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Self-Transformation, Part One: Experiments With A Safety Razor
Hello, and welcome to my new blog series where I document my steps away from inveterate slob and into… a better dressed slob. Eh, it’s a start.
Today, we’re starting with my first, clumsy, attempts with a safety razor.
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Read MoreLegends of Infernia
Just something I’m screwing around with in RPG Maker, a way to keep busy when for whatever reason I can’t work on my main writing. Check it out here:
New, Patrons Only Poll Up!
Check it out here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/trouble-is-joey-49941322
Two New Preview Chapters Up!
One a piece for No Blood For Business and Brockhold! Check them out on my Patreon!
I No Longer Have To Worry About Politics, But I Still Care
I realize that’s far and away too nuanced for you to understand, but there it is.
The Complete Preview Chapter For The First Chapter of No Blood For Business Is Up!
Check it out here!
Toothaches And Other Shenanigans
Hi guys! I know I promised a post last week, but I have in fact been in crippling agony for the past week or so due to a cavity that I should have taken care of years ago, but didn’t.
Whoops.
But you don’t want to know about my pain, you want to know about my writing.
And, admittedly, I haven’t gotten a lot done this month. Between the American election and my toothache, I’ve been drained to the max.
So here’s a quick update.
The Standard Tech Case Files: No Blood For Business
Work on the first chapter continues apace. Originally, I had planned to have the first chapter and second chapter finished for this month, but that’s not going to happen.
A preview for the first chapter can be seen on my Patreon. Link here: https://www.patreon.com/joshstoodley
Brockhold
Introducing my newest series, Brockhold! Inspired by the Redwall series by the late (and deeply lamented) Brian Jacques, it takes place in a pseudo-England inhabited by woodland creatures.
The main character is Redfur (name open to revision) a weasel commoner recently promoted to High Constable of Brockhold. He and his best friend, Hob Short-tail, must contend with the damage done to the castle’s guard by the previous High Constable, the lord of Brockhold’s son.
That’s not all the two have to contend with, though. Lord Morchyn of Brockhold intends to marry his son off to Countess Johanna, the young and newly ascended lady of another hold. In Countess Johanna’s retinue is the Lady Ailenor Laflamme, a weasel who’s as hard-bitten and cynical as Redfur himself is.
While the two retainers clash over what is best for their lords, other victims of the previous war arise, with plans of their own…
As always, preview chapters will be posted on Patreon.
Fanfiction
This has been a slow year for updates to my fanfic, and I apologize for that.
However, more is coming!
Wonder Woman
The next chapter is going to undergo a complete re-write; currently it’s all exposition and bad exposition at that.
So that may not come out this year.
That’s it for this time, I’ll see you guys again soon!
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If This Election Taught Us One Thing, It’s That Americans Don’t Need Trump To Be Evil
The polls close. Trump loses. How does the American left respond?
Why, by blaming absolutely everybody else for their failures and instigating a civil war!
That’s in addition to Americans continual need to comment on nations they don’t understand, couldn’t if they tried, and can’t find on a map, thus putting the citizens of the country in danger. Fucking empires, they never change, do they?
Oh! Oh! And all that’s in addition to Trump refusing to concede the election for weeks, stirring up white supremacist and neo-Nazi violence, culminating in that little march last night.
Fuck me, but I do hate America.
On to other news, I haven’t gotten anything done in the first two weeks of November (gee, I wonder why?). Starting tomorrow, however, that will change.
I’ll even have an update for you on yet another project I’ve started! Yeah, yeah, I know.
Later alligators. Don’t let the Americans bite.
Dolce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter[1] as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
-Wilfred Owen.
Lest we forget? We have forgotten. Our soldiers, condemned to kill and die so that others may live, are even now being funnelled into yet greater horrors to prop up somebody’s profit margin.
Civilians, the very people soldiers are meant to defend, have been subjected to endless war.
We broke the faith.
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