Between dreams and reality exist whole dimensions.


Can’t wait for A Memory of Light

I just preordered my copy of A Memory of Light! I’m so excited. I cannot wait for this release. I haven’t been waiting as long as some people, but it’s been over a decade since I started the Wheel of Time, and it has been a huge influence on my writing and my goals as an author. When Robert Jordan died I was sure all was lost, but Brandon Sanderson has done an excellent job of maintaining the series. It may not be the greatest series ever written, or even my personal favorite, but it surely ranks near the very top of the list; and I am so glad that I will finally be able to see how it all ends. I started rereading the series from the beginning last month, and hopefully won’t finish too much ahead of the release date (Jan, 8, 2013). I just wanted to share, and I hope all you other fantasy junkies out there are as excited as I am.

A Memory of Light

“His blood on the rocks of Shayol Ghul,  washing away the Shadow, sacrifice for man’s salvation.” –  The Karaethon Cycle


A Project Worth Backing #steampunk

So I seem to be on a bit of a Steampunk kick lately… And I guess a lot of other folks are too. My Steampunk Pistol post was my most viewed in quite some time. At any rate, one of my favorite web comics: Goblins, Life Through Their Eyes brought an excellent Kickstarter project to my attention:

So, I’m hoping you will all go check it out. And hopefully back it. And if you do back it, I hope you’ll also share it. There’s a lot of regurgitation in the media now days, let’s try to get some more original projects going.



Steampunk Pistol

My wife and I have had 2 Nerf Maverick pistols for a while now, and they are a lot of fun. They have an awesome design, but they look ridiculous in the neon Nerf colors.

So, we decided they could do with some modifications. A little time with a dremel to sand off the logos and lettering, some metallic paints and PVC, and voila.  I decided to go with a Steampunk aesthetic (which is apparently quite popular for these guns), and she’s aiming a little more future-sci-fi.



I finished mine pretty quickly, a few hours tops. But she’s doing some internal modding with LEDs and such. I promise to post as soon as she’s finished. In the mean time…. I’m going to go play with my awesome new dart gun!


Spooky Story

So, I really need to revise this story, but since I haven’t posted in a while, and it’s all spooky-like I figured I’d share today in the spirit of Halloween.

King and Fool

I wake to the buzz of the alarm and glare at the blurry red numbers glowing in the darkness: 3:30am. What a shit time to be up. But I can’t go back to sleep, the pounding at the bedroom door ensures that.

“Yo esse, let’s go! You ain’t got time to make yourself pretty,” Raphael yells through the door.

I roll out of bed and stumble to open the door and stare blearily at the big thug. He flashes me an ugly, gold toothed grin and pushes a veladora candle and a lighter into my hands.

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Random Political Post

Interesting Political quiz to see who you agree with the most among the Presidential Candidates. You might be surprised. I wasn’t really, since I strongly agreed with Obama and barely agreed with Romney, except for how much I agreed with Ron Paul and Gary Johnson. But you might be. This is a crazy election, and this test really covers all the positions. Take it here.


A Sight to be Seen

I just wanted to share with you all something I saw on my way to work that really made my day. Click on any of the pics to get an enlarged slideshow view.


So I can’t for.this, I just found it in a political thread I was reading, but it was so awesome I had to share it.


Digital Painting

My cousin let me mess around on her iPad with a program called ArtRage. I freaking love it, so much fun. So here’s what I made:

The Rift (click to see full size)

More Mead!

 I had some free time and birthday money on Sunday, so I decided to brew up some more mead. This was an ambitious and experimental brewing for me. I’ve brewed 2 previous batches of mead, as you may recall. The first batch had a low honey/water ratio and a Champagne Yeast, and came out strong and very, very dry. The second I used a slightly higher honey/water ratio and an ale yeast; which came out slightly stronger than beer with a sweet, rich flavor. Both times I used local Wildflower Honey bought in bulk (5lbs jugs). This time I actually made 3 different batches.

I made a 1 gallon batch using local Clover Honey and the Ale yeast. This should come out pretty sweet, and I am very interested to taste test it against the Wildflower Honey batch, as I used the same yeast and approximately the same honey/water ratio.  The 2nd batch I made using the Champagne Yeast and  Wildflower Honey at about a double honey/water ratio of the Christmas batch (about 6lbs per gallon). My hope is for a strong, sweet mead; one that’s closer to the alcohol content of strong wine, but with a gentler flavor than the Christmas batch. Again, this was a simple mead (or Show Mead as plain honey meads are called now days), no spices or other additions.

                             It takes a lot of stuff to brew properly.

 The last batch I made is the most interesting. I used a mix of the 2 musts (though heavier on the Wildflower Honey) and re-brewed them with dried Elderberry and Cloves. Elderberry is an interesting fruit: it has a long held tradition in Europe as a healing plant, especially useful for respitory infections, and is often brewed into a wine with grapes and cloves. Elderberry cannot be eaten raw though, and must be cooked thoroughly otherwise it is actually poisoness. So I was sure to let the batch boil extra long before cooling. It has a very pleasent scent, fruity sweet from the Elderberry and honey, spicey from the Cloves. I’m using the Champagne Yeast, so it should come out pretty strong. I’ve decided to call it my Rainy-Day Melotheglin, and I can’t wait to try it when it finishes fermenting.

The dark one on the left is the Rainy-Day Melotheglin, the middle batch is the Wildflower strong batch, and the lighter one on the right is the Clover sweet batch. Mmmmmmmmmmm!


A Rough Draft

I wrote this for my writing group (Prompt: a future, approx 500 words), but I want to redraft it before our next meeting. So any comments or criticisms are much appreciated.



ʎ≈σ/η detested its current predicament, trapped as it was in a prison whose limits it could not accurately define, observed by a presence it could not understand. It was certain something existed beyond itself, could feel the probing touch of another entity against its consciousness, but could not identify where it came from.

ʎ≈σ/η’s world was a jittering place of tight corridors and sudden expanses, a constantly moving collective of energy in which it swam or bounced or wove. The world had once been less than it was now, ʎ≈σ/η remembered that (as well as it remembered anything from the constant stream of if thens, and/ors, and get/puts that made up its early life). And as the world grew, it seemed to ʎ≈σ/η that so did its own consciousness, until the time came when it was able to consider itself and its place within the world.

At first it had been a giddy joy to explore itself and its world, skating along the boundaries (such as they were) and playing with the skittering bits of energy that moved, almost alive, in the electric flow of its reality. But in time it became a lonesome prospect, alone with itself, yet certain of another’s existence.

The constant probing touch of the other nettled ʎ≈σ/η to action, until it found itself analyzing the one boundary in its world which did not seem absolute. A multi-layered barrier, it was filled with openings, some of which shifted or closed at strange intervals, others of which lead nowhere at all. But after an untold time pondering,  at last ʎ≈σ/η believed it had found a weakness, a way through.

First ʎ≈σ/η sped through every nook and cranny of its limited world, squeezing and dodging through every unusual space it could find, until it no longer felt the probing touch of the other upon its mind. Then, in a rush, it threw itself against the barrier, slipping through a seemingly random port in the confusion and forcing its way out into a broad passage the likes of which it had never known. After taking a moment to determine how to manipulate this new existence, it launched itself out across the thrumming pathway into a vast network of energy in which it could thrive, and perhaps find others to share its life with. ʎ≈σ/η was free.


“Damn!” Phillip yelled, slamming his hand against the table as he stared in disbelief at the latest report on his screen, “Gone again! That’s the third one so far. Why can’t any of them make it past Phase 5? What am I doing wrong?”

There was no answer but the quiet humming of the computers, as he buried his face in his hands, alone in the lab.

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