Friday, August 29, 2008

I have something to watch in November...

Now don't you go getting all big in the head Mr. Terry Goodkind. I STILL think the basic core structure of "Wizard's First Rule" is puerile and heavily borrowing of "Star Wars: A New Hope". I will expand on that later.

This forthcoming show "Legend of the Seeker" wants to be "Lord of the Rings" for TV sooo very badly. I will rap about that later too.

I am mostly interested in the female lead Bridget Regan at this point. Mmm, now there's a bit of dusky-haired goodness. I appreciate a woman who fills out a bodice so very well. THAT's why I'm gonna watch. Thank you Bridget. Thank you! Now lose that douche of a co-star and gimme a call.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

End of the World Dream

I had a strange Post-end of the world dream.

After some sort of undefined disaster, the survivors gathered in a sizable town where we were all safe and living relatively normal lives again. The trees were green, the lights were on, food etc. There seemed to be narrow avenues of travel to there safe areas by train and I seemed to have some sort of strange power over the environment to "fix" things.

But then I took train ride toward another safe town and things began to change along the way. What extended safety began to breakdown and there seemed to be nothing beyond our borders. We had to back our train up fast to return to our town as the some of our benefits and perks of living there broke down.

The lights began flicker which was the first sign of the outside terror coming in. There seemed to be some kind of ratio of survival we learned from past experiences. 70-30. It had something to do with how many people survived the darkness when it flickered.

My special powers could do nothing against the darkness itself, just the environment we were in. We took up safe positions inside houses in the town but then even those became perilous. One of people who fled alongside me to one safe place left the room I was in to get something in the house. They shouted my name and came running back upstairs in terror.

It was dark downstairs and the corridor led to someplace different than what the rest of the house had been like moments before. The lights flicker into darkness down there and I soon saw a pair of skin legs in tattered pants standing at edge of the darkness like a lost thing returned filled with hate.

The person who came upstairs screaming for my help began pushing me downstairs toward this thing.

And I woke up.

I have had nightmares in the past, not one with these specific details but that end with me being forced by someone else into a place where some sort of wraith was waiting to consume my soul. At the point I am about to confront this wraith, I wake up.

I've had two of these dreams in my life, last night the most recent. been many years since the first.

Maybe the solitude at night is getting to me

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

So I have decided...

it makes more sense to keep this blog topic based and save the dating business for a different space. Yeah I get the most reactions from of my observations on dating but it just doesn't feel like the right spot for it here anymore.

SO I will stick to my views of a variety of current topics HERE while I keep my whining about dating and love and all that crap elsewhere...

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Kimbo Slice vs. Ken Shamrock...WTF???

Before Ken Shamrock comes kicking down my door to break my neck, I know why he has been called "The Most Dangerous Man Alive". He is a mixed martial arts legend. He's enjoyed widespread fame during his time as a pro-wrestler in the WWE.

But that was a few years ago and he has lost his last five MMA bouts.

So it is shocking to hear that the producers of fledgling fight show EliteXC booked a match between Shamrock and backstreet brawler Kimbo Slice.

Shamrock, 44, has nothing to prove by taking on Slice aside from satisfying personal pride. Slice, 34, is a greenhorn in the world of organized MMA. Sure he has pimp-slapped tough guys in those outrageous YouTube videos but he is just earning his place among skilled, trained professional fighters.

EliteXC is looking for a star to make the show shine and Slice seems to be the show's one true draw. Pairing Slice against Shamrock may get novelty ratings to please the owners of the CBS network. But it is also a sign of EliteXC trying to call attention to itself while Ultimate Fighting Championship on cable channel Spike continues to be the more popular, well-established franchise.

In his prime, Shamrock would wreck Slice regardless of his size. The outcome of this bout, set sometime in October, doesn't hold that much weight in my mind aside from the attempt at pumping some excitement into quivering EliteXC.

If Shamrock wins, it would be problematic for EliteXC. He has more talent but Slice has youth, size and fresher popularity on his side. I doubt EliteXC is looking to keep Shamrock on as its star player.

If Slice wins, it throws more dust on Shamrock's fame. It may earn Slice some "ring cred" and give EliteXC a little lift. Win over a drove of new fans to the show?

I think they would have more luck pitting Kimbo Slice vs. Butterbean. Now THAT would be a hot mess I would watch!

Sunday, August 24, 2008

I need a break I think

Today I reread and edited the entire 300+ pages, 18 chapters, 78,000 words worth of work I am confident of at this point. I think I have cut out all the fat and killed all the darlings that needed dismissal.

But I am back to the conundrum of where and how to end this thing. Do I go and finish off another six chapters, about 90 more pages, which would land the story at 100,000+?

Or maybe I need to stop working on this thing. It eats at the pit of you not having finished it and constantly reworking it. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away