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...forever... [Dec. 2nd, 2009|10:39 pm]

A new class of undead rises from the grave.

You don't need to run -- they're not interested in pursuit. Instead, they trudge eagerly toward one another, converging in pairs or small groups, renewing old bonds and physically embracing the best they're able, droning their new name for themselves, which their shades will continue to repeat long after their flesh rots away.

You watch them, pity them, and hope that God was merciful enough to make these revenants too mindless to realize they'd unknowingly cursed themselves with the repetitive correspondence they'd written in life, which they moan here in unison now and forevermore...

"Beeee efff-efff... Beeee efff-efff..."

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(no subject) [Nov. 20th, 2009|02:14 pm]

I may have to reread Greek mythology.

I woke up earlier with ideas in my head about Zeus on the run and living in terror of his possessive and jealous sister...

"Yeah, I'm a wandering lecher -- I admit it. But can you blame me? I married my sister for cryin' out loud. I've tried to tell her that we made a mistake, but she won't listen. She's insane."

I wouldn't be surprised if someone played with the idea already. Or maybe Zeus had been a powerless (yet fertile) and fleeing figure all along, and we only thought he'd been in charge.

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(no subject) [Nov. 17th, 2009|04:43 pm]

December 21st, 2012 came.

And went.

Without incident.

The James family -- who'd all along claimed descent from the famed Jesse, but weren't -- were at first disappointed, then angered that The End hadn't come.

The James family set out to change that.

Three hours later, they were forced to admit that the world was a far, far bigger place than they'd originally suspected, especially since they were only armed with two shotguns, a box of shells, a couple baseball bats, an axe handle, and money for half a tank of gas.

They went back home.

The police were waiting.

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Long time, no post [Nov. 2nd, 2009|01:08 am]

Word count for NANOWRIMOQuarter (plus maybe a few extra weeks):

49,818 (plus about 35,000 words of related matter, but we won't talk about that)

Alright, so maybe I took a teensy head start. Only about 1,400 of that was done on November 1st. (Oh my GOD! I've fallen behind already!)

And not all of the forty-nine thousand and something words are dedicated to the story itself. I've made a habit of inserting reminders to do research on certain things, as well as notes to myself (or others). An example of these notes includes a little gem from this passage...

"Yes, they are," Nev agreed, a little spooked by the comparison. "But you said you had, or you still have, two intelligent species that have evolved on Gaia? That's rare, from what I understand, anyway."

"It is," Lucer allowed. "The other intelligent species is commonly called the Aerie..."

(Note: I'm obligated to make a record of this -- the timing was practically supernatural. (I started drafting this note immediately after this quiet little incident.) I was still in the process of considering a name for this other intelligent species inhabiting Gaia in the late Cretaceous period, and "Aerie" -- of various spellings -- was one of the less likely names I was considering for either a permanent name or as a placeholder name (see the "teching the tech" discussion). But as I was walking along the Washington Park trail writing this (Note for the LJ readers: as some of you know, I possess the strange talent to walk and write at the same time), a woman jogged past me on my left. I glanced at her ass -- I admit it -- as she jogged by me, and on the upper ass area of her sweat pants was the word "Aerie." (Probably this company, which I never knew existed until now.) In response to this amazing coincidence (message from God?) I did the only thing I could do, which was stop dead in my tracks, let my notebook and pen hang to my sides -- nearly dropping the pen -- and watch blankly as this woman's "Aerie"-clad butt bounced off in the distance. Then I scribbled out what you see above. So now I'm pretty much committed to use "Aerie" as a name of Gaia's other intelligent species.)


So that's the writing process for ya (at least in my amateur opinion).

Also, I probably should take this as a sign to modify my personal writing process a little -- maybe I should make a point to look up from my notebook more often, glance at women's posteriors as I write and walk along the Washington Park trail, and look for more secret messages there.

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Months without posting a journal article, and THIS is what I write about? [Oct. 16th, 2009|01:04 pm]

Alright you Lovecraft experts (I know there's two or three of you)...

I have the need to read up on the deity/entity/THING known as Azathoth, and I'm trying to compile a reading list. According to this Wikipedia article (and Wikipedia is never wrong) some of the stories mentioning or alluding to Azathoth include:

The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath, H. P. Lovecraft
The Whisperer in Darkness, HPL
The Dreams in the Witch House, HPL
The Thing on the Doorstep, HPL
The Haunter of the Dark, HPL

Stories by other authors:
The Lurker at the Threshold, August Derleth and HPL
The Insects from Shaggai, Ramsey Campbell
The Snout in the Alcove, Gary Myers
The Last Night of Earth, Gary Myers
The Web, Gary Myers
The Sect of the Idiot, Thomas Ligotti
Nethescurial, Thomas Ligotti
Move Under Ground, Nick Mamatas

The Azathoth Cycle (including some of the stories above, and others)

Other influential works:
Vathek, William Thomas Beckford
The Gods of Pegana, Lord Dunsany
Time and the God, Lord Dunsany

So am I missing any important stories here?

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(no subject) [Aug. 7th, 2009|06:01 pm]





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(no subject) [Jul. 16th, 2009|02:52 pm]

Apparently I can be a real asshole if my clock radio wakes me up playing the wrong thing.

Right before I came to consciousness this morning, someone on the radio was playing a Glenn Beck clip, and the sound of his voice wound up invading whatever dream I was having at the time.

In response, I woke myself up mocking Beck, blurting out a nasally, whiny "R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH! R'EAAAAAH!" (That's the best spelling I have so far.) I sounded a little like Burgess Meredith's Penguin from the old Batman series.

And no, I didn't cry.

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Forget the grey goo... [Jul. 15th, 2009|08:18 pm]

Good news, steampunk fans!

The culture and society -- along with its signature technology and infrastructure -- that you've always wanted is about to become a reality.

I just stumbled across a relevant article -- let's read along...

Upcoming Military Robot Could Feed on Dead Bodies

It could be a combination of 19th-century mechanics, 21st-century technology — and a 20th-century horror movie.

A Maryland company under contract to the Pentagon is working on a steam-powered robot that would fuel itself by gobbling up whatever organic material it can find — grass, wood, old furniture, even dead bodies.

Robotic Technology Inc.'s Energetically Autonomous Tactical Robot — that's right, "EATR" — "can find, ingest, and extract energy from biomass in the environment...




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Yeah, yeah, go ahead an make a WilkesBrain reference... [Jul. 7th, 2009|11:45 pm]

I just did a couple Google searches, and I can find no relevant or useful links for "Mi-Go Jackson."

Michael Jackson to be buried brainless...

(I know, I don't post for the longest time (BUSY!), then this is what I throw out there.)

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Wonder what Lux would have to say [Jun. 4th, 2009|10:09 pm]


Anyway, it appears it's not impossible to get mad and laugh your ass off at the same time.:-)

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