ABEHM
A Brown Eyed Handsome Man

Monday January 5, 2004

Okay. I’m going to try not to dwell on HeroClix in such excruciating detail with this entry, but as HeroClix related stuff is pretty much all I’ve done in the last week or so since Christmas, this may be a short entry. Which will doubtless be a relief to the many many SAS’ers out there who have bitterly complained to me in the past that my blog entries are just too goddam lengthy for them to be able to read. (SAS = Short Attention Span, BTW.)

Let’s see. Mike Norton’s new package, with many lovely figs, showed up on Saturday. I won’t bore you with what Paul and I got, except to say that we both got a lot of stuff we specifically wanted, and Mike is a very generous guy, since a lot of the stuff he sent is from Clobbering Time, an out of production booster set that we can no longer find anywhere around here.

We did make that trip into Tampa on Sunday as planned, which was fun, sort of. Big Top Flea Market did indeed have a stand selling collectibles, including clix, and I spent every cent I took with me improving my collection with several figures I really wanted… and then I lost my mind and did what I’d vowed I would never do in this game, and used my debit card to pick up a Unique figure for $15 that I REALLY wanted. It’s a nice sculpt and has good powers, but $15 for a tiny little figurine… I am sadly out of control. Paul would have bought a $12 Unique if he’d had the money, but he didn’t.

I will note that the woman running the stall annoyed me, since I’d brokered a deal between her and Scott to trade Scott’s two Unique figs that he had on him (well, he left them in the truck) for a DC Starter Set Scott badly wanted and that we hadn’t been able to find elsewhere. She said she’d do it, and we walked all the way out to the truck, got the figs, and went all the way back… and she reneged, obviously having had time to think better of it.

I can understand to one extent the business sense that led her to making that decision, since it was obvious from her reaction to me buying my Unique that she rarely sells Unique figs, and so, having thought it over, she probably wouldn’t be wild about the idea of getting two more Uniques that wouldn’t move in exchange for a starter set she almost certainly would sell eventually for cash.

However, on the other hand, I’d spent $30 on figs and it simply seems to me to be bad business to break a promise to a customer who has spent that much money on little pieces of plastic within the last half hour. She didn’t lose my business because she does have the cheapest prices in Tampa on boosters and sets, and her single prices on figs ain’t bad for the cheap ones. But she pissed Scott off royally and he’ll buy all his stuff at Hooked On Comics from now on, and he’s been spending a lot of money on these things, so she made a poor choice there.

After the Flea Market we all headed into Tampa proper (Big Top is in Temple Terrace, which is Tampa, sorta, but Temple Terrace people say it isn’t and they’re snotty about it). I got dropped at a Border’s to spend my Christmas gift card from Sean and Erica while Paul and Scott went on to Hooked On Comics. (There are other reasons not to take me to Hooked On Comics having to do with a past incident between me and HOC’s trollish proprietor, but there’s no reason to go into that here.) The Border’s Scott dropped me at was without a doubt the lousiest Border’s I’ve ever seen, with a piss poor SF/fantasy section and a pretty lousy selection of graphic novels, too.

My experience with bookstores is that Barnes & Noble’s is by far superior at nearly all their locations in terms of selection and service, and this Borders did nothing to make me re-think that. At every Borders location I’ve ever been in, one ends up with a choice… rude employees, or simply incompetent ones who don’t know a goddam thing and can’t help you to save their life despite the fact that they’ve been stashed behind the Customer Service counter, probably to keep them from breaking stuff or accidentally setting something on fire elsewhere.

At this location it was the latter; I went up to the Customer Service counter three times with questions or requests, and on all three occasions it was just a waste of effort on my part. Still, I’ll admit that Borders does separate their annoyingly impolite and deliberately unhelpful employees from their simply inept ones well; all the employees at this location seemed to genuinely want to help me and to find it distressing that they could not, apparently, tell their asses from a hole in the ground even with illustrations and a diorama.

Mind you, if I have to choose between being glared witheringly at, as if I’m something unconscionable that no truly civilized culture would allow to walk the streets like a normal human being, simply because I ask a question, and being given embarrassed, baffled, hopeless and pleading looks in response to me asking a question, well, I’ll take the latter. But I’d rather just have someone at a Customer Service counter who can actually service me, the customer.

I mean, if that’s an option.

Which it doesn’t seem to be at Borders.

Anyway. I ended up finding an interesting sounding novel by Michael Kube-McDowell, but didn’t buy it, because I also found the last book in Thomas Harlan’s interesting OATH OF EMPIRE series, and the grim truth of the matter is, you cannot buy two full price paperbacks for $15 any more, and I had spent every last cent of actual cash I had on figs, so the gift card was all there was. I ended up putting the Kube-McDowell book back, and getting a cheap copy ($4.99) of George R.R. Martin’s first WILD CARDS collection, which I once owned, long long ago, and remember liking, at least, some of the stuff in it.

Speaking of George R.R. Martin, I just went out and checked his website, and yes, the pathetic worthless no good goddam dweebweezel still can’t get his thumb out of his ass and finish A FEAST FOR CROWS, which is especially aggravating, because he isn’t supposed to be WRITING anything called A FEAST FOR CROWS, he’s supposed to be writing A DANCE WITH DRAGONS, but instead, he just had to do a whole ‘nother umpty-thousand page installment in this fucking eternally blathering fantasy series he’s just fucking torturing me with before he gets around to writing A DANCE WITH DRAGONS. So, yes, this fucking fantasy series has at least two installments left in it, one of which Martin apparently simply can’t finish despite the fact that he claims he’s constantly writing away at it (jesus FUCK, I wrote SIX NOVELS OVER THE LAST TWO YEARS, Martin, you wanker), the other of which will doubtless be finished seventy years in the future, if then, by Martin’s designated literary heir’s designated literary heir.

If I seem annoyed, well, I am. I, and about a million other people, have been waiting, not for THIS installment, but for what now turns out to be the NEXT installment, for many many years now. It’s just frickin’ AGGRAVATING.

I know, there’s a way to look at this as good… if Martin’s writing so slowly, he’d obviously doing a good job, and anyway, if he came up with so much extra material to add into a story and a fictional world I love as much as I love this one that he had to put off A DANCE WITH DRAGONS for another ten or twenty years, well, that’s just more good stuff, right?

And this is, without a doubt, the most brilliantly conceived and evoked fantasy series I’ve ever read.

But I am not a patient person, and I WANT THE FUCKING BOOKS NOW.

All right, enough of that. Let’s see, what else…

Paul and Scott are getting irritatingly good at playing HeroClix, and I’m starting to lose games to them. Of course, we’re playing longer games with bigger teams and more actions per turn, necessitating that we play with time limits, which often means we don’t finish games and the person who gets the first, or biggest, kill in the shortest time wins… not at all the same as being the person who manages to outmaneuver and destroy the opposing team winning, as we’d been playing before. I think I’ll suggest going back to some lower point value teams, so we can finish some games.

I finished rereading A Horse And His Boy yesterday and will start rereading The Magician’s Nephew today. Since I never trouble myself to even try rereading the meandering, baffling, grim, utterly depressing and totally disappointing The Last Battle when I reread my Narnia books, that means I’ll be through these soon and can start something else… probably re-acquainting myself with the Wild Cards universe, or maybe staring The Dark Lord, that Thomas Harlan book I mentioned earlier.

It’s very disappointing to get through The Silver Chair, however, and realize forcibly that this is the last time I’ll be reading any adventures of the ‘modern’ Narnia kids… the Pevensies, Eustace, and Jill. Horse and Nephew are both flashback books, and each are utterly delightful in their own very different ways (and the Pevensie kids are in Horse, briefly, sort of), but Lewis does such good characterization that I’m just left wanting to know more about Peter, Susan, Lucy, Edmund, Eustace, and Jill… and I never can, because C.S. Lewis is dead now, and anyway, the characters all do show up in The Last Battle, where Lewis does utterly aggravating and unacceptably horrible things to them, which is one large reason I never re-read The Last Battle (the other one being it’s a badly written, terribly plotted book that makes absolutely no sense even where it’s not doing intolerable things to some of my favorite fictional buddies).

So it’s always kind of sad, getting to The Magician’s Nephew and realizing that the Chronicles of Narnia are about to come to a close… and, in fact, the modern day, sequential Chronicles, in which Eustace and Jill should at least have one more adventure coming to them (at LEAST, I mean, the Pevensies got to stay in Narnia for decades on their first trip, and then come back at least one additional time each) ended with The Silver Chair.

Ideally, the Chronicles of Narnia should be some wonderful ongoing series, with a steadily aging but never declining C.S. Lewis doing a new one every year or so.

Instead, though, we’ll just get Harry Potter books, more and more of them every year, until there are no trees left and we all asphyxiate on our own carbon dioxide and alien archaeologists sometime in the future, poking through the rubble of our lost civilizations, can only construct strange, wild, complex conjectures about the odd religion we were apparently all fanatically obsessed with that led us to utterly deforest our own planet so we could keep printing more and more volumes of Holy Writings on material manufactured out of the murdered carcasses of our world’s natural atmospheric purification system.

I never met C.S. Lewis, but I will say this… J.K. Rowling, you are no C.S. Lewis, ma’am.

And FUCK Tuxedo Slack and all his asshole ilk who love Harry Potter but just can’t get into the Chronicles of Narnia. Cretins. If ever there was an argument for a National Trephining Service, it has to be people like that.

Okay, let’s get away from the hostility for a moment and thank Mike Norton and Tammy Ruplinger for their recent emails, and all those who hung comments on my last couple of excruciatingly geeked out HeroClix installments, as well. Y’all are the salt of the Earth. Of course, I’ve never been certain that the Earth needs salt, just as I am completely baffled as to how happy clams really are… but never mind, never mind. Comments are good. Email is good. I appreciate those who provide me with both, at least, I do if you’re not the son of some deposed African minister who wants to deposit several million dollars into my bank account. (But if you are, give it up. I’m just too cynical and I’m simply not going to give you my bank account number. If I’m missing out on a huge finder’s fee by being so surly and unwilling to trust, well, it’s a problem I’ll work on in my next incarnation.)

Oh, yeah, Chad and Mel gave me a pecan log for Christmas. I’d never had one before, but I just tried mine, and it’s nummy. So thanks, Chad and Mel.

And now it’s time for me to gibber like a loon for a paragraph or so:

Yarf! Wokka wokka! How ‘bout those Mets, huh? Say, I read this thing in the paper the other day where Ben Affleck is proud that he made the writers of PAYCHECK change his character’s dialogue so that his character likes the Mets instead of the Red Sox. He said he just couldn’t stand to give a line like “I really love the Red Sox”. I mean, geez, Ben, heard of something called ACTING? But never mind that, I figure when Ben and Britney both get their divorces they can marry each other or at least act as if they’re going to and everyone can talk about ‘Bentney’ for a while. Won’t that be fun? Plus there’s a new AMERICAN IDOL starting soon, yay! Maybe Rupert from SURVIVOR can get a job as a panelist replacing that annoying Randy guy. “Dude, you SUCK,” says Rupert, “but don’t sweat it, I can’t fuckin’ sing a note either… oh, shit, I can’t say ‘fuckin’ on TV, can I? Goddam, I bet they just fucking bleeped me, the assholes.”

Okay, I’m done.


RULES OF THE ROAD

In one of his many invaluable essays on life in Hollywood, Mark Evanier described his first meeting with legendary TV comic and icon Milton Berle. Upon being introduced to Uncle Miltie and shaking hands with him, Mark, who is a pretty witty guy, blurted out without even thinking about it, “Wow, I didn’t recognize you in men’s clothing”. According to Mark, this soured Uncle Miltie on him from that point forward, because Mark had broken Rule Number One When Hanging With Milton Berle, namely, Never Be Funnier Than Milton Berle.

I’m reminded of that anecdote now.

Recent experiences at Electrolite being pretty much entirely similar if not completely identical to my previous experiences at Uppity-Negro.com and TampaTantrum.com, I thought I’d take the time to extrapolate whatever wisdom there is to find in the whole mess. Here’s The Deal, as far as I can see:

If you want to make friends and influence people when you head out onto the blogging trail, at least, as regards your posting comments on other people’s blogs, you MUST NOT:

(a) seem smarter than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(b) be funnier than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(c) be a better writer than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(d) be correct when you point out some manner in which the person writing the blog you are posting comments to was wrong, and/or

(e) Upset The Wimmenfolk On The Blog.

Rule E comes mostly out of my experiences with Aaron Hawkin’s Uppity-Negro blog. He gets a lot of female posters and like any of us male geeks would be in that admirable position, he is thoroughly whipped by them. If a new reader comes along and does anything whatsoever to offend the babes on Aaron’s blog, that new reader can expect a cold shoulder from Aaron roughly the size of the Greenland glacier. I don’t really blame Aaron for this; for a male geek, positive female attention is a jewel beyond price, and if I ever had any women posting to my blog who weren’t related to me by marriage, I’d most likely dance and sing like a puppet on a string when they cracked the lash, too.

I should add to this that I’ve learned, from Electrolite, that one Must Not Be Whimsical, Oblique, or Overly Geeky When Posting To A Big Important Political Marketplace of Ideas Type Blog, because those guys just have no time for Theodore Marley Brooks or Cornelus van Lunt references, regardless of how amusing or entertaining you and some others may find them.

Now, I am posting this to point out that while these may be the universal Rules of the Road on other blogs (and as far as I can see, they are, indeed, pretty much universal) you can ignore them here. I don’t care if you:


(a) seem smarter than I am, I like people who are smarter than I am, as long as they’re not jerks about it;

(b) are funnier than I am, then I get to laugh at your witty remarks, and hey, that’s all good;

(c) are a better writer than I am. Although I’m in a peculiar place as regards writing skills; good enough to be better than nearly all the amateurs out there, not good or lucky enough to be a professional at it. So if you are a better writer than I am, you are probably a professional writer and therefore do not have time to post comments on other people’s blogs, so this probably doesn’t matter, as relates to this blog;

(d) correct my mistakes; unlike apparently 95% of the remainder of the human race, I am under no illusions as to my own infallibility and simply don’t care if someone points out that I am wrong about something. Being wrong about things does not strike me as either a character flaw or a shameful embarrassment; we are all wrong about a lot of things every day of our lives, and that’s just how that works;

(e) Upset My Wimmenfolk. Well, actually, I shouldn’t say I don’t care if you upset my wimmenfolk, I do, the very thought deeply offends me. However, it’s just that the wimmenfolk at this point on this blog are my mom, my cuz in law, and my sister in law, and if you do something to upset them, I strongly doubt the authorities finding what’s left of you will be able to identify you without a DNA comparison. My mom, and any woman who marries any of the males in this family and stays married to him for any length of time, are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. So offend them all you want; it’s a self correcting problem.

Oh, and I like geeky references and would just adore whimsical, cleverly elliptical posts to my comment threads, although I suspect I’d get annoyed if someone started posting a whole lot of Harry Potter-speak here, just for one example.

If there is a universal rule on this blog, it is quite simply, Do Not Be A Bigger Asshole Than The Blogger. In fact, if you can avoid it (and most of my small number of regular posters avoid it with style and panache) Don’t Be An Asshole At All. I am quite a big enough asshole myself to supply all the assholiness necessary for any blog, and I will continue to keep this blog well furnished with stupid remarks, doltish mistakes, whiney rationalizations, and defensive recriminations by the ton lot, there can be no doubt. You need bring none of your own asshole nature with you, I have plenty and am always willing to share.


THE INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER

By generally accepted social standards, I'm not a likable guy. I'm not saying that to get cheap reassurances. It's simply the truth. I regard many social conventions in radically different ways than most people do, I have many many controversial opinions, and I tend to state them pretty forthrightly. This is not a formula for popularity in any social continuum I've ever experienced.

In my prior blogs, I took the fairly standard attitude: if you don't like my opinions or my blog, don't read the fucking thing.

Having given that some more thought, though, I'm not going to say that this time around, because I've realized that what this is basically saying is, 'if you don't like what I have to say, tough, I don't want to hear it, don't even bother to tell me, just go away'.

And that's actually a pretty worthless attitude. It's basically saying, 'I don't want to hear anything except unconditional agreement and approval'. And that's nonsense. This is still a free country... for a little while longer, anyway... and if you really feel you just gotta send me a flame, or post one on my comment threads (assuming they actually work, which I cannot in any way guarantee) then by all means, knock yourself out.

Unless your flame is exceptionally cogent, witty, or stylish, though, I will most likely ignore it. You do have a right to say anything you want (although I'm not sure that's a right when you're doing it in my comment threads, but hey, you can certainly send all the emails you want). However, I have an equal right not to read anything I don't feel like reading... and I'm really quick with the delete key... as various angry folks have found in the past, when they decided they just had to do their absolute level best to make me as miserable as possible.

So, if you don't like my opinions, feel free to say so. However, if I find absolutely nothing worthwhile in your commentary, I will almost certainly not respond to it in any way.

Stupidity, ignorance, intolerance... these things are only worth my time and attention if they're entertaining. So unless you can be stupid, ignorant, and/or intolerant with enough wit, style, and/or panache to amuse me... try to be smart, informed, and broad minded when you write me.


 

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Pen-Elayne on the Web

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Pop Culture Gadabout

Why Not? (A Blog By David Fiore)

Vanessa’s Blog

Bored and Broke

If anyone else out there has linked me and you don't find your blog or webpage here, drop me an email and let me know! I'm a firm believer in the social contract.

BROWN EYED HANDSOME ARTICLES OF NOTE:

Buffy Lives! Her Series Dies! And Why I Regard It As A Mercy Killing..

ROBERT A. HEINLEIN, MARK EVANIER & ME: Robert Heinlein's Influence on Modern Day Superhero Comics

KILL THEM ALL AND LET NEO SORT THEM OUT: The Essential Immorality of The Matrix

HEINLEIN: The Man, The Myth, The Whackjob

BILL OF GOODS: The Words of A Heinlein Fan Like Nearly Every Other Heinlein Fan I've Ever Met, But More Polite

FIRST RAPE, THEN PILLAGE, THEN BURN: S.M. Stirling shows us terror... in a handful of alternate histories

DOING COMICS THE STAINLESS STEVE ENGLEHART WAY!by "John Jones" (that's me, D. Madigan), & Jeff Clem, with annotations by Steve Englehart

JOHN JONES: THREAT OR MENACE!

FUNERAL FOR A FRIENDSHIP

Why I Disliked Carol Kalish And Don't Care If Peter David Disagrees With Me

MARTIAN VISION, by John Jones, the Manhunter from Marathon, IL

BROWN EYED HANDSOME GEEK STUFF:

Doc Nebula's Phantasmagorical Fan Page!

The Fantasy Worlds of Jeff Webb

THE OMNIVERSE TIMELINE

World Of Empire Fantasy Roleplaying Campaign

The Jeff Webb Art Site

S.M. Stirling

BROWN EYED HANDSOME FICTION (mostly):

NOVELS: [* = not yet written]

Universal Maintenance

Universal Agent*

Universal Law*

Time Watch

Endgame

Earthquest

Earthgame*

Warren's World

Warlord of Erberos

Return to Erberos*

ZAP FORCE #1: ROYAL BLOOD

Memoir:

In The Early Morning Rain

Short Stories:

Positive

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Leadership

Talkin' 'bout My Girl

No Good Angel

No Time Like The Present

Pursuit of Happiness

The Last One

Pursuit of Happiness

Return To Sender

Halo

Primogenitor

Alleged Humor:

Ask A Bastard!

On The Road Again

Meeting of the Mindless

Star Drek

THE ADVENTURES OF FATHER O'BRANNIGAN

Fan Fic:

The Captain and the Queen

A Day Unlike Any Other (Iron Mike & Guardian)

DOOM Unto Others! (Iron Mike & Guardian)

Starry, Starry Night(Iron Mike & Guardian)

A Friend In Need (Blackstar & Guardian)

All The Time In The World(Blackstar)

The End of the Innocence(Iron Mike & Guardian)

And Be One Traveler(Iron Mike & Guardian)

BROWN EYED HANDSOME COMICS SCRIPTS & PROPOSALS:

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AMAZONIA by D.A. Madigan & Nancy Champion (7 pages final script)

AMAZONIA (Alternate Draft 1)

AMAZONIA (Alternate Draft 2)

AMAZONIA (World Timeline)

TEAM VENTURE by Darren Madigan and Mike Norton

FANTASTIC FOUR 2099, by D.A. Madigan!

BROWN EYED HANDSOME CARTOONS:

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN PAGE!

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN, PAGE 2!

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN, PAGE 3!

WEIRD WAR COMICS COVER ART.

ULTRASPEED!

Help Us, Batman...

JLA Membership drive

Don't Leave Us, Batman...!

Ever wondered what happened to the World's Finest Super-team?

Two heroes meet their editor...

At the movies with some legendary Silver Age sidekicks...

What really happened to Kandor...

Ever wondered how certain characters managed to get into the Legion of Superheroes?

A never before seen panel from the Golden Age of Comics...

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