tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25734818229655289562011-07-28T13:24:43.431-07:00Comic Maker / Writer / Creator ... And Blogger, I guess.TheBitterJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06582803817855620918noreply@blogger.comBlogger441100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2573481822965528956.post-3411834283497796972010-03-03T19:02:00.000-08:002010-03-03T19:02:15.566-08:00

I have heard tales of the old ones, who came from the darkness between the stars and ruled before the concept of light could even be understood, and died long before man took its first steps. I know of their worshippers who, even to this day, devise ritual after ritual to give strength to their lost gods, to bring them back. I know of their minions, who still cling to the shadows, stroking the

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Cassius' shop was in its usual state of repair, but for once wasn't quite empty of customers. A gentlemen dwarf was assembling something that could, possibly, have been a weapon. It looked like an oversize pipe, covered in runes, with a pistol-grip handle, and six runestones along its side. The top was lined with a pair of flat metal plates, each decorated with dwarven text. The dwarf seemed

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My earlier efforts to automatically update twitter and facebook so far have fallen flat. Ah well. I'll have to just update the old fashioned way for now. In the meantime, though, I really really really need a new layout. :)

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My end goal is to have Blogger posts automatically sync with my twitter account and my facebook page. I'm currently working on tweaking Ping.FM to accomplish this exact thing. I'm currently posting directly to Twitter, and seeing if Twitter will in turn post to facebook. Fingers are officially crossed. :)

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The college advisorwore glassespink plastic withhello kitty in the cornerHer lips were pinchedas if in thoughtShe didn't seek eye contactpreferring insteadthe comfort of hercomputer screen"So," She said quietlyI sat in a beige chaircanvas and metal supportsIt was identicalto the one next to itexcept this onelacked arm restsMy hands satuncomfortablyin my lap"What do you seein your future?"Her

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Leery's was a small bar about a stone's throw from the middle-most pier of Cardonia's sprawling bay. It catered, largely, to travellers arriving a night, promising good booze, a good night's rest, and good company. I had heard that of those three, only the middle was true, but after weeks at sea, the other two were oft considered "good enough." I wasn't seeking any of the three though.I was

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Mother says we should never get too close to it, but parents are all like that. Tommy's mom says the exact same thing. The Haze is dangerous, they say. Dark things lurk out there. It's just waiting for you to wander into it and then Snap.But it's not true. Tommy and I threw rocks into it, and the haze puffed slightly as it accepted them. Later, we tried using sticks, both of us pushing against

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"Do I know you?" The RPF's voice barked out from his yellow hooded raincoat. The storm was making a mess of the light, so the question may not have been as sarcastic and hostile as it sounded. I smiled politely."Just the guy who found the body," I said, jerking my thumb over my shoulder. The Cop nodded, shaking free a small spray of water from his head, and looked at his clipboard. A small

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Cassius Carson leaned back in his chair, and flicked a copper strand into the air. It sailed with a practiced ease into a pile of similar junk. He grinned and templed his fingers. "So what exactly are you looking for?" He said, rolling his head to face me."The White Guard are seeking someone named Daniel Craigsen. They seem to think he was involved in Zelena's death.""Danny boy?" Cassius scoffed.

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The phone rattled in its cradle, the buzzer struggling to rattle the rusted joints. I poured some coffee into my cup, and stirred it with a dirty spoon. There was a pause, then it started again. Humphry leaned in close, resting his tan cheek on the dirt-stained desktop, his eyes going cross-eyed slowly as he stared at it. "What does it want?" He asked quietly.Humphry was originally from the

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It was a midmorning when the cab dropped me off in front of Archer's place. He lived in one of the two-story brick houses that clustered along Cardonia's south wall. It was given to him as his reward for service during the Cabal Wars, and he treated it with the reverence such a gift deserved. The yard was over-grown with weeds, the stone steps were cracked and neglected. The house was covered in

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Let's call you Kara.You're beautiful. I think I tried to tell you that once. We were at a party, and I had probably a little too much to drink. I wanted to impress you by not using a pick up line, so I started to make my way over to you. You were sitting on the second-floor balcony, your legs dangling carelessly over the party below. I sat down next you, and smiled. You turned your head slightly

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Writing Prompt:I didn't understand what she was talking about and I didn't care.She wore high heels, bright pink and covered with splatters of ink. Her legs bore the standard mark of an elf: low muscle, sleek, and long. She looked like a child, her red silken dress obviously designed for a human frame. She smiled, though, and it glowed. She held a cigarette in an extender, its plastic gleaming

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Found this in my archives, Enjoy:I think I spilled my coffee on your seat.I was going to offer to clean it all up, but You had already driven off, and I'm not sure I will ever see you again. If you ever change your mind I will have the cleanser ready. With a little scrubbing and love

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Boy. Writing sucked today.Spent just over an hour to write about 600 words over two different stories. it may have been that I had to go buy crappy headphones as the ones I was using got separated from my netbook during the move, or it may be that I haven't been feeling very settled with said move.I dunno.All I know is that I've been trying very hard, but I'm having an incredibly difficult time

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I'm trying to get excited about blogging again, since I find that writing about writing helps me write a little. In this vain, I have added some color to my blogger account. There's no reason for the stark Black&White anymore.

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Meet Mark:He's in his mid twenties, and is a somewhat bright individual. He knows what he wants, but he's less sure how to get it. His dreams are bigger than his reality. He left Teleperformance to work at Systech Repairs, handling some of the more routine maintenance such as virus checks and hard drive defragging. However, he's a brilliant computer mind.Meet Sam:Sam is not simple minded, but

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I wrote Chamber in November as part of the NaNoWriMo contest. I got to 50,000 words and completed the story successfully, which was awesome. But now I've come to the difficult part... I'm actually trying to make it good.My original thought was to highlight the problems and rewrite sections as it was needed. Instead, I've almost completely junked the original novel, and am rewriting it

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Seriously, I love the location, the space, the wi-fi, and especially the free parking.But their coffee is terrible, consistently, every time I go. They make you buy 5$ worth of stuff if you want to pay with card, and there's no way to leave a tip on the card. The lady who took my money abandoned me the moment our transaction was complete, without so much as a "have a nice day." The cookie, kept

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I was playing "Get Medieval" which is a network-capable clone of Gauntlet, and it occured to me that Gauntlet would be awesome if done as an arena shooter. A network capable, co-op arena shooter.Here's the idea...- Every level consists of several waves.- Waves consist of bases spewing forth badguys- The heroes are tanks, with turrets capable of shooting in any direction- The heroes are

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To this day, I have no idea how to court a woman. Do they even call it courting anymore? I went to a bar once, with a group of friends. They suggested I go talk to this girl, because her eyes sparkled like blue fire gems. I didn't want to, but I figured this would be something I'd need to learn, so eventually I let them drag me over.Her name was Kimmy, and she worked as a teller at a bank. She

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Prompt: A brass door handle, three oranges, and a chocolate doughnut. (not used at all)Maybe I should have stayed in bed. It's a nice thought. The rest of my apartment was covered in frost, cold and blue-toned for no identifiable reason. My feet crunched the carpet, and microscopic shards of ice stabbed into me with each step. I tried to ignore it, though. It seemed unimportant.The window was

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I've been using twitter to post my results for NaNoWriMo (I'm at 13020, and about 200 words behind).So I thought I'd use this blog to post some thoughts about what I'm writing.My main character, Jason, is going insane. Or he thinks he is. I'm taking after Phillip K. Dick and some of his more psychological mind-f*ck stories, so it should seem very confusing.However, I know exactly what's going on,

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Keyen. The knock came suddenly, midway between the first and second sunset. Kayen growled and turned away from the cave's entrance, pulling the shabby cloth closer to himself, and shifted his exoskeleton in a futile attempt to ward off sudden wakefulness. The knocker, undeterred, knocked again, and Kayen swore. "I hear you in there, Kayen," The creature intoned. "Come out. We need to speak.

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It's really hard for me to talk about myself without feeling like I'm climbing up onto a soap-box and proclaiming that I hold some deep knowledge that everyone is going to be wowed by. I don't feel that way, and I don't mean to project that self-assured, cocky, know-it-all vibe. It always happens, though, and it bugs me.That's not really what this blog post is about, though. I just wanted to

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For The PC -Strong Bad's Cool Game For Attractive People (all episodes)For The DS -The World Ends With You

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A wishlist of games I want. Issue 1To Start:PC -SporeDS -N+Mario Vs. Donkey Kong

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Random bits of a random idea: I sat in a well-lit tavern on the outskirts of Northridge, nearly broke and trying very hard to mend the broken string of my lute. I had the weakest ale the barkeep would sell sitting next to me, and I was nursing it carefully, a few sips every hour. My clothes probably stank, and I'm not sure I cared much. It had been a bad handful of months, and I was beginning

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A fake folk tale: One day, as the fox was returning from a hunt, it spied the devil sitting by the stream. The devil was glad to see the fox, for he knew the fox was very cunning, and the devil, as you may well know, loves tricksters. So as the fox appraoched, the devil held out his hand and cried out, "Ho there!" Now just as the fox was cunning, the fox was also smart. It knew the devil

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Begin.The idea is rather simple. Get some talented comic-writers / comic-teams together. Each person/group creates a country, filled with their own brand of odd-ball characters. These people (societally speaking) can be any stereotype imagined, and can physically be anything from geometric shapes to angry kitchen appliances. They are given a brief-history and a political outlook. They can be

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I just thought I'd share a few puzzle games I enjoy playing. They're very stimulating.Slither Link: http://www.puzzle-loop.com/Description: Create a continuous circuit around a grid by connecting points.SquarO: http://www.squaro.fr/en/play.htmDescription: Fill in the appropriate dots.That's it for now.

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I like to mix my oatmeal flavors, to see what works well together.Today I've mixed Cinnamon&Spice, Apple&Cinnamon, and RaisinDate&Walnut flavors together. It's yummy in my tummy.In writing news, I'm still working on my short story. I had to go back and revise a part that was less than ideal, and ended up with something I'm much happier with. I find that when I've got the proper mindset with a

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I'm working on a new short story that I thought of last monday, and have written about 4,000 words for so far. It takes place in a renaissance-style fantasy world, where "Crafting" has given Her Majesty's Empire everything from telegram style messaging over distances to teleportation to more durable weaponry. This is the second story I've started that takes place in this universe.The second thing

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I've created a project list over to the side. It shows off where I believe I am in terms of finishing a given project. These are just rough guesses, though.This is just one more step in me making this site my home. :DBack Later-J

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As of September, I've been trying to read a book a week or more. Having just got back from a 8-day vacation, I'm glad to say that I'm doing great (4 books finished during the trip). I thought it might help me update if I talk about what I'm reading, and especially what I'm enjoying.Most recently, I finished Book 3 of Jim Butcher's Codex Alera series, and I really enjoyed it.I enjoyed the first

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1. This blog will be updated regularly. For my sake if for no one else's.2. I will complete at least 1 short story a month.3. I will not bind myself uselessly to lists.-J

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First off, I haven't done any writing. Even though this is a blog that's supposed to help me write, I've been lacking the necessary will to go out and craft stories, or something. Maybe I've just been lazy.Actually, I wrote up a free script giveaway which I'll be posting at some point, when I remember and have it edited.But for now, let's talk about one of my favorite past times... Crack Attack.

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I need to find a good place for writing exercises, so I have something to say when I post. :PThis last weekend was probably an ideal time to get some writing done, but instead I had a great time with my wife, and didn't write anything at all. We went to a Gem Fair twice, read some comic books at borders, shopped, and played video games. It was very relaxing, all in all.But not very productive. Ah

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Ha, terrible punnage ensues!There are parts of my past I don't miss. Like sixth grade. Boy, I hated that year. My mom had gone out of town to "fight" in the gulf war (she actually was stationed in Germany, as she was a medical doctor and was waiting to receive wounded that never showed up), I had just switched to a new school, and had not yet really made any long lasting friends, and things

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The answer to the title is, "Of course not" unless you're like one of three people. But yeah, I saw an honest-to-god genuine UFO a few weeks ago, as I was exiting a bar with my wife and friend.The funny part is that neither of them saw it.It was triangular shaped, a series of glowing lights that spun around as they flew slowly behind a building. It was too low to the ground for an airplane (

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I did exactly as I said I would. I went and I wrote and I wrote and I wrote. I wrote until I wanted to stop three times, and then I kept writing. I just forced it out. It might not be great, but it's there, and it's building into something awesome. I am totally going to do this again, soon. :DThe story revolves around a private detective who is closely tied into the supernatural circles, but

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Today is a lovely day to run Start up the car with the sun Packing blankets and dirty sheets A roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up All the troubles you and i have seen Cross when the drawbridge light is green Don't look back to that messed-up scene Packing blankets and dirty sheets A roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up All the troubles you and i have seen And all our troubles will be

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I have a terrible confession. I'm absolutely horrible at IM conversations.It's not that I can't type. I can. Obviously. You can't run a blog without being at least semi-decent at typing. Or, more to the point, you can't run a semi-decent blog without being at least semi-decent at typing. My typing is fine. It's great even. I'm a great typist.But, often, in the middle of a conversation, I'll get

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It's been a long ass time since I wrote in my blog.A long ass time.I don't even really know what I should be saying. Should I fill you guys in on the last 18 months, or should I simply just launch into the laundry list of everything I'm doing.Or should I simply admit that it's been a long ass time and that I should be better.I dunno.To quickly touch on the last 18 months:I got a job at a school

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