On the patheticness of Gamergate

So if you follow my twitter account, you might see that I am particularly harsh towards a group of fools called Gamergate.  Gamergate claims that they have the moral high ground and is about journalistic ethics in gaming medium.

So if you were about journalistic ethics and gaming journals were corrupt, what kind of behavior might you expect to see?

Well, first you would expect a creative solution.  Like something to actually SOLVE the problem, not just whine about it.  And I think it is safe to say that the moment your movement is more about 'catalogging' all the grievances against you than actually solving the problem, its a pretty good indicator that you aren't interested in the ethics of anything.

So many of these people claim to be 'liberal' or 'progressive' or 'I'm a libertarian' but they all ACT conservative, both embracing racist and sexist humor, dancing with delight at anything that goes against 'Social Justice Warriors' or really anything that is remotely progressive.

They are, in short a socially conservative movement made up of grognards who do not like the fact that the world has Moved On, in the truest sense of the Gunslinger books by Steven King.  These knuckle dragging regressive trolls are slathering in their own juices.

But why should I care? I don't.  Not really.  But I hate liars.  I really do and while I don't claim perfection, Breitbart.com is and has been a particularly hated bit of conservative trash for quite some time because of the Acorn buillshit they got away with and were never criminally prosecuted for.  FRAUD is profiting by lying and it is now proven in courts of law that they lied and yet no one has prosecuted any of them except the pimpin pimp liars.  Meanwhile Gamergate tries and tries to deny its links to these assholes.

So do I enjoy mocking these turds? You bet.

What does this have to do with writing? Well, I've put them in the Book of Heliotropic fairy tales but honestly I think an entire anthology of Gamergate slashfic would be hilarious.  Gamergaters writing angry slashfic against folks only to fall victim (in fiction) of their darkest most intolerant little dark desires.

I'll keep you posted :D

Future Plans

I am unsure what I'm doing with Forever West.  I might try editing it now.  The block I felt for a long time is gone, and I might try to write the second half some time next year.

This year I am writing my 7th novel "Fruitloop and Frankenstein" during nanowrmo....which is significant because after that I've completed my life goal to write seven....At this point the 2nd half/2nd novel in the Forever West series is kind of needed given the 15% I just chopped off to make it interesting and Heliotrope really feels like it needs three novels and several stories to make it work.

And I really REALLY want to write something after visiting Finland w Julia but still...

I think "retirement" for me as a writer is in the future.  There is a lot to do and a short time to do it.  Sure, success could happen and I'll never ENTIRELY stop writing but retiring what I call 'the 2nd life' ...definitely see that happening soon.  Maybe by the end of next year if not this one.

[Heliotrope] Frankensteins of Frankenstein

There is a ridiculous argument in the shadows of the world as to whether Frankenstein's Monster should be called Frankenstein or not.  What should you call him? Ralph? Jingleheimer? His name is his name too.

The single biggest argument in this involves the Frankensteins made by Frankenstein.  Yes, it is both a noun and a verb.  I Frankenstein.  We Frankenstein.  You Frankenstein.  We all Frankenstein.  We shall be Frankensteining.  We shall Frankenstein.  Thou shalt not Frankenstein etc.

At any rate, you would think that Frankenstein would be upset at the idea of Frankensteining, and Frankly, you would be right, but loneliness does things to a man, and as time wears on, you desire immortal companions.  But it isn't just that.  Frankenstein was always obsessed with out Frankensteining his father (Frankenstein.)  He could do a better job.

So Frankenstein went out and got himself another Frankenstein.  No one is entirely sure where Frankenstein the III came from.  When he has been spotted, he has been reluctant to say, but what is known is that Frankenstein (Jr) did indeed do a good job.  Frankenstein the III was considerably better adjusted person than Jr.  III wasn't afraid of fire, small children or bad jokes.  Curiously, Frankensteinologists have always noted that he was in fact afraid of Windmills and outrageous french accents, but the origins of this has been lost in the mists of time.

[Poem] Good King Yurtle Ruled His Sandbox

by Emmit Other

Humans is Humans
And that's a fact.
Nothing wrong with it.
Oh what a magnificent creature is man
Yada. Etc. Etc. Etc.
And with humans comes the dark side
Gossip
Jealousy
In Fighting
We have a choice
In This Short Life of Ours
To Rise Above
Or Sink Below
But if you Rise
Rise for Real
Don't go through the motions
Like Good King Yurtle
Slow and Ponderous
Was his Mein
Universal Fairness
Did he obtain
One law for all
In his tiny sandbox
Turtle droppings aside
But the King played favorites
Oh yes he did
All for the guy
Who his zipper undid
And ole king Yurtle
Did Snap and Command
And many a friendship
Did his fury disband
Left and Right
His Banning Chop
Slashed hapless users
From his sandbox slop
But in the end
Even Yurtle did bow
To the disgusting turdness
Of his favorite sow
And so did turdlet
Go by and by
And offer Yurtle
a chance at the High
Ethics could rule
And justice could matter
But Yurtle ignored it
Watch his dignity splatter
No honor
No truth
Just an angry scowl
Yurtle the Turtle
Did sputter and howl
For Yurtle's sandbox
It leaked like a siv
Beware Mr. Fair King
Lest he give you the Shiv.

[Poem] It's Official, I'm Fictional

by Emmit Other

I'm not just from a fictional reality
I'm for practical purposes as a writer
Fictional
Worn bundles of words
Stacking up like cardboard corpes
Piled all around me
Not the bottom of my heart
But proof that the same number of robots
Viewed my test
As view the call for Rhombus's facebook page
In other words
No one reads this
A tumbleweed in the literary world
So while nominally an extrovert
I've finally found my introvert
At this point
There is no reason to scribe
Even for my poetry
Except that which I choose to
This is for me
And me alone
Thus gentle reader
My reader is myself
And I can live with that
I wish you well
We are only just beginning.

A poor shadow of a facebook page

Hello my robot friends, I think EP was right to start putting robots in the podcast, it makes more sense now.

Here is my new facebook page.  Sadly it is only an author page.

https://www.facebook.com/rhombusticks2/

Second post to distinguish humans from robots, please dont click

So by my count my blog actually has like...nine readers.

I suppose that's more than 0.....