How come when they’re talking about porn, they (the mysterious powers that be…folks also responsible for posting signs from “The Management”, one would suppose) talk about “hardcore” and “softcore.” But when talking about other things that have a hardcore component, the converse is “casual” instead?
The more they change, actually. Wise sayings to the contrary notwithstanding. The particular changes I’m thinking of came from Jona’s thorough and insightful readthrough. They’re all in the text now. Said text is different, and better, for them. Now it goes to Zach for more reading. I hope he leaves it in better shape than he finds it, too.
My awesome editrix is going out of town this week. And I just found out tonight that she ordered the new Batman video game to keep me company while she’s away. Jona rocks.
Well, it’s been approximately forever, or more like twelve days. But the first of my trusty editors has delivered her notes. And the news is good.
So last time, I got back on the horse. This time, I rode that pony!
You can probably tell that work on Ultrablamtacular! had slowed recently. I started work on it again today, and one of the things I knew I needed to do was to update this blog. Read more…
So…if you’re reading this blog, you probably already know that the Ennie Award voting is open.
Someday, I’d like to be up for one of those bad boys. And I’d like people to vote. For me, obviously.
So go vote. The Funzor density of the nominees is high.
There’s no easy way to say it. GenCon is twenty days from now.
Ultrablamtacular! isn’t done. And I’m not going to GenCon. Read more…
I was working on an adventure for the SIFRP game I’m running (which, though I’ve located some flaws, is still working pretty well, and is still a Thing I Like) and I needed some details about pre-industrial mining. I remembered an article I had read an indeterminate-but-long time ago about the development of humankind’s ability to dig and drill in the earth. I couldn’t remember exactly where I’d read it, but I narrowed it down to one of three magazines and started googling.
I didn’t find it on the goog, but I did find it. I turned up the entire text of an article I sort of remembered from what turned out to be a decade ago based on a vague recollection of a magazine and one phrase that stuck in my head. The internet is awesome.
Many years ago, when AltaVista was the big deal in search, my dad commented that the internet was useless because while you could find all sorts of things on it, you could never find the thing you wanted. He was right then, and the fact that he’s wrong now is what makes the internet so awesome. It’s like having an enormous photographic memory. I know. This is old hat. But seriously. One partially remembered phrase.
