В этот раз на прогулке с tk_schatten удалось проникнуть на территорию элеватора - ворота были открыты.
По данным веб - элеватор не используется с 1995 года, с 2008 начаты работы по демонтажу конструкций, сейчас временно приостановлены. Больше наскрести не удалось. Объект видный издалека и стал одним из символов Харькова, по крайней мере туристы и гости города часто делают фото элеватора. Объект расположен в непосредственной близости от Южного железнодорожного вокзала.
Слева направо - рабочая башня, силосы, ещё одна рабочая башня зернового элеватора.
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- Current Location:Харьков
- Current Mood: одна во поле берёзка
- Sun, 13:18: <3
- Sun, 13:46: Quick, someone tell @graveyardgreg! http://t.co/moZNLdqbIP
- Sun, 16:36: Awesome kid is awesome. http://t.co/N8LWOfSMCV
- Sun, 17:05: I wonder if anyone ever started a WordPress with the title, Beware of the Blog. http://t.co/nfrwknsndb
- Sun, 17:11: Looking through old journal entries, finding condolences on someone passing away, who has since themselves passed away. :-`
- Sun, 17:12: Dear last five years: You really sucked.
- Sun, 20:16: RT @muskrat_john: I can't believe it's 7 pm and I'm *still* writing 6 pm on my checks! THANKS, Daylight Saving Time!
- Sun, 21:20: I loved, loved, loved the original COSMOS. I have high hopes for the new one!
- Sun, 21:22: Well no, of course, but @neiltyson is cool, too. :) //RT @DatBirdbrain: it won't be the same without Carl. :(
- Sun, 21:32: RT @scalzi: COSMOS SPOILER: Jupiter? Waaaaaay big.
The obvious biggie is that Suburban Jungle (Rough Housing) is up and running! We've also got a shiny new forum thanks to everyone at Crosstime Café. The story runs on Mondays and Wednesdays, with a quarterly print release (the first full issue should be at AnthroCon)-- and thanks to my Patreon supporters, there will be extra content in the form of an "Ask the Cast" page on the last Friday of every month.
"What Patreon?" You Ask? Funny You Should Mention It!
With a little prodding from Graveyard Greg, Maggie Hogarth, and others, I created a Patreon page, and so far it's been a huge success, for which I'm very grateful! Someone even took a "Commission on Demand" slot, which I didn't actually expect anyone would. :) Good thing I put a limit on those!
The Patreon program has already reached two of its goals, the Ask the Cast page and funding a new compy to replace this dying PC. The next one is the biggie-- funding another comic project that a pal of mine would like to collaborate on but that I just can't afford to do unless it's a paying gig. He's trying to raise the funds on his end, but I told him that if I got funded, I'd do the comic without charging him.
So we'll see if it happens! Please consider adding your support if you'd like to see more comics from your ever-lovin' blue-eyed cartoonist. :)
And, Of Course, FurTheMore!
Come Friday, I will be in Baltimore as one of the Guests of Honor for FurTheMore-- SO jazzed! I'll have "Issue Zero" preview comics c/o the good folks at FurPlanet, I'll be running panels, it's gonna be awesome. :)
So, yeah... big week! I'm very pleased.
Oh, and did I mention I drew Rarity? 'cos I totally drew Rarity. Such a lovely pony! <3
Anyhow, that's it for now! I need to get back to work. Those pages won't ink and color themselves! ...darn it.
- Current Location:The Hobbit Hole
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Current Music:Frozen OST "Let It Go" (in my head)
For some reason, I’ve woken up this morning really jazzed and excited about the week. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do, but this week there seems to be a little something extra in the air. It’s going to be a great week!
In any event, this week Raging Swan Press is releasing Dungeon Dressing: Ceilings by Aaron Bailey.
On the work front, I had another cracking week last week and completed all my tasks. This sets me up for a spiffing week this week (hopefully). If all goes according to my dark and sinister plan, this week I’ll be:
- Continuing work on Town Backdrop: Wolverton.
- Continuing design work of Fane of the Sleeper (the renamed Fane of Slumber which recently appeared on the release schedule for May). The adventure features a new layout designed to make it an absolutely doddle to run; it’s taking longer to write than normal as I’m tinkering with the various components as I go.
- Writing and releasing two Raging Swan Press Advice Articles.
- Completing layout and first edit of of Village Backdrop: Severed Umbra.
- Start work on the next Town Backdrop. In my Borderland of Adventure campaign, the party are nearing a pirate town and so I thought I might kill two birds with one stone.
And that’s the week for me! I hope you have a similarly fun and busy time!
For those poor souls who do not have HBO, as a public service, here you go:
I loved it, myself. But I'm hardly an objective audience.
- Current Location:Santa Fe
- Current Mood: cheerful
I usually think instagram filters are mostly toys and not very useful, but sometimes I come across a picture that really improves when filtered.
This picture, of an abandoned home in Montana, certainly looks a lot more atmospheric with the filtering than without. Without the filtering, this house looks a lot less menacing...cheery, even.
Can anyone guess the approximate age of this house? I have a guess of my own, but I want to see what others say.
A March Retrospective On February 2014.
“The Sprout on High, The Beer is Freely Flowing...”
No-one would have believed, in the first days of February, the controversy that was to arise from Jonathan Ross being asked to present the Hugo Awards at Loncon3. The most notable thing about the First Thursday meeting for the month at the Melton Mowbray was the sparse turnout. This was due to it being on the second day of the London Underground 48 Hour Strike, so many people decided not to attend. This was not good news for the Picocon 31 representatives, who had turned up with lots of flyers, since only a few of the various fan groups were present. However, we did our best to keep our assorted credentials up. Graham had the latest news about The Order of The Golden Sprout and we pondered the implications for the future of the society over the course of several beers. Whether or not future historians would look back on this as a pivotal moment in the founding of Brussels Sproutism (BS) remained unknown.
Meanwhile, Richard held forth on matters of health, diet and why he wanted to join Weight Watchers. Apparently, it was something pertaining to the gender imbalance in their membership, but I didn’t quite catch all of it, possibly because I was in the wrong state of intoxication. However, Helena managed to distract us with her Victorian Prostitute Boots, although as Graham pointed out, they probably were not all that historically accurate. Sadly, Reverend Jim was not available to be distracted, due to the transport problems, so I was unable to ask his views on Helena’s suggestion about cavorting on Alex’s stockpile of Beeblebears. Liam turned up, somewhat tense over his impending move to Brno in the Czech Republic, to take up a new job. However, some beer helped and as I observed later, on Facebook, within a month or so of relocating, he would quite probably be speaking the language like a local and romancing the ladies like a Leather-Clad Raven-Haired Sex-God. There was also mention of Helena’s purple furry onesie, but the drinks and conversation flowed ever onwards and the matter was forgotten - unless someone wrote it up in a fanzine afterwards. Oh how we laughed as we maintained the old tradition - as per ancient charter - of talking toot in the pub.
“We call upon our Troopers, in this our Darkest Hour…”
After a meteorologically tempestuous December and January, storms and flooding dominated British news throughout February, with troops being brought in to assist the over-stretched emergency services. Those who had to evacuate from their homes, or who had been left without power for the latter half of December, were especially concerned. However, the government remained too busy stirring up paranoia about Bulgarians and Romanians flooding into Britain in spite the alleged migrant deluge remaining conspicuous by its absence. I could just imagine David Cameron cursing perfidious foreigners who could not be trusted to come to Britain and claim British homes, jobs and benefits. Meanwhile, Nature, having delivered the wettest January in 100 years, proceeded to carry on regardless into February, although as the month wore on, signs of brighter, warmer weather made occasional appearances. Although the flooding began to ease, the anger and criticism of government inaction and incompetence remained and the rather dismissive response of David Cameron and his ministers did not help matters.
However, when the flooding started to reach areas full of Tory voters, the government suddenly could not do enough to help, promising unlimited funds and inflicting their presence on the victims of flooding - which if anything raised the hostility levels even further. It left me wondering when the country would be swept by Brussels Sproutism (BS) - the belief that all politicians should be replaced by Brussels sprouts. With sprouts not being given to making stupid comments in public, cheating on their spouses, starting wars, oppressing the starving masses or committing acts of genocide, it was easy to see how morally and intellectually superior they were to politicians. Rumours that an exception would be made for Herman Van Rompuy - but only if it turned out that he really had become President of The European Council by bribing everyone with beer and chocolate - remained unconfirmed. Sadly, too many people remained more interested in the daily soap-opera lives of fatuous celebrities than the events around them, as per usual.
“Tell me we made some progress…”
Reason notwithstanding, the Monday night gaming sessions at the Penderel’s Oak in Holborn carried on, unabated. The food, prices and variety of guest ales remained pleasing and we still had enough space to get all the gaming groups back together under one roof. Unfortunately, the flow-through of new staff complicated matters more often than not. Meanwhile, the side plot in Shaun’s Cyberpunk™ story developed. One of the carnival’s crew had been accused of rape and DMS, the rival media group to Network 54, were using it to try and discredit the pack. We were tasked with using our Night City contacts to try and clear him. We went through the security videos from the carnival’s cameras, the DMS news videos and the local mall security cameras. We saw the girl clearly making moves on the accused - and spotted she had spiked her own drink, indicating it was a set-up. With some additional research, we identified the man who accompanied her to the police station when she reported being attacked - a high-ranking local Scientologist. It turned out that both of them were associated with the Biotechnicha corporation, suggesting a tangled web behind things. The Solos also noticed that two couples in the crowd were actually two teams, working in pairs, scouting out the carnival. Whether this was part of the set-up, or something separate remained uncertain. Meanwhile, Jonny 5’s Fixer went to see someone about getting a lawyer - which, given how few real lawyers there were left after The Purge, was no easy task.
However, he succeeded and we were advised that whilst we could not be officially involved, any information that might happen to be passed on discretely to the lawyer’s investigators could be useful. Meanwhile, the media had more or less besieged the camp, so we moved out in ones and twos and rendezvoused at a rented lock-up in Night City. We arranged accommodation and transport and my tech divided his time between repainting the vehicles, rigging up bugs and cloning the girl’s mobile telephone, so that we could monitor her calls. When we put the bugs in place, we also noticed that one of the media companies had done the same - and we took care to leave their device undisturbed. Meanwhile, Isi’s Netrunner had noted some alarming news - Netwatch had cut both Militech and Arasaka right out of the network for 12 hours. Although no details were forthcoming, she suggested it might be the start of another corporate war. In local news, the police and the Blood Razors were engaging more than usual - possibly due to the death of a Network 54 employee and Inquisitor.
Meanwhile, our own research revealed that Torres and Lovell, the officers investigating the rape case, were not from the Vice division, but from a section with more “political” associations. Then a day later, whilst My Tech, Andy’s Solo and Isi’s Netrunner were on a supply run, we were stopped by those same officers. The fact that they had two squads of heavily armed support made it clear this was no coincidence. As Nomads - “Zeros” with no social security numbers or official existence - we could have been shot. Instead, they took our guns and Isi’s Netrunner had her cyberdeck confiscated. Then, having made their point about us being “known associates” of the accused, they let us go. Concerned by this development, we decided to plan our next move before re-grouping with the others.
“Hetalia: Eurozone Crisis…”
Civil disorder continued to rage across the Eurozone as the cutbacks continued and public anger increased. Various economies teetered, international relations remained rocky and things looked grim all round. Even the attempts by David Cameron and Angela Merkel to lighten things with a comedy double-act completely and utterly failed. However, when Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu cast a shadow over Ms Merkel’s upper lip with a fatefully-timed raised finger, he got rather a lot of laughs - except in Germany and Austria. As ever, Hetalia: Axis Powers and World Series - a satirical alternative world history with various countries personified as nationally stereotypical homoerotic pretty-boys - stood no chance against reality.
“Why is it always The End of The World with these people…?”
Meanwhile, in a universe at least superficially not entirely unlike our own, the latest episode of Kevin’s G.U.R.P.S™ our team was reunited and set the much more relaxing task of checking surveillance videos. Then an alert came in and those of us who did not already know, learned some disturbing facts. Something had turned the crew of a drilling platform crew into zombies. Unfortunately, it was on the edge of a Forbidden Zone, under a treaty with the ancient and extremely advanced pre-human aquatic civilization known as the deep Ones. Suspecting that the rig had accidentally drilled into something they should not have, we were tasked with leading two squads of troops onto the rig to find out what had happened. The weather was pretty rough when we landed - and we lost one of our transport aircraft. Regrouping, we entered the rig itself and began searching for survivors and information. Naturally, there was hilarity when waves of zombies attacked us. By the time we had the few survivors secured, our forces had been reduced by over fifty percent. Then the questioning began whilst my character tested them for zombie infection. Initially we learned little, but started worrying when the survivors told us that the Project K team had been behind a lot of the drilling and research work and had even taken away a number of samples and at least one unusual object. Given that taking samples and objects belonging to the Deep Ones was a treaty violation that could see our civilization wiped out, we realized things were worse than expected.
Then we found a Project K team member, and learned that the samples had been Shoggoths - a servitor race of amorphous proto-matter blobs. The Shoggoths had rebelled and killed their creators and were considered so dangerous even the Deep Ones were afraid of them. So, we cleared the rest of the rig - losing most of our remaining troops doing so, but killing a couple of the remaining Shoggoths. Then a Deep One Hybrid arrived. She explained that the rig had breached a containment facility for the Shoggoths and that a number of them had been removed along with a Stele that helped to seal them in. Although we managed to convince her that we wanted to help, we were left in no doubt as to how much trouble Humanity was going to be in if all that had been taken was not returned. Luckily, some of the information we had found included shipping records that told us where the samples had gone, so off we went. After examining the place where they were being held, we decided a subtle approach was called for and with Anand’s character’s special Warrant Card we persuaded the receptionist that we needed to see the supervisor urgently. The man we met appeared to be the one in charge of Project K - going by the information we had - but it turned out he had been replaced by a Shoggoth, who pointed out that if Humanity worked with them, they could break the power of the Deep Ones.
Wisely, we pretended to agree and took him back to the rig, with a sabotaged Stele, that would set the other Shoggoths loose. Then it was just a matter of killing him, giving the Hybrid the information we had, fixing the Stele and ensuring that the rest of the Shoggoths that had been removed were destroyed. That was the easy bit. Convincing the Hybrid that we knew nothing of why this had been done, or who was behind it and that the Humans had been ignorant pawns of an unknown third party was rather more difficult. Luckily, Anand and David’s characters had the skills we needed .Thus another mission was successfully concluded - given that the Crawling Chaos did not make manifest, not even as Nyaruko-San. Although it had been slightly shorter than usual, the game had still been enjoyably challenging, whilst drinks and conversation brought the evening to a satisfactory end.
“So long Mom, I’m off to drop The Bomb…”
Reason not withstanding, the universe continued unabated. America’s ongoing problems with wildfires, flooding and lunatics with guns - some of them police - shooting each other were reduced in significance when a sudden freeze and powerful winds combined into a “polar vortex” that took temperatures in America and Canada to their coldest for 20 years. Cities were reduced to a standstill by snow, supplies ran low and even Niagera Falls froze over. Naturally, there were deaths, but mercifully few of them. As ever, the otherwise un-noticed men and women of the emergency services stood to and did what had to be done, saving lives and demonstrating Humanity at its best. In Uganda, President Museveni passed a new bill toughening the legal penalties against homosexuality, whilst political instability, mass killings and corruption remained rife throughout the rest of Africa, but no-one took much notice, probably because there was no oil involved. The Middle East continued to teeter on the edge, problems with elections in Thailand resulted in a series of protests and although very little appeared in the news, anti-government protests in Venezuela began to escalate.
Meanwhile, in the Ukraine, after numerous deaths as protesters battled police, Viktor Yanukovych was removed as President and an interim government took over. Yamukovych fled to Russia, claiming that he was still the lawfully appointed leader, whilst pro-Russian forces occupied the parliament building in Crimea. There was also concern about how Russian President and raging homophobe Vladimir Putin would react. Like many others I wondered if he would be foolish enough to invade - which would turn world opinion against him - or canny enough to aid the pro-Russian factions whilst cutting support to the rest of the nation. Given the state of the Ukrainian economy and their dependence on gas and oil from Russia, such action would force the interim government to back down - unless the European Union supplied alternative aid. Given the state of most of the European Union, I wondered if the promises of David Cameron and his fellow self-serving traitorous politicians would be as empty for the Ukrainians as they had always proved to be for their own electorate. As it turned out, Russian troops took over Crimea, the Russian parliament having approved the use of the military to protect Russian interests in Ukraine, bringing an internationally tense ending to the month.
“That’s The Naughty Seat…”
The ZZ9 Third Wednesday meeting for February at The Sheaf, formerly known as The Wheatsheaf, had a very good turnout. Deb had made it home to Australia - and back to Britain - Alex had brought merchandise, James turned up and we even had an unexpected Civi. Sadly, Sue was absent, due to an accident the night before, so sympathetic messages were sent at various points in time and space. Jim and Meike were elsewhere whilst Helen and Ian were unavailable for reasons unknown. Even the latest World’s Greatest Miley Cyrus Joke, about her taste for Twerkish Delight was conspicuous by its absence. Helena was a little subdued, owing to a traumatic maths test at work, but her irrepressible nature soon came back to the fore. Meanwhile, Deb produced a rather interesting little mathematical puzzle that took most of us quite a bit of solving. Then she pulled out her big surprise: Robert Newman had told her that ZZ9 was now 331/3 years old and so she had brought a cake along. Naturally, this was very well received and the celebration went on into the night. A chair shortage led Helena to offer the services of her lap - which Civi described as The Naughty Seat, prompting Helena to demonstrate what was possibly the World’s Filthiest Laugh. There was also some manly bonding in the men’s toilet between Jonny 5, Civi and myself, but Vladimir Putin was conspicuously absent and no streams were crossed. The great Loncon3 Hugo controversy involving Jonathan Ross - a man capable of being knowledgeable and entertaining, but more incredibly talented at pissing people off than myself and Simo combined - was over a week in the future. The drinks and conversation flowed ever onwards and much was forgotten in due course - unless someone wrote it up in a fanzine. Oh how we laughed as we maintained the old tradition - as per ancient charter - of talking toot in the pub.
“Curse Yew, Predictive Spell-Chequer…”
In a world of hurts, filled with lands of confusion, the havens were all too few and far between. The end of January and the start of February saw the beginning of the Chinese New Year and people happily began celebrating the Year of The Horse. How the BBC managed to describe it as The Year of The Whores on their title cards remained uncertain. Slivio Berlusconi would have appreciated the humour of the situation. On the legal front, Tony Blair managed to get name checked for “advising” Rebekah Brooks over the phone-hacking scandal, as the trial of the former News of The World editor proceeded apace. Further legal controversy ensued when the men who killed soldier Lee Rigby were jailed for a minimum of 45 years and told they were likely to die in prison. Personally, I was unsure whose reaction I found more disturbing: those who denounced the sentence as barbaric - running a man over with a car and hacking his head off being such a civilised act - or the ones who felt it was far too lenient and sounded worryingly like Citizens of The Federation in Robert Heinlein’s Starship Troopers.
Meanwhile, the epic legal saga of the late Jimmy Savile’s crimes looked all set to rival Game of Thrones as a lengthy story of evil scumbags getting away with doing as they pleased. William Roach was cleared of the charges he had faced, amid claims that he had been the target of a “witch hunt”. Dave Lee Travis was also cleared of a dozen charges against him - but was warned he faced a retrial on others. However, on the sporting front, the Winter Olympics managed to go off without too many problems, in spite of protests about Vladimir Putin’s homophobic policies, an attack by Cossack militiamen on Pussy Riot when they tried to perform in the host city and the ever-present threat of terrorism. Meanwhile, the National Aeronautics and Space Administration announced that data and observations from the Kepler space telescope had revealed a further 715 planets in the Milky Way galaxy. With the running total of planets outside our solar system now at 1,700 it was another great day for space science.
“I will have my Willies!”
The day of Picocon 31 dawned bright and warm, marking a pleasant change to the weather thus far for February. Sadly, it also clashed with the ZZ9 South Kensington Science Museum Slouch, but such things happen. I arrived at the gates of Beit Quad, home of the Imperial College Student Union, paid my entrance fee and filled in the form. For various reasons, I listed my Survival Weapon of Choice in the Event of a Zombie Apocalypse as a Saxophone - along with the requisite ability to play Yakety Sax whilst fleeing the Zombies in question. Then, having confirmed that my name was not Dave - to the obvious disappointment of the doe-eyed lady who had enquired - I headed for the bar.
Sadly, it was shut. However, I met up with a couple of friends and we headed across the road to where the talks were taking place. Charles Stross was reported to have been very interesting on a range of subjects - so it was a shame that we only arrived in time to hear his comments on the Dark Side of Steampunk. I did a little book-browsing, handed out my fanzine and some ZZ9 flyers and engaged in meeting-and-greeting, some of it unexpected, but equally welcome. Then I went to hear what Sarah Pinborough had to say about becoming a published, bought and sold author. Somehow, I gained the impression that making a living as an author involved being willing to blur genre boundaries, embrace flexibility, balance splurge-writing with planning and optimise the use of niches and social media. Also being remarkably lucky seemed to go without saying.
I returned to the quad in time to watch and photograph the destruction of some very questionable merchandise using liquid nitrogen and a very large hammer. Someone then donated some vegetables for no readily apparent reason. Much to everyone’s surprise, the Tomato got two Critical Successes on its Dodge roll in succession, before succumbing at the third strike. The Red Pepper was not so fortunate, falling at the first. Then it was time for beer, food and toot-talking in the Union Bar. Very enjoyable it was too. So much so, we failed to attend Professor David Southwood’s talk on Science Fiction and Fact. However, we did make it to the Guest of Honour Panel, via a rather entertaining Live Role Playing skirmish that left David and myself feeling suitably invigorated. The panel took in various aspects of Science Fiction, including satire, social reflection, genre boundaries, philosophy and socio-economics. However, it proved to be rather light on definitive answers, which was perhaps just as well.
Then it was time for the Turkey Readings. Of the books available, Satan Skin got a lot of bids to keep it shut, but none at all to have it read. The classic of the Turkey Genre, Astra and Flondrix earned quite a bit for reading and stopping, before finally being closed, but The Very Virile Viking was for some reason the one that went on longest and earned the most money. One bidder was particularly keen to have the word “Nay” replaced with “Willy” - and paid a sizable price for it. The rest of us just had to suffer. Ironically, this made the video item, Bollywood SF action film Robot rather entertaining by comparison.
Owing to various delays and the need to get back on schedule, the Silly Games item was shortened to one round of Just A Minute. It still was not as short as the Harmless Fun event that in no way involved a Duel with Fish as Weapons. This proved to be so short that by the time I had got a drink and made my way through the crowds to the quad, it was all over - in fact most of the people I been trying to get past had been returning from not watching any Piscine Combat. Personally, I felt this was a sad reflection of the times and wondered how you could possibly have a duel without the participants spending at least ten minutes ritually insulting each other. Concluding that it was a terrible indictment of modern university students, I returned to the bar for further beer, food and toot-talking. Very enjoyable it was too. The drinks and conversation flowed ever onwards and matters such as The Turkey Reading were forgotten - unless someone wrote it up in a fanzine afterwards.
The final event of the convention was the Pub Quiz or Are You Smarter Than The Picocon Committee? As per usual, the vast majority of us were not. However, there was some amusement value to be had from the winning team being named Virile Viking II: Revenge of The Woman-Cleft. Which we agreed was best not explained. People went their various ways and I found myself enjoying fine company and pleasing ramen at Wagamama, before heading home. The apocalyptic Twitterstorm over Jonathan Ross being asked to present the Hugo Awards at Loncon3 - a controversial choice, given his past record for offending people - had yet to break and all told, it had been another enjoyable Picocon.
January’s noteworthy deaths segued into February, when veteran actor, writer and director Maximilian Schell faced his final curtain and highly regarded Oscar-winning actor Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead from a suspected heroin overdose. Director Christopher Barry whose credits included many Dr Who stories about the Daleks, passed onward, as did legendary child actress Shirley Temple Black, noted comedy actor and writer Sid Caesar and actor Ralph Waite, who was best known for playing John Walton senior in The Waltons. Reggae singer William “Bunny Rugs” Clarke sang his final encore, Preston and England winger Sir Thomas Finney heeded the final whistle, whilst actor Ken Jones - Ives in Porridge - bowed out. Bob Casale, guitarist and founder member of Devo played his last. Noted singer and actor Francesco di Giacomo sang his swan song. Maria Von Trapp, the last surviving member of the Trapp Family Singers, whose escape from the Nazis in Austria inspired The Sound of Music bid the world a final so long, farewell, auf weidersehen, goodbye. Former astronaut Dale Gardner headed for the final frontier. Lastly but by no means leastly, Harold Ramis, the comedy actor, writer and director, best known as Dr Egon Spengler in Ghostbusters shuffled off his mortal coil and departed for the spirit realm. Rest in Peace…
- Sat, 13:27: Saw the MLPFIM episode, liked it quite a bit. :)
- Sat, 13:28: Having had to rescue AB from the Everfree forest, under the Ponyville lake, and so forth, I totally sympathized w/ AJ there. :D
- Sat, 14:44: Nope.
- Sat, 14:44: NOPE.
- Sat, 14:44: Noep.
- Sat, 14:44: nope nope nope
- Sat, 14:44: N O P E
- Sat, 14:45: Nope. //RT @SeiferA: News Flash! @the_gneech has turned into Nopey from Gumby! More at 11!
- Sat, 14:54: Obi-Wan, worst surrogate parent ever. Tho not from lack of trying. http://t.co/p5O4in3xc5
- Sat, 16:41: @NEligahn @charcoalpanda Whoa, what happened?
That was the day that the LTD Gallery opened its latest show, featuring artwork inspired by A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE.
I had been hoping to be there in person for the opening, but alas, there's too much work to do and too little time, so I had to stay home and miss it. But don't you guys in Seattle and nearby environs (Vancouver, Portland, Eugene, what have you) make the same mistake. The show will be open until March 23, and it looks as though there's some great stuff there. Check out the piece in WIRED>
It's great to see a gallery like LTD featuring fantasy art. Those of you lucky enough to see the show, do come back here afterwards and let us know how you enjoyed it, and what your favorite pieces were.
- Current Location:Santa Fe
- Current Mood: excited
And why does that make me so pleased? Well, because it was the last little bit I had to write for our long-awaited and much-postponed concordance, THE WORLD OF ICE & FIRE. Which we've been working on (along with many other things) lo, these many years. ((And yes, yes, it's late, what else is new? Please do not blame my faithful collaborators, Elio Garcia and Linda Antonsson. They finished their part ages ago, and tossed the ball to me. What can I say? I remain as slow as ever. And I added a lot.))
Anyway, it's done at last. At least the writing part. Now it is all in the hands of the artists, and our valiant editor Anne Groell. (This will be a coffee table book, heavily and lavishly illustrated, so there's LOTS of art)).
Assuming we don't run into any problems with the art, THE WORLD OF ICE AND FIRE will be released this fall. October, I think, but don't quote me on that.
And HEY, this means another monkey is off my back. Only a couple left gibbering up there now. That little joker monkey, HIGH STAKES. And... gulp...
SON OF KONG.
- Current Location:Santa Fe
- Current Mood: accomplished
Our bar opening at the Jean Cocteau was a huge success. In no small part thanks to Ernie Cline (author of the wonderful READY PLAYER ONE), who turned up with his time machine... ah.. customized DeLorean. And our own Doc Brown... ah... Jules.
Take a look. (Photos by Tara Gibbens)
Miss it? Don't worry. Doc Brown will be bringing his DeLorean back in a few weeks... for BACK TO THE FUTURE 2.
(Oh, and our Flux Capacitor Cocktail was a big hit too).
- Current Location:Santa Fe
- Current Mood: geeky
- Fri, 12:17: RT @innsmouthpress: Women Lovecraft antho is 95 percent funded. We can do this! http://t.co/TpS80fjG73
- Fri, 12:18: RT @laurierobey: I just supported ROAR FOR THE CANNED LIONS!! on @ThunderclapIt // @lorraineHamm http://t.co/XlF6F36Elr
- Fri, 12:24: I do wish @pandora_radio had a J-Pop genre station!
- Fri, 12:59: I periodically get the urge to drag out Furry Battle Academy and try to make something of it. http://t.co/3qMV7lTZYi
- Fri, 12:59: If I ever do, I'll probably toss the homebrew rules and use Savage Worlds.
- Fri, 13:34: "Just once, I wouldn't mind running with these other fools, AWAY from the danger." "Pff. Where's the fun in that?" #GhostbustersFriday
- Fri, 14:13: c/o @dduane's Tumblr, Ten Rules For Writing Fantasy http://t.co/WliQpSPqRz --Good stuff!
- Fri, 14:19: Ping @HantaMouse -- Squant? http://t.co/dSnVoM7g3z or http://t.co/YVP6gUekmm
- Fri, 14:23: RT @TairuPANdA: Me when someone gets back to you on a project and says “yes, this is exactly how I imagined it.” http://t.co/XbvoVapaOq
- Fri, 14:35: RT @TheMarySue: Ghostbusting With Your Kids Just Got Cooler Thanks To This Ecto-1 Mod http://t.co/MjPO1wRxeh
Last week, I posted up some musings on inspiration.
This week, on the inspiration front I thought I’d share another picture taken (I think) on a family holiday a couple of years ago in France at Mont St Michel. (As an aside, Mont St Michel is a truly remarkable place well worth a visit if you are ever in northern France).
This is perhaps a classic view of a scene in a dungeon (minus the electric cable) with which an explorer may be faced. Looking at this picture, I can imagine a PC thinking any or all of the following:
- Why has the door got so many studs? Is it trapped?
- Is someone or something lurking behind the door?
- Where do the stairs lead?
- Is that a font at the top of the stairs?
- What does the pulley at the top of the stairs do?
- Why is this area lit?
Suddenly, the area has the potential to be far more interesting than a simple corridor and flight of stairs. And I got all that from a single picture! What do you get?
RedLiox Issues Commish by the-gneech on deviantART
Another commission for RedLiox on the strange duality that is the fox/lion hybrid!
I have no idea why, but this commission took me all week to do. O.o Unfortunately, that means the rest I had in mind to finish this week will have to get bumped a little longer so I can do SJ pages. But I will clean out that commission queue!
- Current Location:The Hobbit Hole
- Current Mood: accomplished
- Thu, 12:47: RT @webcomic_alli: Are you a #webcomic GHOST? Some new thoughts from @DrezzRodriguez on how to become more visible. http://t.co/VqYkacmuff
- Thu, 12:47: RT @Marvel: Watch @AgentM speak with @TheRealStanLee about 75 years of Marvel & some of his fondest memories: http://t.co/IYGy1mKSeP
- Thu, 13:21: RT @mlp_Fiddly: *she plays the fiddle version of "Eat It."*
- Thu, 14:08: RT @sparrowpost: "Murder, She Wrote" reveals the power of Angela Lansbury and of aging http://t.co/Yk1sd0uj1Q @theStake_org
- Thu, 14:24: Ping @HantaMouse http://t.co/o8Qp4s42TQ
- Thu, 14:47: RT @Yamino: Me gettin old while they keep delaying the release of the new Sailor Moon anime http://t.co/1C3CmTp9RD
- Thu, 15:23: Some good stuff here! http://t.co/WpDQ6HD6YE
- Thu, 15:28: Who has two thumbs and is totally unworthy of all the love and support he's received over the years and very grateful? THIS guy!
- Thu, 15:44: I would like to be interested in Dragon Age, but I'm scared to try. I haven't liked any Elder Scrolls game yet.
- Thu, 15:45: Granted I've only tried two, but still.
- Current Location:Харьков
- Current Mood: creative
From the muscle: Cool, that's all I need. Let's rock!
From the summoner: I have a Use Magic Device of +17 and a wand of cure spells. We're good.
From the alchemist: Pouring all of our party loot into healing items is a waste of money. How about we hire/wheedle/enslave an impressionable young cleric NPC to come along?
This amuses me. :) However, attempting to be a dutiful GM, I have therefore prepared for all three eventualities.
Eberron being what it is, there's an entire Dragonmarked House dedicated purely to healing in the cause of the almighty dollar, so I wrote up a healer of House Jurasco in case the party decided to hire one. However, my mentioning of this option didn't seem to appeal, so I started rooting around my miniatures looking for ideas for a cleric NPC.
Hoo boy, did I get one. Impressionable? No. Young? Not particularly. Potentially interesting and entertaining? Yes.
So tomorrow's session will begin with any of the PCs who are interested in looking for a healer (except the muscle, who's already established that his character will be absent at first) at the Deathsgate Adventurer's Guild, where they will get their choice between these two NPCs (or of course, doing without either). Should make for a fun scene. :)
- Current Location:The Hobbit Hole
- Current Mood: amused
At the end of last session, we left our heroes preparing to continue their exploration of the darkened tower. Having explored the bulk of the first level, they pushed on through a door that led to a room containing nothing but a staircase leading down to the next floor. The staircase opened into a chamber from which two corridors ran away from each other at right-angles. Four doors, and one in the room as well, hinted at areas beyond.
The first door opened protected a small ossuary. Bones wrapped in silver chain filled some of the niches in the walls. Fearing lurking undead or a fearsome trap, the party left the bones undisturbed and moved on. Another door opened into a small chamber featuring a spiral staircase leading further down into the depths. The party decided to explore the rest of the level first, before proceeding downwards and moved onto the other doors.
The next room explored accounted for almost half the level and featured what appeared to be a foundry. Brave Krorz explored the room, but was sadly surprised by two undead horrors. They both struck the scout, draining him of much of his vital life force. Revealed as wights, the two creatures were quickly slain and the group moved on without further injury. The next chamber investigated was again inhabited - zombie and vargouille lurking within. Both were quickly slain. The final room on the level was unoccupied and after poking about it for a while, the party used the spiral staircase to descend to the next floor.
At the bottom of the stairs a single corridor led away to a small circular chamber. Within lurked a skeletal woman (they correctly identified as the undead remnant of Tessarael) clad in black robes. At sight of the party, she attacked. As the party surged forward to overwhelm her, she filled the corridor with a forest of grasping black tentacles that grappled several of the group including Gerald, Klar, Tzaran and Montagu. As the tentacles continued to crush those trapped, they tried to struggle free. Klar was the first to do, winning his way into the chamber to battle the woman. Ulmo summoned magical elementals to aid the redoubtable gnoll and shortly thereafter Tzaran’s snake companion made it into the chamber. Sorely beset – and now injured – the skeleton resorted to a fireball which injured several of its attackers. However, it did not stop them and so she used a powerful spell to disappear from the chamber.
The party barely had time to catch their breath before Gorinar discover Tessarael had not gone far – she was at the top of the spiral staircase and now blocked the party’s retreat. A frenzy of healing ensued as the party tried to recover enough to force their way from the tomb. First Gorinar and then Montagu with assistance from Tzaran held the stair while Ulmo summoned yet more elementals to slow her down. As the battle progressed on the stairs Ulmo and Gerald looked around the tomb. They discovered both another control rod (necessary to leave this strange demi-plane) and an ornate drinking horn hidden in a niche in the floor. Gerald quickly surmised this was the Grail of Ashenyar, but could not unravel its functions. Ironically, the party now had the means of escape, but could not get out of the tomb to use them!)
The elementals Ulmo summoned did indeed stymie Tessarael’s attacks, but eventually they were destroyed or defeated. Now Montagu held the stair, fighting Tessarael one on one. Tragically, the challenge proved too much for the heroic halfling and the undead elf struck him down with a fell necrotic spell of fearsome power. The death of their companion sent a ripple of panic through the remaining heroes. Tzaran – now the only barrier on the stair – fell back to his companions who prepared themselves for what might be their final battle…