Painting With Shotguns #58
I Am Nothing If Not A Whore
And this whore has to seriously thank the mighty lot of you out there who have retweeted the ass out of my NaNoWriMo post (NaNoWhoNow?) — it’s come back around to me a couple times now, and if I track it right, we’re looking at several hundred retweets. Which is pretty nuts. You never really know when a post is going to go apeshit and catch fire (or be an apeshit ape who catches fire?), so it’s nice that once in a while my throwing knives are hitting dead center of the bullseye for some of you.
Also: “hello” to the many new followers who are keeping a vigilant eye on me via Twitter in case I do something dangerous to myself and others! Woooo!
Since clearly a great many of you are doing the NaNo thing (or is it the WriMo thing?), I’ll try to tweak my writing posts this month toward the joyous hell-climb that is “writing a goddamn novel.”
Alternately, you could quit NaNoWriMo and partake in any one of the following:
NaNoRemo: In which you spend the entire month writing fan-fic about Remo Williams.
NemoWrimo: In which you write a novel while submersed in a submarine. Be wary: you must also fight a giant squid. Hey, shit happens. And squids happen. And yes, squidshit happens.
NaNoReMo: National Novel Reading Month. I mean, hey, writing a novel is a pain in the dick. Quit that shit right now. Just read a book by somebody else. Much easier. And so much more pleasant!
NanaMemaw: It’s national Hug Your Grandmother month! Awww! *vomits*
Feel free to come up with your own! It’s fun for the whole family.
Also, feel free to check out this fascinating Salon-dot-com article on NaNoWriMo: “Better Yet, Don’t Write That Novel.” Article critical of the process, says we should exalt readers instead of (in effect) producing a crap-ton of new writers writing books that nobody will read. (I think she makes some interesting points, but also succumbs to the false dichotomy that “writers” are somehow, mysteriously, not also readers.) Then you have an opposing viewpoint: “Ignore The Naysayers,” over at the LA Times.
Read ‘em both. Curious to hear your thoughts, you crazy kids.
Finally — hey, I said I was a whore — check out two posts of mine that speak to the, erm, life and psychology of the writer brain: “Beware Of Writer” and “Want To Be A Freelancer? Just Punch Yourself In The Face, Instead.” Both also seem to be posts that people have enjoyed, so hey, I posit that you may enjoy them equally. Also. Too. Indeed. I could really drink more coffee. Coffee would help.
Fallout: New Vegas (And Other Gamery Goodness)
Due to a recent Target and Amazon sale, I went ahead and reached out with greasy mitt and procured a number of video games, clearly under the impression that I a) have time to play video games and b) enjoy playing games as much as I used to (weirdly, I don’t). Still, I cannot resist a two-fer, and both had two-for-one sales that could not be denied.
One of the games picked up? Fallout: New Vegas.
I heard that they had an update which fixed 200+ major bugs, so I decided it was okay to open ‘er up and start playing. Anybody else doing so? Enjoying it so far, but also finding it to be a less exciting experience than the previous iteration. Part of it, I recognize, is that this game has no way of replicating that sense of “newness” found in the first one, but even still, some things just don’t quite tickle my pink parts.
For one, the story isn’t as immediately compelling — Fallout 3 showed you life in the vault, then stole it from you. This just dumps you into a world and offers you incredibly low stakes. “Ehh. Some guys killed you, except they didn’t, and you don’t know them, and really, who gives a ding-dang-doo?” I feel no great impetus in this game to do anything, and so all I do is wander. Which is fun in its own way, but I don’t know that it’s particularly engaging, either.
Then, the graphics don’t always seem as tip-top (the guns look like toys, and sometimes I mysteriously seem to carry the rifle up above my shoulder? that must be a bug), and the music just isn’t as batshit awesome as the first game. While I do like Wayne Newton as Mister New Vegas, I still miss Three Dog, and I miss the hoppy poppy Big Band music. The game also seems particularly obsessed with playing “Big Iron” by Marty Robbins all the damn time. Every other song is this song. Yes, I know the notches on his pistol blah blah blah, I know big iron on his hip, I know. I get it. Play some different music. Where’s my Danny Kaye, goddamn you? I get that they’re going for that mournful cowboy vibe at times, but man, I really loved having a jazzy old pop tune absurdly carrying me through some Wasteland murder spree.
I don’t want to give the impression that I’m not enjoying the game. I absolutely am — but it just isn’t really grabbing me by the nipples and taking me for a twirl, yet. You know?
Also, for those who play Borderlands, I got my copy coming. Should be here by this weekend.
Whistle While You Work, Hitler Was A Jerk
I have some news, but I really can’t share it yet. So, thbbth on you. I just signed a big contract for a big something-or-other, and I picked up some more work for the illustrious Eddy “The Evil Doctor” Webb, and I’m also currently gestating the biggest project of my life. So, be assured that I’ll babble about these when I’m given the go-ahead by my penmonkey masters.
You will notice that our transmedia project, HiM, is going back to Sundance — this time as Pandemic 1.0, part of the Sundance New Frontier selection. I can’t tell you much about it except what’s already blurbed:
Pandemic 1.0 is a transmedia storytelling experience that spans film, mobile, online, real-world, social gaming and data visualization. Over the course of the festival the story will unfold enabling viewers / players to step into the shoes of our protagonists. The story experience starts when a mysterious sleep virus begins to affect the adults in a small rural town, the youth soon find themselves cut off from civilization and fighting for their lives. Will they survive? Can you survive?
So, that’s pretty exciting. And we have some other big stuff cooking around the experience (not limited to the film itself, which will see draft 8.7 dropping sometime tomorrow).
Links Instead Of Patties
The McGurk Effect is insane and will break your already broken brain.
Funny article about the Return of the McRib.
Gareth-Michael Skarka’s Tour de Bond is live, live, live. Like James Bond? Make with the clickyclicky.
Eddy Webb’s Tour de Holmes (Sherlock Holmes, baby) is also live, live, live. Tappity-clicky, too.
And that’s all she wrote, nerdlingers.