned. In that moment, Teresa was gone, consumed by all the anger and the guilt and the rage of the past two decades. Her sickness was forgotten, burnt away by the rush of emotion. What remained was something pure, primal in its direction and purpose.
"Bitch," spat The Camel, "I will fucking smoke your ass." She sparked the lighter through the denim of her jeans pocket, pouring all her emotion into its ignition, half expecting she herself would catch and burn.
The girl shimmered slightly, a heat haze wreathing her in an infernal halo, and then the restaurant became God's own ashtray as he ground out Satan's flaming ass on the dining room floor. The hot, sharp smell of scorched plastic stung the eyes and seared the lungs, and then the girl was screaming the high, shrill note of a cat with a burning ember tied to its tail as every hair, every piece of plastic and every scrap of clothing on her body smoldered and threatened to combust.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Curse/Or: Endcat
"U DIEZ NAO KTHXBAI."
The gun made a soft mewing sound as it fired. Pain blossomed inside Teresa's chest, twice, and then she was falling face-first onto the carpet, oblivion thundering upon her like an oncoming train.
"LOL," announced the girl. "ENDCAT HAZ ENDED JOO."
The gun made a soft mewing sound as it fired. Pain blossomed inside Teresa's chest, twice, and then she was falling face-first onto the carpet, oblivion thundering upon her like an oncoming train.
"LOL," announced the girl. "ENDCAT HAZ ENDED JOO."
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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