Arming

One of the things that is rarely covered in medieval fantasy is just how freaking long it takes to get a full suit of any armor on, let alone full gothic plate, as this man is suited in:




Even his arming is handled with cut scenes, as watching the squire strap everything in place would be descend into something more along the lines of a leather fetish video than something watchable by people interested in weapons and armor.

Voice...

On occasion, this singer's voice reminds me of that of the lead singer of Jefferson Airplane/Starhip/Whatever... Perhaps it's just me:




And here she covers Metallica, in quite excellent fashion...

Bill's Got Credit With Me...

I just got two new tomes in the mail from Subterranean Press' Bill Schafer.

Tales of Dark Fantasy 2, which he edited. He also signed my copy. I am beside myself, like a fanboi. Like beans beside rice. Like beer to pretzels.

He also sent along John Scalzi's Fuzzy Nation. It will be the first time I read any of John's full length work. I look forward to it a great deal. I am an avid reader of his blog, after all.

I have said before that Bill seems ready to purchase the death of someone, given that he provides such quality goodness to humble readers. He has much credit with this bibliophile.

Until he requests that death, don't bother me, I'll be reading.

And yes, Bill, most of us cops do like to do what you indicated above your signature. After all, we're all mammals:

Ninja Morons

No matter how many times I work, I find myself eternally surprised by the stupidity of some people. My head nearly exploded as tonight I discovered why: Ninja Morons.

Most morons are easily identified: the drooling, the non-sequiters, the general miasma of stupid that surrounds them.

Not ninja morons. They sneak up on you, presenting themselves as regular folk, people who actually understand the world around them. Ninja morons quietly slip and slide between the shadows, ready to pounce upon anyone pressed for time, hoping to be done with the work placed in front of them. The Ninja Moron strikes with amazing precision, devastating blows of insipid moronic behavior that gnaw the very fabric of time, spitting it out in partially digested chunks, worthless to those unfortunate enough to share the misfortune to run afoul of ninja morons.

I hope to develop a strategy or technology for detecting these specialist, and highly dangerous, morons. Until I do, they will continue to plague my existence, grinding the pleasure from life, stealing moments from others with their vicious, unlooked-for attacks of stupid.

For now, all I can do is keep the lights on and stare into the shadows, hoping I can minimize their depredations.

We Owe So Much

In the early morning hours on this date in 1944, the Allies landed on several beaches and a few miles inland in the largest amphibious operation ever attempted.

There are so few veterans of that conflict around to thank anymore, and we owe them such a debt.

Heroes, every one.

Foreign Films

Watching Flame and Citron

Two Danish assassins kill Nazis and Danish collaborators.

I think I am in for a rather intense film experience.

"Everyone who's not afraid helps us."

What's For Lunch?

Peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches, that's what.

More useless information later.