Friday, July 15, 2016

What To Do When Your Childhood is Destroyed

Today is the end, the fabled apocalypse predicted in Tobin's Spirit Guide -- July 15th the Two Thousand and Sixteenth year of our Lord, marked in the annals of history forever as Destructor Friday. Aka the release of Ghostbusters with the ladies in it!

Cries and lamentations echo down the stricken streets of America, fully grown children wailing in their cribs as they face what this will mean for their future and their past. Well, don't worry. I'm here to help guide you through this trying time before everything we've ever known is destroyed by the Public Culling police.

First, you must gather together the sacrifice of what must be. By decree of all reboots, in a ritual fire shall be tossed your copies of the original Ghostbusters movies. For once a new one shall appear, all memory of the original is forever wiped from human conscious and never spoken of again. 'Tis Ape Law! (The one with Tim Burton's Ape Lincoln. No one knows who Charlton Heston is anymore).


While you stand over the fire, the flames a disturbing green from boxes of Ecto cooler popping like zits in the heat, mourn. Not just for yourself (though there will be plenty of that I'm certain), but for every other person that existed upon this planet who can no longer delight in the phrase "He slimed me." Can no longer wonder how you respond when someone asks if you are a god. Will not understand why the hell there needed to be a ghost blow job scene. Gone. Every second of it that has been shall never again be. That is the power of reboots.

For within the flames burns not only the movies of your past, the toys with only boys on the packaging (even in 2016), and your single solitary man tear, but also chars to ash your childhood. No one on the entire planet can understand the true suffering you must endure because someone dared to remake a beloved movie from your childhood, you probably shouldn't have seen anyway (dear lord were there a lot of sex jokes in Ghostbusters that went right over our heads).

No more long summer days of you peddling your bike to the dirt lot to try and build you own treehouse, no more hazy nights chasing after bugs -- all of it gone like chaff on the wind. As you rise from the fire, every ounce of misery and angst burned from your body with it, there is only one avenue remaining for someone as twisted and gnarled as a man with no childhood. With all of your loved ones obliterated from your life because of the existence of a reboot, any reason to cling to the things you once cared for, joy itself drawn from your soul like weep from a wound, what more can remain for a man but to become...

Batman.

It's true. He had no childhood because his parents were gunned down in front of him.

You no longer have one because the Ghostbusters reboot deleted yours from existence.

Sure, you don't have the money to afford all the fancy gadgets or the wise and caring butler who'll call you on your shit. Nor do you have the lifetime of training spent traveling the globe to become the best at everything (it's a wonder Batman doesn't just club his enemies with his oversized ego sometimes). But now you have the traumatic lack of a childhood that in turn gives you the drive to become the Batman of All Star Batman And Robin. Which means soon you'll be kidnapping kids, forcing them to eat rats, and all while shouting "God Damn" with every other sentence.

Thanks to the evil executives at Sony daring to think a vagina was strong enough to lift a proton pack every man in America shall be twisted and warped by their gutted childhood into the Dark Knight himself.

Look upon what you have wrought, Paul Feig, and tremble.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Free and 99 cent books!

To celebrate my birthday this week I'm offering the first two Dwarves in Space books for only $0.99


Thousands of years after the jewelry's destroyed, the sword reforged, the dragon ridden, and the indecipherable prophecy translated into a recipe for sugared biscuits, the dwarves turned to that final frontier: space. And along came the elves, orcs, gnomes, trolls, ogres, and those vermin-like upstarts, humans. 

Dwarves in Space is Tolkien merged with Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in a horrific transporter accident. 



That's not all! You can also get my books The King's Blood and And They Lived for free! That's right, just head on over and download them for no money at all.


Save the Prince, save the world. Maybe stop for coffee.

A kingdom on the verge of collapse, magic threatening to rip the world apart and the only one who can save it all is a black teenage girl.

Monday, July 11, 2016

Space Plant

Over the weekend I got two new succulent plants that were going cheap. The only problem, I needed a new pot for them.

Cue the paint!

This one I did by hand and with the help of my sponges. Because of that I don't have a lot of easy steps for how to make it yourself. How I paint a planet is to make a big white circle, dab on black, then blue until it looks good.

After the acrylic I coated in a sealant to try and preserve it and also make the stars shiny.


Now my space cactus can live beside the Dragon Age petunias until winter comes.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Bethesda at E3



Bethesda opened in probably one of the dorkiest ways possible with this bootup screen:

 If you can't read the fine print, they're bringing back...

EA at E3

EA kicked off the festivities at E3 this year by inviting you all in to play. Play was the word of the day. They really really want to invite you to come play inside their windowless van, and then put the lotion on your skin or you get the hose.

Play to Live! seems to be EAs new catchphrase as they keep dropping it with a big grin, which also sounds like a new comic featuring the Joker teaming up with the Riddler in a Frank Miller book.

To show off that this is the FUTURE! they also had a conference happening simultaneously in London which we'll cut away to for absolutely no good reason whatsoever beyond the fact we can.

The Future!