Happenings, Doings, Shameless Promotions

It's been a long few weeks.  Dragon Con looms on the horizon.  Books are being written.  Things are being made.  Laws are being passed.  People are doing pretty awesome stuff.

Aw yeah!

Gambit

So here's my line up for Dragon Con 2013 (and you better be following the workout.  It's working out, or so say some people.  I remain skeptical):

Who doesn't love Toki?

Gotta steal a monkey.

As far as books go, Book 2 of Trader might be a thing.  I can't stop thinking about how crazy Cel is, and how she should have her own story.  M^6 might merge with Ariana, but it'd be a stretch.  I just can't not write.  There's so much going on in my head.

The printer works!  Also, finally figured out the whole molding/casting process.  Working on Mass Effect weapons at the moment, and working out the kinks to the whole endeavor.  More pics to follow on that, it takes time, but if you wanna see something specific, let me know.  I still want to do some characters (like Cassie Hack), so this deployment, while not very busy, will be at least productive.  Expect to see merch at Demarr's booth.  Some of you are getting them for free.

DOMA is dead.  This is possibly the greatest civil rights event in our generation (the Y generation) that we'll live to see.  Some of the dumbest fucking things I've heard in favor of DOMA is that A: Traditional Marriage is between a man and a woman.  B: God does not approve of gay marriage.  C:  So gays are okay now?  They're going to sleep with children, where's it going to end?

A: 'Traditional' marriage, the form that we are most familiar with these days, came from the middle ages when marriage was a form of contract.  That's right, back when women were mostly property and men needed to secure land holdings.  Don't forget to beat your wife.  Dumbass.

B: First of all, marriage in the United States is a civil matter.  Which is why you can do it in a court room.  I fail to understand what the fuck God has to do with any part of it, especially when there's that whole 1st Amendment thing.  Freedom of and FROM religion.  Oh and going back to the middle ages, monks used to join in civil unions (with other monks) blessed by the Pope.  The guy with the direct line to God.  So... tell me about traditions again?

C: Being gay isn't some weird disease that forces you to have sex with other gays (or other people, or children) any time, any place.  Like us straight folk, they have standards (theirs are usually much higher though, that's why they work out all the time).  But, like us straight folk, yeah, some of them are pretty fucked up.  PEOPLE are the common denominator when it comes to doing horrible things to other people.  Don't blame it on a group.

Which provides a segue into the whole Pork Bullets thing.

There is no Shermer
Illinois

Taffeta posted a week ago about these morons selling bullets laced with pig blood to send muslims to hell.  Some of the responses she got were mind numbingly stupid.  So here's a message to everyone who thinks they have a valid opinion on the matter:  Extremists come from all walks of life.  Hardcore Christians are just as bad as Hardcore Muslims when they get all worked up.  Also, if you aren't a solider, don't make assumptions about what soldiers want, do, or think.  Finally, traveling the world (in a recreational, business, and peacekeeping/warfighting aspect) for the last 10 years has given me some pretty decent insight when it comes to people.  Basically, people, at their very core, are vicious, cruel, and above all fearful.  The only thing that brings us up to the level where we can interact with each other, is knowledge.  The more w
e learn, the less there is to fear, less to misunderstand.  In the age of information, ignorance is a choice.  Hmm...this is getting preachy.  Anyway, check her out, she's a pretty cool chick.

Okay, last thing, I promise.  (Trying to make up for lost time).

Ensani Volz is doing something awesome.  If you love Harley Quinn and Joker (and who doesn't) check this out.  Mad Love is going to be effin amazing.

No more preachy-ness, I promise.  Just felt like ranting.

Return to Normalcy

After much, much toil, Trader is finally finished.

I’ve even sent off submissions to 7 different literary agencies.  To be perfectly honest, I only want SGJA.

Now I can take a break and ya know, work.  No serious writing for a bit.  Definitely more updates to the blog though. 

Not too soon… I spilled water on my comp and I need wait for it to dry out.

In the meantime, the new work out schedule is up.  WEEK 3!!! 

Dragon Con Prep and Lady Creepers

90 Days till Dragon Con

Bulema's not an option, tubs.

Brandon Adams, one of my pilots, gave me a 12-week program just in time to start for Dragon Con preparation.  He’s been using it and this man is just beastly.  I’ve seen him, with my own fascinated eyes, leg press 1400 pounds.  Multiple times.  So, every Monday, I’ll post up the week’s work out here.  Don’t be afraid of the super-sets.  They can be done, but ensure you have a designated driver because I want to die right now.

Go get ‘em studs and lady-studs (studettes?).

Okay, onto more pressing matters. 

Mowing the lawn post-workout, without my shirt, another ‘fairly odd’ thing occurred.  Now, you’d think I’ve learned my lesson about people being weird about me when I’m shirtless.  Nope.  I was objectified in a manner that I’m not entirely comfortable with.

A house adjacent has a fairly young couple who routinely invite people over.  Several times now, there has been a gathering of ladies outside when I mow my backyard – which takes the better part of an hour.  The scene I’m painting right now is me, rocking out to some sweet Ace of Base on my ipod, sweaty, grunting, and because Texas is the Australia of America, covered in no small amount of spiders, mosquitoes, and ants.  Doesn’t sound very attractive.

Remember them?

When I finished mowing, one of the women detached herself from the group, approached me with a lemonade (not roofied, but total cliché), then proceeded to inform me that watching me was a group treat because I was “tasty.” 

Getting ogled by complete strangers ain’t cool.  Every ounce of machismo in me was like ‘fuck yeah,’ while the rest of me was like ‘bitch back up, I’m mowing the lawn.’  The only strangers I want leering at me are Con strangers, cause I can leer right the hell back.  Even then it’s at least mutual and respectful. 

I dunno…  Kinda put me off.  Ladies, thoughts?

Meh,I'd let him punch me in the junk.

Back to Con prep – people appreciate the male form!  There was one Johnny Cage cosplayer that had it perfect to a point that I wanted to walk up to him and ask in a completely hetero way ‘can I just look at you for a minute?’  You’ve got time! 

And now, I slumber, because if you couldn’t tell, I’m effin exhausted. 

Trader has 2 or 3 chapters left.  If you want an early manuscript, lemme know, I’d be more than happy for reviews.  Still looking for cover art.

This is what you'll end up looking like after DCon parties though...