Thededine Von Crankengeshteitmeyer
The first printing of Sons of Liberty
just arrived, and I'm really digging on how they look. Here, let me gush and share:
(Click on any for a ridiculously larger image.)
And of course, plug plug, the preorder is still open
, until the release on February 15th!
Tue, Jan. 15th, 2008, 01:30 am
Thu, Jan. 10th, 2008, 07:12 pm
Reviewed the proof for Sons of Liberty
today; there was one, minor problem, which they're going to try and fix on their end tomorrow, and if they can't we'll go to print anyway because it's that minor. The book looks pretty sweet!
I'm following the Primaries like crazy, rooting for my boy Obama. It'll be a fun February 5th. I only wish I had gotten in on activism during the primaries, since I feel like I could have actually done some good in promoting Obama for the primary; getting active for the actual election feels like a waste of time in Blue California. Whoever gets the nomination will get California's votes.
Agora playtest kicking up next week, and we're shooting for a long-term game/playtest. Agora is a new direction for me: this game is designed to play over a shitload of sessions. I'm really looking forward to it.
Have finally hit the critical mass of awesome on podcasts. What's the critical mass of awesome, you might ask? It's when you've finally subscribed to enough podcasts that you download nearly eight hours' worth of audio every night, and listen to stuff that you're interested in all workday long. Seriously, it is quite possibly the coolest thing ever. It's like my own personal radio station. Most notable of late: Hardcore History interviews James Burke, the Connections guy
, and New Yorker interviews Judd Apatow and Seth Rogen
. My current favorite, though, is Intelligence Squared
, an NPR show that features Oxford-style debates on current events every two weeks. Absolutely awesome!
Also, absolutely loving Fullerton, the new commute, and scrupulous attention to quality of life. I am incredibly happy.
Tue, Jan. 8th, 2008, 06:06 pm
Thank you for taking the fundies away from John. I can almost respect him now that he's given up that portion of the vote.
(Of course, that won't last if he actually gets the nod. Sad.)
87% Chris Dodd
83% Bill Richardson
81% Barack Obama
81% Dennis Kucinich
80% Mike Gravel
78% Hillary Clinton
76% John Edwards
74% Joe Biden
46% Rudy Giuliani
39% John McCain
30% Mike Huckabee
29% Ron Paul
28% Mitt Romney
20% Tom Tancredo
18% Fred Thompson
2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz
Unfortunately, there was no "Do you want a candidate who is still running for the freaking office?" question.
Thu, Jan. 3rd, 2008, 01:06 am
So at some point last year, or maybe the year before, I made a bitchy little post about how Green Ronin was doing three books for a Warhammer RPG, intending to cover Marines, Inquisitors, and Rogue Traders all using the same rules system. How silly, I said, rolling my eyes, those traddy designers have no idea how system really does matter.
Today I found out that the Inquisitors book isn't so much about Inquisitors making inquiries of people with religious problems; it's about fighting space-cthulhu. And now using the same system as the Marines and Rogue Traders makes perfect sense.
So, sorry Nik! Read 'Inquisitors' and thought, you know, Dominicans.
Sons of Liberty
is laid out, the cover is composited, the files are exported, and all the 't's are crossed and the 'i's dotted. At least, until the printer does pre-flight and tells me what's wrong with the files. In the mean time, I'm really, really happy with how it looks.
At some point, I'll export the PDF Preview and start sending the download link to the preorderers, and export the PDF sample, and post to various forum sites and whatnot. I'll export the supercool character sheets and make those available for download.
Right now, though, I think it's time to not sit in front of this computer any longer, straighten things up in the apartment, and have a party.
Happy New Year, folks!
I've plowed through Sons of Liberty
layout all day today, which is nice because I'm like two weeks later than I want to be on the timetable. I managed to get all one hundred sixty
pages done (yeah, it popped its 128-page bookmap), and I'm actually rather liking the look. Now for a little proofreading, map-compositing, and ad-placing, and I'll actually have the damned thing done. One cover design later, and it will be at the printer's. Is it too much to hope I can shoot it off this weekend?
In the mean time, I give you this awesome thing, which I'm not even going to explain:
So I tried poutine. Poutine, in case you didn't know, is french fries with cheese curds and gravy on top. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I found that they tasted like french fries with cheese curds and gravy on top. Not exactly dazzling.
Then we went to go see I Am Legend
with Will Smith and Stupid Dumbfuck Jesusfreak Girl. Here's the plotline: Emmah Thompson develops a cure for cancer that also happens to turn people into zombies, because that's the inevitable result of biological engineering. Not, you know, the German Shepherd, the Macintosh apple, or dairy cattle. No -- science is scary and turns people into zombies.
So Will Smith is an Army virologist who is working to develop a cure for the cancer zombies. He is the only man on Manhattan Island, which is "Ground Zero" of the outbreak of the cancer zombie plague, for which he has a natural immunity. He's trying to find a way to base a cure off of his own immunity. The only problem is that he's using science, and as we know, science is fundamentally flawed and always produces zombies.
So the first three-quarters of the movie are very cool and pretty and go absolutely nowhere besides killing his dog. Then Stupid Dumbfuck Jesusfreak Girl shows up, and tells Will Smith that God told her to come to New York on the way to Vermont, where there's a survivor camp. She has no other proof of this than God told her. Will Smith tells her, quite rationally, that she's a fucking nutbar, and is determined to continue using his science to try and save the world.
Poor Will Smith, unlike we educated filmwatchers, does not understand that science inevitably leads to zombies. He does not understand that, instead of observing the universe, learning how it works, and then acting accordingly, all he needs to do is listen. Because, as Stupid Dumbfuck Jesusfreak Girl tells him, the world is so quiet now, it's easy to hear God's voice. So then the cancer zombies attack, and they're about to get Will Smith and SDJG and the mute kid she tows behind her, and he comes to a revelation -- the cancer zombies have bashed a butterfly into the plate glass wall keeping them back, and so Will Smith finally gets it, and finally listens. So silly, Will Smith, for thinking that he could do anything with science.
So he distills the cure for the cancer zombie plague, which just got finished as they were running down to the lab, chased by cancer zombies, and he gives it to SDJG, shoves her into... I'm not even sure what it was; it looked like a pizza oven. So he gives her the cure, shoves her into the pizza oven, and blows himself up.
And Stupid Dumbfuck Jesus Girl goes to Vermont, where there are American and Norwegian survivors (no, this was not explained), and hands them the cure, telling us in voice-over that Will Smith is a Legend for finding the cure.
...with his science, which inevitably leads to zombies. But NEVER MIND THAT, because he bravely blew himself up, instead of throwing the grenade at the zombies so only they blew up (which is, generally speaking, what one is supposed to do when faced with zombies and armed with a grenade). So the survivors and the resulting civilization are Will Smith's legend, because he learned that empiricism is not to be trusted, with its fangled verification process and fact-checking and duplication of results and stuff. No no. Trust revelation. Trust the voice of God. Which is so easy to hear now that you're being attacked by zombies.
LAMEST MOVIE EVER. DO NOT WATCH.
Sat, Dec. 22nd, 2007, 11:30 am
Arrived in Halifax last night. There appears to be some ecological problem with their rain. It freezes in the upper atmosphere before falling. They have to pile it up on either side of the street just to get through.