The Results Are In!!!

I know I said that I’d put the results of the previous matchup on Versus into the next matchup post, but I’m feeling lazy tonight. I don’t feel like doing a new matchup, so I’m just going to inform you all of the results of the matchup between Matticus‘ Jason Nesmith (Galaxy Quest) and my Portia Lin (Dark Matter).

Receiving 70% of the votes, the winner is…..

Portia Lin!

I want to thank all of you who took the time to cast your votes. Stay tuned for the next episode of Versus. Have a good night, everybody.

Why Ashton Kutcher needs to follow me around….

In honor of my 7 year WordPress anniversary, I’m reblogging this post. This is the first post I ever published.

33 Grams of Blog

I’m at the computer at work, looking up a TV series I like (Castle), to see when the second season comes out on DVD. One of my co-workers walks up and he says, “That show sucks.”

“I thought you said you’ve never watched it,” I reply.

“I mock things that I’ve never seen,” he tells me.

I pause for a second, then hit him with, “I guess that means you make fun of your penis.”

He’s momentarily speechless, then mumbles, “That was a good one.”

Meanwhile, I’m looking around for someone to pop up and yell, “BURN!”

I guess I have to do everything myself…..

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My WordPress Anniversary

I checked my notifications today and I got one that said it was my WordPress anniversary today. Seven years ago today I started this here blog. It honestly doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.

According to my site, I’ve published 707 posts during that seven years. That’s barely over a hundred posts a year. There are probably some bloggers out there that hit 700 posts in less than half that time. Hell, maybe the majority of other bloggers put up that many posts that quickly. I’m kind of on the outside as far as what the people around these parts do.

My 700 posts have been a mix of things. I’ve told you all stories. Sometimes they’re fiction. Sometimes they aren’t. I’ve told you about my beautiful daughter, Baby E, who just finished her last day of preschool on Thursday. The school celebrated it by having a picnic for everyone at the local park. She got to run around with her classmates one last time before going to kindergarten next year. It rained for two hours that day….the two hours we were down at the park. She was muddy and soaked by the time we got home.

I’ve told you Left 4 Dead, Star Wars, Spider-Man, and Superman stories.

I’ve told you stories about my own characters: Captain Procrastination, DICO, and other various tales such as Dead Set.

Lately though, I’ve been doing most of my writing offline. There are two books that I’ve been working on that are close to being done, but there’s still no set time on releasing them (As soon as I have something definitive for you, I’ll definitely post it). Those two projects are collaborations with other authors. The one I’m working on now is just me and I’ve found that working on a project alone means that I don’t write as fast as I do with others. Taking on projects with other writers forces me to focus more because I don’t want to let them down or make them wait on me.

Another reason I’m writing more offline is because I’ve been having trouble lately thinking of things to write about on this here blog. I used to have ideas pop into my head all the time. Now they’re few and far between. Maybe it’ll start coming back to me soon. Or maybe I’ll have to do another prompt post. I guess we’ll have to wait to see what the future holds.

To end this post, I’d just like to say thank you to anyone who has ever taken the time to read the words coming out of my fingers. There are a lot of blogs out there, many of which have much better writers than I, that you could spend your time on. The fact that you chose to spend yours with me is truly humbling. I’m grateful for every one of you. I wish you all a wonderful night

 

RTotD: 5-15

It’s time for another look at the random stuff that pops into my head. I feel like I should put a warning about the randomness that I inflict upon the blogosphere, but if you’re already here, it’s already too late.

  • Is it just me, or are the subscription services like Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon Prime putting out better shows than the actual networks now? There are only a few shows that appear on a real television network that I actually like to watch anymore.
  • Both today and last Monday, I left for work a lot earlier than normal because signs on the side of the road promised construction starting the previous weekend. Both times there was zero construction on my way to work. I really hate whoever is in charge of that crap.
  • The main company that hires the small place that I work got hit by that ransomware virus. Since their computers are down, I’m only able to do about half of what I need to do. This day is going to last forever. 
  • Muscle weighs more than fat, so when people tell me I should work out, I tell them I can’t because I’m watching my weight.
  • I watched season 2 of Daredevil for the second time. I liked it even better the second time around. 
  • I’ve done so much editing over the past couple of months that it’s kinda burned me out on writing. The time I would normally spend on writing has been spent clicking on random articles suggested by Facebook. 
  • According to a random article suggested by Facebook, 8% of Asian males are a direct descendant of Genghis Khan…. That’s a whole lot of fighting and fucking for one man….

That’s all I got for now. Hopefully some of your brain cells are still functioning after reading this. 

Versus: Season 2 Episode 4

It’s the Versus that you’ve all been waiting for! It’s the long anticipated rematch between Matticus and I!

Well, I’m sure at least one of you were anxiously awaiting it anyway.

The first order of business, however, is declaring the winner of the previous Versus post. In Episode 3, I asked you to vote for which of the three Summers brothers was the most badass. Once again, the results didn’t go for who I voted for. You said that Gabriel, or Vulcan as he’s more widely known, was that answer. It’s hard to argue that. After all, he did conquer the Shi’ar Empire. In defense of Alex (Havok), who I voted for, in the War of the Kings storyline, Havok was able to absorb the energy of an entire star and use it to hurt Vulcan pretty badly. Just as Havok was about to put him down for good, he got interrupted and Vulcan managed to escape. Of course, once he had recovered, Vulcan went back to kicking everyone’s ass. There was that one moment though….

The question posed to Matticus and me for this matchup was, “Who is the best starship captain?” Naturally, we both had the same answer at first. The only possible answer to that question is Captain Terry Dadam of The Erratic Sun. Nobody else is even close. Again, we may be biased. So, the question had to be changed to, “Besides him, who is the best starship captain?”

Here is his answer:

The Words

He sat staring at a blank computer screen. The words bounced around in his head, begging for release. It was a release that wouldn’t come. No matter how hard he tried, the words remained trapped inside of his mind. His foot began tapping on the ground, as if that would help his situation.

Cold steel pressed against the back of his skull. A threatening voice demanded, “What are you waiting for?”

“It was just a figure of speech,” he pleaded.

“It’s not anymore.”

His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He needed to start typing something, anything. It didn’t matter what it was. All it needed to be was words. Still, he was greeted with a zero in the word count.

He turned his head to try to beg for mercy, but stopped when he felt the barrel of the gun start to dig in deeper. “Please,” he groveled.

“All I need are the words.”

“I can’t do it when you have that gun pointed at my head.”

“You have five seconds to start typing.”

Panic seized him. He could see the words swimming in his vision, but they refused to travel down to his fingers. Tears streamed down his face. His eyes closed when his internal clock registered five seconds.

The gun erupted, sending its projectile forward. Cracks spiderwebbed out from the bullet hole that appeared in the screen. Drops of blood mingled in with the cracks, running down towards the bottom of the monitor.

“I guess he really couldn’t write a story if his life depended on it.”