Metallicrap.

One friend I have on World Of Warcraft and I have very little in common, but we both love the 1980s British television show The Young Ones. Every episode has something to recommend it. One of the less-quoted jokes from the episode Nasty has Alexei Sayle facing the camera and going into a spiel about how since he has been appearing on television, his Marxist fellows have been accusing him of selling out, making him march at the back at demonstrations, and so forth.

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Therion. An introduction of sorts.

Whilst I do not have the time or inclination to attempt to explain them at present, I thought I would take some time to explain one of the bands I regularly listen to and even base some of my fictions upon images I get whilst listening to. I refer, of course, to the Swedish symphonic doom metal band called Therion.

Some closing thoughts for the month.

July is an odd part of the year from my perspective. My mother was born in the last week of it, and I was diagnosed with diabetes exactly thirty years to that day. I have already resolved that if my dream of being in the Human trials for a cure for diabetes comes true, I will ask them to do that procedure on my mother’s birthday. She will “get it”.

Presentation effects everything you show to me, including cultures.

As is often my wont, I spent a few minutes having a think about aspects of my situation. That means every part of it, including the things I use to distract myself from it. And after one minor crap-exchange during a World Of Warcraft dungeon run with a very ignorant person that I and my party-mate of preference both disliked, I began to think to myself. What do the cultures that other people partake of look like to me, and why?

Excising a cancer.

Well, sometimes we write things that we look back upon and deeply regret. Sometimes, you get people latching on to what you have written and trying to use you as a sounding board for a number of daft ideas that circulate in their brain, such as it is.

And sometimes, when normalistic keyboard warriors write and tell you theirs is the only viewpoint or idea that counts, the manner in which they do so makes you utterly regret having mentioned them in your work or anything that you do. I think the word “disgust” is what I am looking for.

So the subject that this post used to be about will not feature here anymore. Why publicise someone who speaks to or about you in the manner these people have?

Why I have so much trouble with titling my work, or why titles are so important

Good evening, fans, friends, foes, and so on. Okay, I will knock off the whole Monsterpiece Theatre bullshit from this point and just give it to you straight. I have a lot of trouble with deciding upon titles, character names, place names, you name it. If it needs a name for the reader to identify it by, I have trouble with that.

Doom metal, Robert Heinlein, the Internet, a musing, and a reflection

In 1961, the Putnam Publishing Group published what has since been regarded by many as Robert Anson Heinlein‘s masterpiece. And amongst his work, this is saying quite a lot.