So...our process is still improving but rather than have another 'hole' we found a rather...unorthydox workaround....should be back to normal next week.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Oops
Pay no attention to that page 7...yet...finally figured out how to get celtx to output in a format for the blog...
Under Construction
Clearly this will be more difficult than I thought. There will need to be some procedural changes and potentially the purchase of a Pre Amp.
Changes coming soon. Look for it.
Monday, June 29, 2015
The Guy Who Pays The Nickle
When I spoke about a nickle, I really meant metaphorically.
The guy who buys the bulk of my services is EP Blingermeyer, a guy who loves a thrill. He bungie jumps, sky dives, kite surfs, runs, jumps, etc etc. You get the idea. He has extremely skewed luck, but it is so extremely skewed that when he is up he is able to get rich rediculously fast, but he doesn't keep it long. Like me, he's fascinated by your world, but unlike me, he doesn't astrally project.
He physically goes there. He'll take the bridge. He waits for it to come at the break of day or at sunset, then rushes right backward toward Wonderbreadland and then half way through leaps off of it and into the nearest river. Like TC did when he was escaping to home, once. It messed him up quite well, you can only imagine what it did to EP.
It's a self fulfilling cycle, the more he does it, the more he wants to. He loves the stories in your world, but also loves the venues where they exist; bookstores, plays, movies, poetry slams, museums. You name it, he wants to experience it. He's quite an affable fellow and has made several very good almost friendships. Of course, TC was a native. EP isn't and when he goes there, he's often forgotten immediately afterward. He's a fictional character from your perspective after all.
TC tried to help once with a trick he read in a book about helping to invent a non existant person, but it didn't take. You will never find a person who claims that EP Blingermeyer is a real person. Though, your reality is strange enough that you might actually find an EP Blingermeyer. Only it wouldn't be the one who pays me.
Most people who are determined to see the bridge on a thrill, I will, in fact, charge a few samoleans for my time, teach them how to see it, how not to get run over and more importantly how not to get eaten by whatever comes from the other direction. Most people, most SANE people simply want to see a Sasquatch, or a troll or god knows what.
That isn't the case with our friend. So I charge him for it. He wants details, precise details about what comes and goes, stray broadcasts, dropped artifacts. He collects and catalogs all of them you see. Its quite lucrative, even if I have no idea what he does with all the things he collects. One of these days he won't come back from your world. I'm amazed every time he does actually. When he stops, I'll have to get a real job.
The guy who buys the bulk of my services is EP Blingermeyer, a guy who loves a thrill. He bungie jumps, sky dives, kite surfs, runs, jumps, etc etc. You get the idea. He has extremely skewed luck, but it is so extremely skewed that when he is up he is able to get rich rediculously fast, but he doesn't keep it long. Like me, he's fascinated by your world, but unlike me, he doesn't astrally project.
He physically goes there. He'll take the bridge. He waits for it to come at the break of day or at sunset, then rushes right backward toward Wonderbreadland and then half way through leaps off of it and into the nearest river. Like TC did when he was escaping to home, once. It messed him up quite well, you can only imagine what it did to EP.
It's a self fulfilling cycle, the more he does it, the more he wants to. He loves the stories in your world, but also loves the venues where they exist; bookstores, plays, movies, poetry slams, museums. You name it, he wants to experience it. He's quite an affable fellow and has made several very good almost friendships. Of course, TC was a native. EP isn't and when he goes there, he's often forgotten immediately afterward. He's a fictional character from your perspective after all.
TC tried to help once with a trick he read in a book about helping to invent a non existant person, but it didn't take. You will never find a person who claims that EP Blingermeyer is a real person. Though, your reality is strange enough that you might actually find an EP Blingermeyer. Only it wouldn't be the one who pays me.
Most people who are determined to see the bridge on a thrill, I will, in fact, charge a few samoleans for my time, teach them how to see it, how not to get run over and more importantly how not to get eaten by whatever comes from the other direction. Most people, most SANE people simply want to see a Sasquatch, or a troll or god knows what.
That isn't the case with our friend. So I charge him for it. He wants details, precise details about what comes and goes, stray broadcasts, dropped artifacts. He collects and catalogs all of them you see. Its quite lucrative, even if I have no idea what he does with all the things he collects. One of these days he won't come back from your world. I'm amazed every time he does actually. When he stops, I'll have to get a real job.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
There Shall Be No More Sound Suckage
Podcast ownership is changing.
Many things are changing.
Including no more sucktackular sound quality.
Friday, June 26, 2015
How I Met Tom
The boy in the Graveyard Book didnt have a normal child hood. But it gave him extraordinary abilities because of how he was raised. He learned to become invisible and could see and speak to the dead. Though if you ask him, he would likely have chosen his parents, despite all the good he had done.
I met Tom long before he met me. You see, being raised in Wonderbreadland, with no magic was unbearable. You can't live without magic and you can't live without dreams. Its why the rest of Tom imported the dreams of someone else who was almost him as kind of a pace maker.
Let's just say Tom has seen what happens when most parts of a soul die. Especially the dreams. But where was I?
When the only place to find magic is in your head, you project outward, into realms that never were. Far more good was done in places that you don't think matter, "not real" than you can imagine. More than one kind too. Word began...to spread.
But you can't leave the body behind. Wonderbreadland land was a chain that corrupted him just as much as everyone else there. I saw him once when he was twelve. He sent a duplicate of himself to the Bayou. And ....
:)
That's another story.
But many years later, when I found him dripping wet and dry with sand on the bridge, I knew right away who he was. I told him the truth and helped him get home. We stayed in touch. He didn't really know me from Adam still, but a friend suggested a nome de gure. And it stuck.
Hey, not all worlds echo throughout all creation like yours does. But sometimes they do leak back. Good thing too.
Perfectly decent human being. Quite creative and capable. One of the symptoms of escaping Wonderbreadland can be the inability tobself decieve. Ever see The Invention of Lying?
Sometimes we have to lie to ourselves to try the impossible. Ee need to.
Elsewise....
Elsewise our temple of clouds becomes a bowling alley.
Watch Pleasantville, you'll get it.
Later.
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