(via imgTumble)Foreign press tries to stop an angry Israeli settler from running down and shooting a Palestinian child yesterday in Jerusalem.
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(via imgTumble)Foreign press tries to stop an angry Israeli settler from running down and shooting a Palestinian child yesterday in Jerusalem.
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Happy 90th birthday to legitimate badass, film legend and horror icon Sir Christopher Lee.
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Reblogged for Truth.
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Often while reading interviews with various authors from a variety of genres, a common question is asked: Where do your ideas come from?
Always the answer falls along the lines of “I don’t know, they just do”. I’ve never been satisfied with this answer and it’s caused me to reflect on my own creative process in search of an answer.
Speaking from personal experience, I believe that my mind has been designed, by birth or subconscious training, to find story ideas. It’s like a program that runs in the background of my head, panning for bits of gold hidden in the muck of the every day. Something is observed, an idea is formed and it snowball/ricochets from there.
Not 20 minutes ago one of these moments happened. I immediately grabbed some paper nearby and wrote down the ideas as they formed for 5 minutes, stopped, and opened up Tumblr and began typing this post. I’ll be making some small edits for clarity as what I wrote down may make perfect sense to me but may not to you. Here is what 5 minutes wrought:
I read this sentence from The Daily What:
A paralyzed woman now is able to control her robot arm with her mind.
~ a paralyzed person controls a robot with their mind
~ a quadriplegic. Stephen Hawking. A genius. Revenge.
~ man sitting in a dark room. Only light a monitor showing robot POV
~ someone wheeled him there. Quads have helpers. Complicit with his crime. His WIFE. Also scientist, field of robotics. Partners in science.
~MOTIVE? selfless act of heroism paralyzed him. Rewarded with apathy. “World refused to acknowledge me, they WILL KNOW MY NAME”.
~ robot reign of terror, HUGE. (Gigantor-type) Death rays? War of the Worlds-style attack. No one is safe.
~ superhero fights bot, big battle. Hero triumphant. “Should we trace the signal controlling robot back to the source?” Hero: “Nah.” (blows up robot, crowd cheers) Robot forgotten.
~ reaction shot. Quad man labored breathing, upset. (Can’t talk/only move eyes)
~ Wife opens door a crack, doesn’t enter “This is wrong, I can’t live like this. I want a divorce. Hired a personal nurse for you, starts tomorrow. I’ll be gone right after.”
~ Closes door. Closeup of eyes. Single tear. Cut to black. FIN
What comes next is I’ll write a full page outline, which I’ll use for a stand alone episode of Bastardo Magnifico. Until then it gets filed in the Idea Briefcase until I need it or have leisure time to bang it out into a script.
I rather enjoyed putting this all down. It just occurred to me I use a similar process in assembling the 1/6 scale figures I’ll be using for that show. I’m expecting a shipment of parts in the next week or so. When they come in, I’ll write a bit on how the parts I acquire shapes and enriches the stories I’ve already written.
The exact moment zombies became dead to me as a genre.
Personally, the appeal of the zombie apocalypse is that all the meaningless bullshit in your life is gone. Your shitty job, that idiot holding up the line at the grocer for 15 minutes, the monthly bills, vanished in an instant.
Survive or die. Survival of the fittest. Back to basics.
Now every asshole you expected to be either zombie food or one of the shuffling undead knows what to do in case of zombies. If an outbreak happened in real life, it would last all of a weekend, tops.
And that really bums me out.
Jimmy Savile introduces the Nashville Teens and their single Tobacco Road on Top of the Pops, 1964.
2011:

2012:

2030:

That one’s for the corporate behemoth that owes me money going on 4 months now.
“Do you like Lana Del Rey? Her early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Born To Die came out in 2012, I think she really came into her own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. She’s been compared to Nancy Sinatra, but I think Lana has a far much more bitter, cynical sense of humor.”
Superhero design program. Streets ahead of Hero Machine. Posting for future reference.