ZOMFG Dinosaurs!

Finally, my copy arrived! I have been wanting to pick up a copy of Xenozoic by Mark Schultz for over a month, but I couldn’t buy a copy before Christmas since it was on my list. But, all bets were off starting Dec. 26th. My local bookstore, Between Books, finally had more copies come in and I picked it up on my way to visit my grandfather in the hospital. Didn’t get a chance to crack cover ’til I got home on account of visiting and helping out my grandmother. But, now that I’m home… I am incredibly pleased.

Xenozoic was more than just a comic book for me. It was an entity unto itself. A fertile dreamscape where anything was possible. Reminiscent of Hal Foster in visual style, but hard and unyielding as Solomon Kane or Conan, it’s a land full of destroyed American cities, dinosaurs, intrigue, lost and dangerous technology, strange mutants and punching people (or exotic creatures) in the face. From the very first collection, better known as ‘Cadillacs and Dinosaurs’ to its final collection, ‘Time In Overdrive’ – and the left over issues that were left uncollected until now – I gained countless hours of enjoyment from this surreal landscape of ancient secrets, savage adventures and political maneuvering.

I’m planning on revisiting it whilst laundry is completed and bags are packed tomorrow. Perhaps it even comes out to Denver with me. It’s a big book though. It may have to wait until I return home. Don’t wanna damage this puppy.

Too Much Awesome

I have too many hobbies.

In addition to wanting to be a published writer, I have plenty of other time sucks to compete with this ambition. My hobbies are not exactly run of the mill. Sure, I play video games, but I avoid the MMO trap and could best be described as ‘the casual video gamer’ (odd considering I write game reviews pretty regular these days). I watch anime, but not nearly with the zeal of my early years. I read, but… okay, crap, I read a lot, but that’s not what I’m focusing on. One addiction at a time, kiddos. If I wrote about more than one, this would turn into something resembling a Homeric poem.

I love playing tabletop RPGs. And running them. And cracking open their settings guides. And generally losing myself in the details of their narratives. I’m presently looking at no fewer than two RPG nights per week (One for Rogue Trader, the other for Call of Cthulu/D&D 4th Edition) and I’m also looking to playtest or run one-offs for several other games (The Dresden Files, Gamma World and Pathfinder), or am also otherwise looking into other systems (DC Universe RPG).

This doesn’t even scratch the surface of the mania. I pick up Shadowrun supplements pretty much as they are released. Same goes for World of Darkness ‘core’ books (e.g. Vampire: the Requiem, Mage: the Awakening, Geist: the Sin-Eaters) and for other pet systems too many to enumerate. Between Books and The Days of Knights no doubt see me coming in for the majority of these purchases and could probably confirm the utter madness which is my gaming habit. I’m the guy that the marketing teams at Wizards and White Wolf have in mind when they update their games every couple of years. I’m the sucker who buys.

It’s getting so that I’ll eventually need to narrow all this gaming down if I ever want to get anything done.

It’s like picking which one of your children you’re going to abandon. I appreciate all of them, some more than others. They all bring me joy. But some of these have gotta get the axe.

I’ll admit, it’s kind of awesome to have this kind of problem. I am up to my nipples in game books which bring me a great deal of enjoyment. But I can’t swim through them like Scrooge McDuck does in his Moneybin (papercuts suck). I’m going to have to pick and choose.

I’ve resolved to try and cut back a little. Not to get too committed to anything else but what I am presently engaged in. But, it’s really hard not to. I want to write, spend time amongst social activities that do not involve dice and see my family.

If anyone has tips on surviving a massive time suck, I’m all ears.

Living In the Future

Well, we’re finally here. The future. Sort of. At the very least, we’re in the future where my younger, eight-year old self though would be the future. It’s not what I thought it would be in most respects, but the future is so rarely what we think it will be. Sci-fi and speculative fiction authors have been dreaming up our futures, but rarely do they hit anything solidly on the nose. Were we to listen to Bradbury we’d be taking rocket jaunts to Mars or driving cars that casually cruise at one hundred seventy miles per hour. More often than not we get the dystopian futures of the cyberpunk classicists, though we don’t seem to have the substance that seems to ooze from the chrome and neon of those worlds either, nor the man-machine interface to make us gods and ghosts in the machine. Most often, the future is working in a fabric and aluminum box and having kids. The experience varies, as do the number of kids, but for most people, I think that’s how it ends up.

But, there’s always new facets. The fantastic is around, but we discount it. When I pick up my iPad and do, well, just about anything on it, I am living in the future of my childhood. When I buy tickets for a concert on a computer, I’m living in that future. When I sit in our meeting room and look at people remotely in another city’s field office, I am living in the future. Flying cars? Frighteningly dangerous. Cybernetics? They’re crude, not streamlined and highly experimental – but here. Living in the stars? For the select few in superpower governments who can pass the physical to become an astronaut – but don’t count on it.

The future doesn’t have to be flashy; it just has to be here. It seems we push the limits of human knowledge daily, but the more things change, the more they stay the same. The new technologies simply seem to apply to the same old games. When someone makes some cyber-innovation, we turn it towards our human staples: commerce, social awareness and, most overwhelmingly, pornography (See the third quote down concerning when man first created fire). Same for any other technology really.

We’re not interested in making new things to explore new ways of life or to better society or civilization so much as we’re interested in making old things better by adding new depth and cobbling together new features. No one is looking to rock the boat – particularly not our corporate masters who love to remain on top – but to enforce the status quo by controlling the new technology. Look at all of the hot-button tech issues that the techno-savvy are concerned with: on-demand entertainment, DRM, anti-piracy, net neutrality. All of this is an outgrowth of existing technologies being advanced to keep things the way they’ve always been. There’s always a fringe working out ways around the system – and this fringe even produces success on occasion that work for a while – but the future is always guided by the hand of the present and the ideas of the past. In this aspect, living in the future kind of sucks.

Paints a kind of darker picture, doesn’t it? It’s certainly not the future in which men were liberated from suffering and in which science conquers society’s ills as many of the the early sci-fi authors hoped it would be. In a myopic world that focuses on the powerful staying in charge and the everyman beset by technological advances that both enlighten and ensnare in equal measure, is there hope for living in the future? One hopes so.

The technology of the past two decades have led to white hats and black hats hitting each other as hard as they can, with grey hats in the middle trying to make those new niches quickly and quietly enough to become one of the bigger players. Sometimes those ambitious techno-wizards become something great, and sometimes they become something terrible. And that’s actually a good thing. It’s the savvy few that are pushing things around, keeping the old guard busy. At the base of every solid structure, there are weeds growing out of the concrete that simply refuse to die. Sometimes the weeds grow into the structure only to be subsumed and made a part of the old guard, but sometimes – once in a great while – the weeds come to compromise the foundations, cracking the concrete and making room to displace what is.

Much like when humankind created guns, the technology of the future is here to stay until we find a way to reset our world (which is becoming more and more frighteningly possible). You can’t put genies back in their bottles, nor can you make technology or the future go away.

We’re living in the future. I hope you like it. Because it’s the one we got. And it’s the bed we’ve made for ourselves.

Return To Business As Usual

Well, the holidays are past me now. It’s time to stop eating like crazy, sleeping too late and generally lazing about. Time to put things in order.

This means planning out my times to write and reworking the schedule as stands. The more I look at it, the more I’m thinking of pulling some pub time out from the schedule and keeping my Gaming nights minimal. I may also cycle out Rogue Trader in favor of some Dungeons and Dragons/Pathfinder stuff in the future as well. We’ll see.

Ultimately, what I need to do is start scheduling writing time every day. I don’t know when this time will be yet, but it has to happen.

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