almost there . . . stay on target . . .

Posted on By Wil

I’m racing toward the deadline on my script, listening to Radio Free Burrito’s Mixtape, Volume One. I forgot how much fun I had putting that together, so I think I’ll do another one when I get some free time.

I’ve been looking desperately for the final line of the script for five days now, and I found it about an hour ago, while I was writing an entirely different scene.

I was working on an entirely different scene with entirely different characters, and my brain went, "DUDE! GO TO THE END RIGHT NOW AND TYPE THIS OUT BECAUSE I’VE GOT THE ENDING!"

My brain usually knows what it’s talking about, so I hopped on down to the last page of my script, and wrote down what it told me.

I know this seems like a lot of wanking, but I’ve worked so hard to find this ending, to give it just the right emotional note (it’s quite delicate to strike, which you’ll understand when this project is finally revealed,) I wanted to celebrate the moment with Random McEric‘s Dynamite Monkey:

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So as of about ten minutes ago, I’m one step closer to my Oban, with just a couple of steps remaining.

all over this wasteland

Posted on By Wil

Today, I’m doing one of those “so cool I can’t talk about it” projects, but before I go offline for several hours, I wanted to share this awesome link I came across while looking for stories to Propel:

Photos from the “Aborted Suburb” in Florida:

Founded in the 1960s, Rotonda Sands is about a mile in diameter and packed with golf courses and modest vacation homes -or at least, about 3/4 of its pie-shaped volume is. The rest is an undeveloped wasteland of half-completed houses and empty streets, documented in this creepy photo essay.

I love pictures like this from our modern day ghost towns. If you have some of your own, link them in comments and maybe I’ll do an update/roundup later today, when I get back from the “so cool I can’t talk about it” project.

magic hour

Posted on By Wil


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The sky was on fire when I ran inside to get the camera. By the time I got back out to take some pictures, it had cooled to this beautiful pink. I love the way the palm tree is silhouetted against the sky.

What you can’t see, but I can hopefully describe now, is how the entire sky cast a soft pink glow down on the entire world from the mountains, to our house, to the street in front of it.

Hrm. It’s not the same, but if you were lucky, maybe you got to see something like it with your own eyes tonight.

(Click the image to go to Flickr where you can embiggen and see a couple other shots I took.)

genesis of the daleks

Posted on By Wil

I should have finished my script yesterday, but the goddamn sinusitis completely knocked me out. Luckily, used a winning combination of Sudafed, Mucinex, Advil, and sitting on the couch next to a humidifier to prevent this thing from developing into something really nasty, like a Moose Bite.

The best thing about being a geek who makes a living writing about geek stuff is that I get to do the things I love and not feel like I’m goofing off. So even though I was sitting on the couch watching Genesis of the Daleks for the entire afternoon, I felt like I was being productive.

I am aware that it’s a gaping hole in my geek cred, and I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve never watched much Dr. Who. I mean, I’d seen a little bit here and there, but certainly not enough to tell you which Doctor I liked the most, or why the Timelords are cool — in fact, I still can’t — but when I got about halfway through this DVD, I said, out loud, “Where have you been all my life?”

While I don’t think I would have liked Dr. Who as much as I liked The Prisoner when I was a teen (the time I was most likely to have discovered it, because my friend Guy had a knack for introducing me to awesome British television) I’m thrilled that I chose to seriously begin my travels with the Doctor at this time and in this way. Once I get these writing deadlines behind me, I think I’ll go back to Robot, which is the first appearance of Tom Baker as the Doctor, and make my way forward a bit.

Questions for Dr. Who fans:

  • What do you call yourselves? Whosiers? Timsies? Time-ers?
  • I’m sure a series that ran for decades has uneven stories, but did I serendipitously fall into Dr. Who’s Best of Both Worlds? Because I loved just about every single frame of Genesis of the Daleks.
  • Does Dr. Who — which appears to me on one viewing to be awesome in the 70s — suffer the same fate in the 80s as so many things that were awesome in the 70s? (Boston, Grateful Dead, Aerosmith, Rolling Stones, Jefferson Starship — oh, I’m sorry, I mean Starship — I’m looking in your direction.)
  • Do Dr. Who fans have blood feuds about their favorite Doctors the way Trekkies do about their favorite captains? I imagine they must, because if there’s one thing all geeks have in common it’s our ability to take something we love and turn it into something to argue about with other people who love it, right?

I’m about 85% of normal today, and not cranky at all, which is quite nice. I’m looking forward to finishing my script, because there’s a bottle of 14 year Oban in it for me when I do.

best playground equipment, ever

Posted on By Wil

When I used to take Nolan and Ryan to the playground, I always felt like they got seriously ripped off. Playground equipment in the 70s and 80s was totally awesome, and playground equipment in the 90s was so goddamn neutered (in the name of protecting The Children, a wholly-owned subsidiary of Busy Bodies, Inc., of course), I’m not surprised kids wanted to sit inside with Playstation, rather than letting their imaginations go crazy on swingsets (x-wings, jets) or jungle gyms (pirate ships, secret bases on the moon, secret bases on Mars, battle cruisers.)

Over at Plaid Stallions, probably the best 70s nostalgia site on the Internet, I came across some playground equipment that looked very familiar to me. I never saw one of these when I was growing up, but I created it in my imagination quite frequently on the old rocket ship and geodesic domes at Sunland Park.