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Flicks I’d Like to See Made

The Kickstarter campaign for The Search for Count Dante failed, but I would still love to see this flick get made. The subject, John Keehan (aka Count Dante), was part of the crazy period of the martial arts world of the ’60s and ’70s, and he would have made a great comic book or pulp novel character.

I’ve also just learned there’s a Count Dante app on iTunes. 99c to help support the flick? I’m in. I was hoping it would include the actual Black Dragon Fighting Society book Count Dante peddled through comic books, but instead it has information about Count Dante, the film, and a few other bonuses like a jujitsu for women film from ’40s.

Meanwhile, the sample footage for the proposed The Goon flick is making the rounds again.

I don’t care who you are, the trailer sells itself. If goddamn Battleship can get green lit, how can The Goon not get just a portion of its budget?

Photo Friday: Mom’s Little Bird

What mom wouldn’t swoon at a photo like this?

Tball Bird

Little Bird after her t-ball opening game

It’s funny how I shoot several photos during the game for Photo Friday, yet it’s the quick candid on the way home that makes the grade. I suspect it’s because I’m just not trying too hard.

I’m also a bit disappointed in the performance of my Canon 55-250mm lens. It’s not bad, especially given its an entry-level lens, but I’ve noticed it just doesn’t get very sharp photos of subjects at longer distances. Granted I need to work on my sharpening skills in Photoshop and Lightroom, but I feel like I should be getting better results straight off the camera. If I start saving some bucks now, maybe I’ll have enough for a real lens by the time the rugrats get into high school sports.

Bonus photo: while one rugrat was playing baseball, another tried to sneak up and take me out.

Assassin

He tried to shoot me in the back!

He didn’t count on my keen powers of observation as he crept from tree to tree behind the bleachers, and my shutter finger beat his trigger finger. To his credit, though, none of the other families on the bleachers noticed. Solid Snake would be proud.

FINALLY 5K!

For the first time, I did a full 5K this evening. Hell yeah!

For the first time, I feel like I can actually finish this crazy Warrior Dash thing.

I’m not going to pretend it was a record-setting pace or a particularly outstanding run, only that for me it’s a milestone. My first lap or two I started to worry I didn’t wait long enough after dinner, as I’d started off better during my last run on Wednesday. However, by the end I kept telling myself “just one more lap” and decided I’d keep doing so until I knew I’d put three miles under my feet. Even better, while  my calves did start to lock up, by the end of the run they’d loosened back up and I had no problems.

Now I’m going to celebrate by doing the weight lifting workout I missed last night: arms and shoulders.

Also, a reminder: my Warrior Dash run is also an attempt to raise some cash for the St Jude Children’s Research Hospital. I’m a little over halfway to my goal of a mere $250. If you would like to help out, please click on over to my fundraising page. Thanks!

What Does a Story Look Like?

Book designer Chip Kidd recently presented at a TED Talk, and he shared the essential question he asks about every book before he starts working on its physical design: “What does the story look like?”

It’s a great and entertaining talk, one that designers will find interesting and anyone looking to self-publish their own work should watch to get an idea of how much thought can go into book design.

Around the 13:00 mark, though, Kidd says “Try experiencing that on a Kindle!” and starts to discuss the things that can’t be done with an e-book and the differences in the experience between a print book and an e-book. He makes some valid points, of course: I know few readers who haven’t smelled their books, relished the feel of deckled edges and raised type, or played around with die-cut dust jackets.

Can we say for certain, though, that e-books will never produce a related experience?

Right now, e-books are still in the gimmick stage. There are guys throwing short animations or sound effects into comics, embedding video in e-books, developing books that are interactive apps, and so forth. While they are cool things a book’s paper counterpart can’t do, they have yet to become an integral part of the story or a part of the experience of the book. Sure, it’s an experience with the iPad or the Kindle, but not necessarily with the book itself.

As much as I enjoyed Kidd’s presentation, I would love to see people like him turn their disdain for the e-book experience into a creative drive to elevate the e-book experience. It doesn’t have to replicate the paper experience (hell, maybe it shouldn’t), it just needs to bring its own experience. If the words on the screen aren’t enough, then shit, Chip, tell the damned software engineers what else you’d like them to do.

I bet Amazon and Apple will listen.

Smoke Blog: Davidoff Special R

I have yet to meet a Davidoff I didn’t like.

Tonight: the Davidoff Special R.

Davidoff Special R

This cigar came in a three-stick boxed set I received as a Christmas gift, so I’ve been sitting on it a while. I really needed a cigar Saturday night, and a good one, so I picked this one.

I didn’t think a lot about the flavor as I had a lot of other things on my mind. I remember it being medium-bodied, clean in taste, with maybe a little leather. I remember it not tunneling despite the wind coming right into my face, and in fact it still had a nice, conical cherry every time I tapped its ash (it’s as pleasant as it sounds dirty).

It was the right cigar at the right time, just as a premium brand like Davidoff should be. I just wish they were easier to come by around here, as I only have one left in the box.

I wonder what tonight’s weather is supposed to be like…

Smoking Under the Supermoon

It’s quiet in my neighborhood.

Almost too quiet.

The wind is steady and strong, blowing through the trees and drowning out even the toads and cicadas in the fields. An American flag flies over my neighbor’s driveway, and it snaps and pops in the breeze while the orange streetlamp shines through its stars and bars. After that it’s just the sound of the living room stereo streaming tunes through the window behind me.

“Hey now, hey now now, sing this corrosion to me…”

I’m sitting under this year’s Supermoon with a Davidoff cigar. It’s a half hour before the first car comes down the street, a dark blue, late model Mustang with a throaty growl from under the hood. It pulls over three doors down and seconds later a pickup backs out of the drive. They roll off up the street together.

The kid in me says there are no drivers; they’re two Transformers heading out to kick some ass. Are they Autobots? Decepticons? Either way, it’s gonna be epic.

The crime/horror writer in me says they’ve got devious work planned. Someone, somewhere, is about to have a very bad night.

The displaced, suburb-raised dad that I am? He knows better. Local teens off to waste gas because there ain’t shit else to do around here.

Five minutes later the county deputy drives by. Someone wearing red riding shotgun. A ride-along, maybe. Neither of them so much as glances in my direction. Hope the ride-along is prepared for all the quiet and nothing.

That’s not to say this place doesn’t have its share of secrets. The paper may be full of small-town politics and fluff pieces about what’s happening at the school or the nursing home, but there’s still a crime blotter. Most of it is elsewhere in the county, but there’s the occasional local possession charge. Or warrant served. Or domestic battery arrest. The divorce listings tend to be longer than the marriage listings.

All signs of secrets bubbling and festering beneath the veneer. They’re not the dark secrets Writer Mike may conjure, but there are secrets nonetheless. From time to time one will break out into the open and make the shift from secret to scandal, something to be whispered about in watering holes and at water coolers. Then it will fade away, and things will be quiet again.

Almost too quiet.

Not that it stops me from writing about places like this. What am I writing, you ask? Well. That would be telling.

Photo Friday: Corona Ritas and the Scare Bear

Never did get around to posting last week’s Photo Friday entry, so I’ll tack it on to this week’s.

First up, an example of how the real writing work gets done:

Corona Rita

Yes, both glasses are mine. Why do you ask?

This is an improved shot from the night Cullen Bunn and I got together to chat about the writing biz and do some brainstorming. There in the foreground you can see my trusty Moleskine notebook. Nothing fuels a night of brainstorming like a few drinks, a belly full of tacos, and pencil in hand.

The Cerveza Rita, aka Corona Rita, is mighty tasty, by the way. Mix up a margarita, upend a bottle of beer in it, and drink up. As the level of the margarita drops, the beer starts to pour in. It mixes for a bit, until pretty soon you’re just drinking the last of the beer. If you’re the type of person who likes a lime in your Corona, I would suggest asking the bartender to drop it in the bottle before upending the bottle into the margarita glass.

This, by the way, was the small Cerveza Rita. (Hey, we’d just polished off a pitcher of the regular stuff.) They make a regular size with a regular bottle of Corona, and they make a large which is big enough for two bottles of Corona. Drink up!

This week’s photo is once again off the smartphone:

Scare Bear

Scare Bear attack!

Little Bird is so bad ass, she chases bears up tress!

We’ve seen this a statue a few times before, but this is the first I came up with this idea. Once again I’m reminded to carry my Digital Rebel with me more often. Sometime I’ll go back and re-shoot this with the Rebel, but we had fun with this oen and for now it stays in the set.

In other news, another hellacious work week has come to an end. I think I’m finally through the worst of it and I can get some real work (otherwise known as writing) done for a change.

Pulse Check

Yes, I’m alive.

It’s been a long week, followed by a long weekend of travel.

This happened:

Cerveza Rita!

BRILLIANT!

I enjoyed it with Cullen Bunn, who deserved to celebrate because this happened:

The Sixth Gun vol 3

You must buy it.

My copy arrived from Amazon today. I may crack it open tonight.

The Cerveza Rita/Corona Rita followed a night of Irish Car Bombs. A night in which I intended to be a good boy, but B had a bad day and a birthday and there was much commiseration and celebration (and he got his ass handed to him by a waitress).

Like I said, long weekend.

Also, I saw these:

Brand new classics.

Homina homina homina

Brand spankin’ new with the 103 engine. I kept hoping the owners would come out while we were waiting, see if I couldn’t try one for fit, or at least hear them fire them up. Lenore’s a good bike, but her engine doesn’t hold a candle to the 103 and she isn’t made for long hauls.

My son kept eyeballing that Ninja in the right of the fame. We explained to him the error of his ways. “But Dad, it’s called a Ninja!” Some kids have to learn the hard way. We can only hope he’ll figure it out when he sees the insurance quotes.

We have three weeks of school left, so things will quiet down soon. Then I can get back to some real business around here. Photo Friday pics were taken, some writing got done, but for now I figured I’d best close out April with something on the page.

More later.

Smoke Blog: Perdomo Gran Cru

Nothing cures a crap day like a good cigar.

Perdomo: cure for a crap day.

So I used a photo filter. The lighting sucked.

The Perdomo Grand Cru is a Cuban seed blend, and judging by the size and color of this bad boy it was a Grand Epicure (vs Churchill, etc.) with a natural wrapper. The moment I went to light it I tasted hints of cocoa, and it burned clean and even with plenty of smoke and a mild flavor.

It had a strange, thorny lump under the cap, probably a twist in a leaf or a stem, which felt uncomfortable on occasion but didn’t ruin the experience by a long shot. I spent about an hour and a half with it, until it went out on its own in the last two inches. While it did not turn harsh, I could see it had tunneled some and was probably done, so I tossed it.

But honestly, a lot of that didn’t matter today. I just needed to sit and relax.

The day job has been kicking my ass since early last week, including over the weekend, making it tough to get anything else done. I could easily have spent a big portion of Saturday there if I hadn’t already had plans for the annual Peoria Jaycees Beer Fest. It was a good chance to go out on the porch, kick back, and flip through a Harley-Davidson catalog I had picked up at the International Motorcycle Show in February.

Edits are back in my hands for Lie with the Dead, the cover for an upcoming anthology showed up in my inbox this afternoon, and I’ve got a screenplay to finish, as well as a handful of other projects waiting in the wings. Just a few more days of this testing nonsense at the day gig and I’ll be able to get back on track and re-examine the exit strategy.

I can almost taste the freedom.

Photo Friday: My Ladies

It’s been an insane week at work. Spare moments were spent wrestling with viruses and server headaches. As such, no camera time.

Friday, however, I had things mostly locked down and I took the family out for pizza (before returning yet again to work to follow up on a few things, and then spend a little more time at home logged in to a web server to wrap up—argh). While there, I snapped this photo of the Wife and Little Bird.

My Ladies

This is what makes it all worth while.

I first shot the photo with Instagram, the service which recently made the news thanks to a billion-dollar acquisition by Facebook. I’d been waiting for Instagram on Android for a while, and the Instagram version of this photo has a subtle filter applied.

I’m mixed on Instagram. For the social aspect, Instagram is far more active than picplz and Lightbox. From the first day I saw more activity on Instagram than any photo on the other services, despite all three of them having the ability to post photos to Twitter and Facebook.

Lightbox seems to have made improvements since I last used it a year ago, but I haven’t done more than play with it a little. picplz has better filter handling than Instagram in terms of seeing what a filter might do before the user clicks on it, though it has fewer filters available (the second half of picplz’s filters are the same as the first half, only with borders removed). That’s not a complaint, mind, as it cuts down on confusion and overuse.

I also don’t like that Instagram doesn’t post to Flickr. They seem to want photos to stay on Instagram and be shared from there, driving all traffic through their site. Yes, that’s how business works, but neither Lightbox nor picplz seem to have a problem with granting me ownership of my own photos. In fact, picplz even allows me to upload my photos directly to my Dropbox account.

So I’m torn. Instagram nails the social aspect, but it sucks having to repost photos to other services. Maybe Facebook will force some stupid changes on Instagram and make my decision for me.

In the meantime, people, lay off with the filters. Yes, some of the filters can make some photos look great. However, slapping a burned-out red filter over a shite photo of nothing doesn’t make it look old and kitschy, it makes it look like an even bigger pile of shite. There’s a reason the photography world has moved on.

I realize Instagram is trying to reproduce the old feel of the Polaroid instant cameras. This is why they have the square crop, too. Yet if you shot the same photo with an actual Polaroid instant camera, you’d say “Wow, this is garbage.” Why is it hip to post a digital reproduction of the same garbage to Twitter?

Stop it.

Candids are great. Shoot your food, shoot random objects on your desk, shoot nothing, knock yourself out. Part of the instant appeal is instant sharing. Just keep in mind, while not everything has to be art, not every candid needs a filter.

Smoke Blog: Tatuaje Wolfman

I had too much going on to make it up to C2E2 over the weekend, but I did manage to find the time to sit down for a cigar. I visited a friend with two of the limited edition Tatuaje Wolfman sticks I purchased last Halloween, and we discussed some business over a good smoke.

This is the second Halloween release I tried from Tatuaje, the follow-up to 2010′s The Face, which I thoroughly enjoyed. That memory gave me high expectations for the Wolfman, and after my usual winter difficulties with the humidor, I worried I’d ruined the three Wolfman smokes I purchased. Undeterred by the brisk Spring winds coming off the Illinois River, I touched my lighter to the rough, beard-like foot of The Wolfman and braced myself for the worst.

The Wolfman

"Smoke up, lady!"

Wow. Spicy dark chocolate comes to mind with this bad boy. A very bold, full-bodied flavor, harsh on light but quickly settling into a robust, pleasant smoke. I botched the light in the wind and fought an uneven burn though much of the smoke, but it never went out. It had a richer profile than I recall from The Face, which I felt was the right way to handle it: new year, new blend/flavor.

I wish I knew what filler and wrapper they used, but the Tatuaje website doesn’t list The Wolfman in the Limited Release section. I feel like there was a Cameroon leaf in there somewhere, which is not normally a favorite of mine. If I’m correct, it worked in this blend. Once again I find myself thinking I need to seek out the Tatuaje brand in a cigar shop or online.

I’m going to save the third Wolfman for a celebratory occasion, probably the turning in of the final draft of Lie with the Dead. I plan to take it indoors, too, to see how much more enjoyable it may be without the wind to tangle with.

I’m already looking forward to what Tatuaje does for Halloween this year.

Photo Friday: Kobudo

Once again we have a photo taken on Friday, but not posted until Saturday due to my schedule. I once again shot photos during graduation at my karate dojo, and I rather like this photo of fellow karateka Bob Terry performing a bo (staff) kata called Shushi No Kon Sho.

Bob Sukui

This covering movement gets one clear of an opponent's weapon

I stuck with my Canon 50mm 1.8 prime lens during the graduation, and this time had an additional challenge of a couple of burned-out lights in the ceiling. After a few tweaks to white balance to several of the photos, though, I was happy. Next time I may camp out on the other side of the dojo, though, as much of the action came a bit close for the lens to capture.

The rest of the set can be found on Flickr.