Archive for month: September, 2013

Badmoon Rising – Chapter 20 – Oh, Look What Followed Us Here

30 Sep
September 30, 2013

Hangman and Vanessa looked at me in stunned silence. Then, their faces melted into concerned looks. I knew what was going through their minds. The idea of Nick being in the Disputed Territories was ludicrous. Hangman and I had watched as he was expelled from Florida by the prince and led away by a lycanthrope from Nebraska. Even if Nick managed to escape, Hangman would’ve heard something from the State Guild before we’d left Tallahassee.

“Yes, I know it’s crazy,” I said, preempting the pair,”I know that the simplest explanation based on all the evidence was that I simply imagined Nick being this mysterious savior.”

“But you still believe you saw him on the street,” Hangman said, flatly. “Does that gut feeling come from the same place as your instincts?”

“What do you mean, Sam?” Vanessa asked, confused. He held up a hand to let me think. Where was that certainty coming from?

“Maybe, but I honestly don’t know. It happened so fast, I can’t remember clearly,” I answered.

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Welcome to Fiction Monday

30 Sep
September 30, 2013

Starting today, I’m starting a new feature called Fiction Monday. Check in every Monday for a new piece of fiction. This week is Chapter 20 of Badmoon Rising.

Sometimes You Need to Be Reminded of the Horror

27 Sep
September 27, 2013

Miguel links to an article showing lots of uncensored pics from the mall attack in Nairobi. Warning! The pics are graphic and very much NSFW.

For those who truly believe that their magic sky daddy not only condones, but will reward them for these atrocities, I hope you quickly discover the falsity of your beliefs. Preferably by trying to meet said magic sky daddy via 55-grain lead/cooper infusion.

Where Did They Get Those?

27 Sep
September 27, 2013

I’ve been ripping my DVDs so that I can stream them to my television via Apple TV. Part of that includes adding the metadata, including descriptions from IMDB.

I just recently picked up season 4 of Castle. In the process, I ran across this episode description.

Student Jane Herzfeld was fatally shot with the Glock service revolver serial killer 3XK stole from Ryan. Her only dodgy ex, Finn McQueen, has an alibi. Phone records show she was in contact with undercover narcotics detective Seth Carver, who forced her to inform on tutoring pupil Ben Lee’s dad Clifford’s Chinese drug mob. Castle ingeniously finds some missing links trough prison records. — IMDb Plot: Kick the Ballistics (2011)

Emphasis mine.

Maybe something like this?



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Darn, I wish NYPD was carrying Glock revolvers. Then they would only have 6 rounds to hit bystanders with

Friday Quote – 9/27/13

27 Sep
September 27, 2013

There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences.

P.J. O’Rourke, satirist

H/t reader Robert

Loopholes

26 Sep
September 26, 2013

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This is an example of a loophole. A law or instruction that has enough ambiguousness in its wording to allow an interpretation that conflicts with the spirit of the law or instruction.

A law you don’t like is not a loophole. Know the difference.

Metal Tuesday – Dangerous Toys – Outlaw

24 Sep
September 24, 2013

This week’s Metal Tuesday is Dangerous Toys‘ “Outlaw.”

I was introduced to this band while in high school. Namely, one of my classmates handed me a cassette (yes, that long ago) and said, “You like metal, here.” It was definitely in the vein of late 80s/early 90s hair bands, but they seemed to have a slightly harder edge. “Outlaw” quickly became a favorite of mine because I’m a sucker for Westerns.

Lyrics:

I got a twenty man posse right on my ass
I’m ahead of ’em now but they’re comin’ fast
Busted out at dawn, it’s past midnight
Won’t get a stop to drink till the morning light
I got a fistful of lead buried in my back
Got a hundred thousand dollars right in this sack
I’m just beginnin’ my life, i’m ready for death
Been runnin’ for a while and they ain’t caught me yet

Lawman killer, I’m an outlaw
Livin’ testament that crime pays
no such thing as a good job these days

My daddy was a sailor, my mother a whore
Brought up by a gypsy, left at her door
Raised on the street, I’m dirty and mean
Blink your eyes, I’ll pick your pockets clean
Because I’m not afraid of death, looked him in the eye
Done unreal things you wouldn’t realize
Sleep with one eye open, real smart
Take an inch of your life in the beat of a heart

Lawman killer, I’m an outlaw
Livin’ testament that crime pays
No such thing as a good job these days
Go ahead punk, make my day

I’m an outlaw, yes i’m an outlaw
Good times, bad times, hard times the same
Live my life same as Jesse James
Wanted poster showin’ my name

I’m an outlaw, yes I’m an outlaw
I’m an outlaw
I’m an outlaw, yes I’m an outlaw
i’m an outlaw
Outlaw

You know it’s a good game session…

21 Sep
September 21, 2013

When one of the players is required to lick a 9 volt battery to get an idea of the “feel” of a magic item.

It’s even more fun when it’s your eight year old nephew.

And more fun ensues when his six year old sister demands to also lick the battery.

Friday Quote – 9/20/13

20 Sep
September 20, 2013
Throughout history, poverty is the normal condition of man. Advances which permit this norm to be exceeded — here and there, now and then — are the work of an extremely small minority, frequently despised, often condemned, and almost always opposed by all right-thinking people. Whenever this tiny minority is kept from creating, or (as sometimes happens) is driven out of a society, the people then slip back into abject poverty. This is known as “bad luck.”

Robert Heinlein, science fiction author

Starbucks No Longer Neutral

18 Sep
September 18, 2013

Starbucks had been trying to play Switzerland in the gun debate by being aggressively neutral and serving everyone.

Now we have an open letter from their CEO asking for people not to bring guns into their stores.

Few topics in America generate a more polarized and emotional debate than guns. In recent months, Starbucks stores and our partners (employees) who work in our stores have been thrust unwillingly into the middle of this debate. That’s why I am writing today with a respectful request that customers no longer bring firearms into our stores or outdoor seating areas.

I can understand Starbucks wanting to get out of this debate, but caving in isn’t the answer. The gun rights faction is surprisingly fickle with their dollars and they have long memories. (Ask S&W and Ruger about overcoming the effects of their previous stances).