Chuck Wendig is a novelist, screenwriter, and game designer. This is his blog. He talks a lot about writing. And food. And pop culture. And his kid. He uses lots of naughty language. NSFW. Probably NSFL. Be advised.

So, yesterday, some foul scumhole self-published a book that was essentially the "best practices for practicing pedophiles" book. He seems to think the book is about creating "safe pedophilia" but is really about being a turd-of-the-earth kid-toucher and not getting caught. The Internet, predictably and perhaps appropriately, acted like a kicked-over anthill.

Time once again to stuff a hot steaming load of deviant bloggery into the double-mouthed barrels of a hungry, hungry shotgun. With a pull of the trigger I blow my words through the back of your head and onto the wall behind you. CHOOM. That’s right, nerds. It’s a buckshot blast of Painting With Shotguns.

I'll be gone for a couple moons. I'll still blog from time to time whilst out there in the wilds of San Francisky and Poipu (which makes my 12-year-old brain say "Poopoo"). I also have some blogs set to automagically appear whilst I'm gone, but still, some degree of live-blogging the trip is on the agenda. Will you miss me? (Oh, pish, I'll still be on them Twitters.)

Time once again to stuff a hot steaming load of deviant bloggery into the double-mouthed barrels of a hungry, hungry shotgun. With a pull of the trigger I blow my words through the back of your head and onto the wall behind you. CHOOM. That's right, nerds. It's a buckshot blast of Painting With Shotguns.

As college buddy and old friend Rob Spidle said yesterday, "I seriously love the little iFucker." Lot to love about the iPad. Only had it a few days, but it's hard not to see how natural it feels in the hand. Also easy to see is that it's not just "a big iPhone." Faster processor, bigger screen, super-crazy multi-touch, it all adds up to an experience you cannot achieve on the phone.

And you might be asking: "Hey, what about that that novel you're working on?" Ehhh. Ehh. Well. I've written 60,000 words. Except. Except. The first 30,000 are for one novel, and the second 30,000 are for another novel. I know. I know! But I'm working on both. And they're each totally different projects. So, we'll see. Keep your grapes peeled.