We are booked for two cons so far:
Super-Con San Jose CA May 17th and 18
Spokane Comicon Spokane WA June 7th
We will be attending Emerald Con, but don't have a booth. We'll be the two nerds wandering around in Wayfarer's Moon t-shirts.
I'll post new dates as we get confirmation. However, if you're curious about our con schedule, check out our News tab. We'll be listing all our schedule info there, in case there are any questions.
Cheers,
-Jason
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Shining - the Feel Good Film of the Year
An oldie, but a goodie. The Shining reimagined as a 'feel good' comedy.
No, seriously.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfout_rgPSA
There have been a few more done in this vein, but The Shining was the first (as far as I know) and definately one of the best.
Cheers,
-Jason
No, seriously.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfout_rgPSA
There have been a few more done in this vein, but The Shining was the first (as far as I know) and definately one of the best.
Cheers,
-Jason
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Last Words: Part 1
Arklebar, Dark Lord of Berenir, King of Uburia, and Conqueror of Kordrun staggered and fell against his throne, his shoulder spikes scraping loudly against the stone as his sword clattered to the ground.
“It’s over, Arklebar!” panted the young man. His armor was rent and bloody and his left arm hung uselessly at his side, but his sword was steady as he pointed it at his defeated foe.
Arklebar glanced around. His guards were gone and fires from siege were filling his hall with smoke. “Yeah,” he conceded, as he struggled into a sitting position. “Looks that way.”
“What? No clever threats or insults?”
“Nope.” Arklebar removed his helmet and set it beside him. “Just out of curiosity, though. Who are you?”
“Do you remember Lord Faringdoyle?”
Arklebar considered the name. “Tall guy with a wart?”
“No. My height, black beard shot with grey. Liked cats.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Well, he was my father and you murdered him!” The young man took a step forward. “I’m Bryl Faringdoyle, Heir to the Duchy of Faringdoyle!”
“Ah, the whole revenge thing. Point of interest: Did I actually kill your father or was it one of my lackeys?”
Bryl stared at his defeated foe. “What does it matter? You’re reign of terror is over! Any last words?”
Arklebar thought for a moment. “Actually, yes.” He leaned back against his throne, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “It all started when I was a kid. I had a dog named Poofy. Well, actually, he was a rock that looked like a dog, y’know, if you squinted just right. Anyhow . . .”
Later: More Last Words!
“It’s over, Arklebar!” panted the young man. His armor was rent and bloody and his left arm hung uselessly at his side, but his sword was steady as he pointed it at his defeated foe.
Arklebar glanced around. His guards were gone and fires from siege were filling his hall with smoke. “Yeah,” he conceded, as he struggled into a sitting position. “Looks that way.”
“What? No clever threats or insults?”
“Nope.” Arklebar removed his helmet and set it beside him. “Just out of curiosity, though. Who are you?”
“Do you remember Lord Faringdoyle?”
Arklebar considered the name. “Tall guy with a wart?”
“No. My height, black beard shot with grey. Liked cats.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell.”
“Well, he was my father and you murdered him!” The young man took a step forward. “I’m Bryl Faringdoyle, Heir to the Duchy of Faringdoyle!”
“Ah, the whole revenge thing. Point of interest: Did I actually kill your father or was it one of my lackeys?”
Bryl stared at his defeated foe. “What does it matter? You’re reign of terror is over! Any last words?”
Arklebar thought for a moment. “Actually, yes.” He leaned back against his throne, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “It all started when I was a kid. I had a dog named Poofy. Well, actually, he was a rock that looked like a dog, y’know, if you squinted just right. Anyhow . . .”
Later: More Last Words!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
I Need A New Game
As hard as it is to say, WoW just isn't doing it for me anymore. I got my Hunter to 70, got my Flying Machine and started leveling my Warrior. I got him to 64 and just kind of went 'bleh.'
It was just the same quests, only harder.
So, I need a new game. I don't care if it's single-player or an MMO, but I gotta hankerin' for somethin' new.
I have been playing Painkiller: Overdose, but it doesn't quite grab me. I play through a level now and again, but I feel no overwhelming drive to complete it (unlike the original Painkiller that I played through 4 times).
I was also considering going back to City of Heroes/Villains, but you can't solo past a certain point and I always find that frustrating. Well, you can, but you can't complete the AV story arcs.
I have been considering Pirates of the Burning Sea, but while the combat sounds fun, the whole economic model doesn't seem particularly interesting. I'm also considering Tabula Rasa, but I've heard pro and con on that one.
So, tell what's good out there right now. I like FPSs (I've played CoD 4 through 3 times already) and RPGs, but will play most anything if it's interesting.
Are there any hidden gems out there? Any little games, even 'casual' ones, that deliver serious fun? Let me know.
Cheers,
-Jason
It was just the same quests, only harder.
So, I need a new game. I don't care if it's single-player or an MMO, but I gotta hankerin' for somethin' new.
I have been playing Painkiller: Overdose, but it doesn't quite grab me. I play through a level now and again, but I feel no overwhelming drive to complete it (unlike the original Painkiller that I played through 4 times).
I was also considering going back to City of Heroes/Villains, but you can't solo past a certain point and I always find that frustrating. Well, you can, but you can't complete the AV story arcs.
I have been considering Pirates of the Burning Sea, but while the combat sounds fun, the whole economic model doesn't seem particularly interesting. I'm also considering Tabula Rasa, but I've heard pro and con on that one.
So, tell what's good out there right now. I like FPSs (I've played CoD 4 through 3 times already) and RPGs, but will play most anything if it's interesting.
Are there any hidden gems out there? Any little games, even 'casual' ones, that deliver serious fun? Let me know.
Cheers,
-Jason
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
If I Told You . . .
Yesterday during work, I was half-listening to a conversation a couple of co-workers were having nearby. I work in a cube-farm and you can pretty much hear people talking on the other side of the building when conditions are right (apparently Bill in Accounting is a real s.o.b.).
At one point, someone mentioned the old pick-up line "If I told you you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?"
I didn't think much of it, but about ten minutes later I suddenly got it.
I've heard the line before, but always parsed it as 'If I told you you had a good body, would you think I was rude?' rather than 'If I told you you had a good body, would you press it against me?'
It was just one of those weird 'OH!' moments, like when you're staring at the blurry picture and suddenly you see Sean Connery naked, holding a chihuahua and eating a kiwi while riding a dolphin named 'Bruce.'
This was similiar to the time when I realized the chorus to 'Blinded by the Light' was not 'Stick your head in a moose, hit a tuna with your light.' Though, honestly, I like my interpretation better.
Cheers,
-Jason
At one point, someone mentioned the old pick-up line "If I told you you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?"
I didn't think much of it, but about ten minutes later I suddenly got it.
I've heard the line before, but always parsed it as 'If I told you you had a good body, would you think I was rude?' rather than 'If I told you you had a good body, would you press it against me?'
It was just one of those weird 'OH!' moments, like when you're staring at the blurry picture and suddenly you see Sean Connery naked, holding a chihuahua and eating a kiwi while riding a dolphin named 'Bruce.'
This was similiar to the time when I realized the chorus to 'Blinded by the Light' was not 'Stick your head in a moose, hit a tuna with your light.' Though, honestly, I like my interpretation better.
Cheers,
-Jason
Monday, March 24, 2008
General News
Greetings,
Leigh and I have been busy up in the great Northwest, trying to get things ready for Con season. This will be our first season as participants, rather than as visitors, so basically, we have no idea what we're doing.
We're making lists of things we may (or possibly, may not) need. Things like flyers, banners, posters, t-shirts, tranquilizer guns, tissue-paper models of the Titanic, and snowshoes. As I said, we're basically clueless.
We are also working hard (mostly Leigh) on getting issues 1-3 of Wayfarer's Moon ready for print so we can sell them at the Cons. Eventually, they will be offered for sale from the website, but we'll need to figure that out first.
We will be posting our definite Con dates as soon as we get confirmation.
Cheers,
-Jason
Leigh and I have been busy up in the great Northwest, trying to get things ready for Con season. This will be our first season as participants, rather than as visitors, so basically, we have no idea what we're doing.
We're making lists of things we may (or possibly, may not) need. Things like flyers, banners, posters, t-shirts, tranquilizer guns, tissue-paper models of the Titanic, and snowshoes. As I said, we're basically clueless.
We are also working hard (mostly Leigh) on getting issues 1-3 of Wayfarer's Moon ready for print so we can sell them at the Cons. Eventually, they will be offered for sale from the website, but we'll need to figure that out first.
We will be posting our definite Con dates as soon as we get confirmation.
Cheers,
-Jason
Friday, March 21, 2008
A Quest: Part 2
I moved to stand beside a tall man with dark hair. “Hail and well met, fellow adventurer!” I cried (yet not too loudly). “What noble quest brings you to these hallowed halls?”
He made no answer, becoming suddenly engrossed in a pamphlet. Likewise, the woman to my right began texting vigorously, her thumbs darting like short, fat snakes. Strangely enough, it seemed that all the patrons of the DMV near me became quickly consumed in their own matters, leaving me to wait in silence.
At long last, the numbers upon the wall matched mine own and I marched proudly to the open window, my paperwork in hand.
“Greetings, aged crone!” I called out.
“What?” replied the person behind the window, whose nametag read ‘Bruce.’
“It is no import, person of indeterminate gender! I have ventured forth from the lands of Redmond at behest of the most noble DMV to register my pickup!”
“Right. Do you have the paperwork?”
“Absolutely! Allow me to-“
“Just hand it over.”
I do so, though the tone of this ‘Bruce’ leaves much to be desired. Bruce commences to input the necessary data, his or her fingers dancing like drunken, wrinkled elves upon the keys.
“What’s the make of your vehicle?”
“Why, it was forged in the Unending Fire by the master smiths of Great Nippon!“
Bruce gazed evenly at me for a moment, a brow arched to suggest either a deep understanding of my words or to subtly suggest he knew not of what I quoth.
“I don’t have an ‘Unending Fire’ option,” he finally said.
“Most strange! I would have thought that all lands were known in the great halls of the DMV!” I made a sweeping gesture, which narrowly missed hitting a small woman of Asian descent at the window nearest mine own.
Bruce did rub his or her eyes. “Perhaps you could tell me the name of the smith who forged your pickup?”
“Of course!” After a brief consultation with my paperwork, which bore many strange and foreign words, I found the name I sought. “Toyota” I answered proudly. “A name most befitting a truck of such stature!”
“$63, please.”
My checkbook I did open, to reveal a check which bore a picture of kittens sporting merrily with a ball of string. Upon this I scrawled the required amount, which I slid to Bruce of Indeterminate Gender. More arcane devilry happened behind the window, as Bruce’s fingers flitted upon the keys. At long last, a machine unlike any I had beheld did spit forth a piece of paper, which Bruce slid to me.
“There you go, sir. You’re registration is updated.”
I held the paper up to the light, so that I could better behold the runes inscribed upon it. “Truly, a most portent spell must be inscribed upon this parchment! How, pray tell, would one such as I gain access to the magic it holds?”
Bruce did sigh, a mighty sigh that did fog the window betwixt us. “Put it in your glove compartment. It’s your proof of registration if you get pulled over.”
“Verily, a most potent enchantment indeed!” I bowed. “Many thanks, Bruce of the DMV! May you one day learn in which restroom you belong!”
Bruce did smile. “Please go.”
“To work!” I cried and leapt for the door. Outside, a cool breeze blew across my countenance and I felt suddenly renewed, rejuvenated, refreshed and other words beginning with ‘R.’ I realized I had finished the Quest and gained valuable experience.
“Ding!” I shouted, before dashing towards my most noble pickup and whatever new adventures awaited.
Cheers,
-Jason
He made no answer, becoming suddenly engrossed in a pamphlet. Likewise, the woman to my right began texting vigorously, her thumbs darting like short, fat snakes. Strangely enough, it seemed that all the patrons of the DMV near me became quickly consumed in their own matters, leaving me to wait in silence.
At long last, the numbers upon the wall matched mine own and I marched proudly to the open window, my paperwork in hand.
“Greetings, aged crone!” I called out.
“What?” replied the person behind the window, whose nametag read ‘Bruce.’
“It is no import, person of indeterminate gender! I have ventured forth from the lands of Redmond at behest of the most noble DMV to register my pickup!”
“Right. Do you have the paperwork?”
“Absolutely! Allow me to-“
“Just hand it over.”
I do so, though the tone of this ‘Bruce’ leaves much to be desired. Bruce commences to input the necessary data, his or her fingers dancing like drunken, wrinkled elves upon the keys.
“What’s the make of your vehicle?”
“Why, it was forged in the Unending Fire by the master smiths of Great Nippon!“
Bruce gazed evenly at me for a moment, a brow arched to suggest either a deep understanding of my words or to subtly suggest he knew not of what I quoth.
“I don’t have an ‘Unending Fire’ option,” he finally said.
“Most strange! I would have thought that all lands were known in the great halls of the DMV!” I made a sweeping gesture, which narrowly missed hitting a small woman of Asian descent at the window nearest mine own.
Bruce did rub his or her eyes. “Perhaps you could tell me the name of the smith who forged your pickup?”
“Of course!” After a brief consultation with my paperwork, which bore many strange and foreign words, I found the name I sought. “Toyota” I answered proudly. “A name most befitting a truck of such stature!”
“$63, please.”
My checkbook I did open, to reveal a check which bore a picture of kittens sporting merrily with a ball of string. Upon this I scrawled the required amount, which I slid to Bruce of Indeterminate Gender. More arcane devilry happened behind the window, as Bruce’s fingers flitted upon the keys. At long last, a machine unlike any I had beheld did spit forth a piece of paper, which Bruce slid to me.
“There you go, sir. You’re registration is updated.”
I held the paper up to the light, so that I could better behold the runes inscribed upon it. “Truly, a most portent spell must be inscribed upon this parchment! How, pray tell, would one such as I gain access to the magic it holds?”
Bruce did sigh, a mighty sigh that did fog the window betwixt us. “Put it in your glove compartment. It’s your proof of registration if you get pulled over.”
“Verily, a most potent enchantment indeed!” I bowed. “Many thanks, Bruce of the DMV! May you one day learn in which restroom you belong!”
Bruce did smile. “Please go.”
“To work!” I cried and leapt for the door. Outside, a cool breeze blew across my countenance and I felt suddenly renewed, rejuvenated, refreshed and other words beginning with ‘R.’ I realized I had finished the Quest and gained valuable experience.
“Ding!” I shouted, before dashing towards my most noble pickup and whatever new adventures awaited.
Cheers,
-Jason
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