You just have to love the fall, don’t you? I’m mostly talking to the zombie aficionados out there. I mean fall equals decay, like a zombie’s slowly rotting corpse. I’ve always like the fall and the spring, in that order. Winter is a bit boring, cold, sterile almost and not a lot going on, to the point where you start to long for a snow storm, even as an adult. Summer is merely okay for being out on the deck, on account of the gawddamned flies.
I have finally gotten around to posting the beginning chapter of 'Reset', I have a couple more in the can already and will serve them up soon. Writing time is still difficult to find. Give me...a year... maybe a year and a half and I'll explain whats been going on with my life then.
A space opera, with mankind facing a war with an implacable alien race. Artificial intelligences, backward, God fearing technophobes, treachery and complicated social weaves as different human culture bond together to fight for their existence.
Lately I've been busy, spring is in the air, after all. I own an acre of land, or an acre of lawn might be more accurate, sure there is a shed on it and a couple incredibly minuscule garden beds, as well as the usual trimmings around any structures that need regular maintenance every year. This always makes for a couple busy weeks in the spring and for less free time over all when it is finally warm enough for things to grow in Central Iowa. I love getting outside and this year my exuberance for yard works seems to know few bounds, perhaps it’s my new lease on this life of mine?
This weekend has been wonderful. I have made the journey to my personal mecca (Lake Geneva, WI), spent a great deal of money, had a lot of laughs and enjoyed the company of old friends and new. This morning I was up to play a game of Artemis, a space ship simulator, and picked up a coffee and a bite to eat, which I brought up to the floor the game was on. It’s the weird little things that happen that make life worth living, isn’t it? As I was sitting at a free table to chow down, a gentleman came over and asked if he could use the other end of the table to sign some stuff for a fan.
The suburbs of Denver were no place to stay during a zombie outbreak, even worse the nuclear fallout was making the place downright uninhabitable. Max and his companions needed to get out of town fast, before they joined the ranks of the living dead or the just good old fashioned dead. The four adults had four kids to look after too, so they loaded up the minivan and headed east.
Yeah, I know, it’s that boring time of year where you read about how I am off at game conventions geeking out. Gary Con is this weekend, a homage to a guy, like it or not, that had a huge impact on my life, probably more than any other man aside from my father and grandfather. The funny thing is his product and ideas were more like a ‘fire and forget’ missile than a mentoring, caring relationship, but sometimes the smallest things can have a great, unforeseen impact.
You know I love 'em! Game conventions, I mean. I'm talking board, role playing, miniatures and card game conventions, not gambling sort of games, which I would not have the fortitude for.
The first con of the year is typically Gamicon in central/eastern Iowa. Usually I just bring a shit load of...shit and sell it at the auction and then pick up a few choice pieces of other people's shit to haul back home. Typically there would be little gaming. This year was different; no hauled shit, no bought shit, just gaming.