Oh noes
I iz out of Diet Dr. Pepper.
I iz out of Diet Dr. Pepper.
Avoid TV Tropes. That shit is like crack. I just wasted an hour following links in that morass of entertainment and snark.
I guess it’s video day here at Veil War. I’m a little spacey seeing as I haven’t left the beach house in four days and my fingers is achy.
As cool as that last video was, this one is infinitely cooler. In fact, it approaches the theoretical maximum coolness. If aliens or goblins or moon nazis invade the Earth, there’s always Bagger 288:
I’ve been following this for a couple years now, and it looks like it’s finally coming to fruition. A team of Finnish crowdsourced filmakers have made a movie about moon nazis invading the earth.
That is so full of awesome, just typing it made me tingle. Here’s the trailer:
Here’s the link to the Iron Sky page.
Plus, it’s got Udo Kier!
Some random news-type items:
Just a small note that may be of interest – we crossed the 10,000 unique page views line sometime yesterday. Thanks, to all of you.
Next stop: 10 million.
Alrighty then, the last of the rewrites is complete. My week has been more hectic than I had foreseen – culminating in today’s double-barreled awesomeness of visits to the dentist and the DMV.
You can read the new chapter here. Teaser:
The yellow line of the Veil was swallowed by an angry red gash that stretched across four nations. The red widened and engulfed the blue dots closest to the Veil. As the red advanced both north and south from the veil beachhead, it branched and bifurcated. Crimson tentacles reaching for American soldiers and Marines. Lewis had only seen snatches of this, on the run. Seeing it all at once, his intuition was confirmed. Those movements couldn’t be accidental, he thought. The whole thing was coordinated far too well.
We will resume more regular, regular weekly updates with next week’s Veil War Thursday.
For those keeping score at home, I’ll be taking next week off for an all expenses paid (by me) writing extravaganza. Totally isolated in an austere three bedroom, fully-furnished beach house, it is my goal to write most of the rest of the novel. Absent interruptions by wife, children and work – I believe this to be a feasible goal. Most of the story is plotted out, so all I need to do is write it down. That’s the theory anyway; and at the very least I should be able to make significant progress.
As always, please feel free to point out typos, infelicities of thought, fact, or style or just say that you love my story and want to bear its children.