Showing posts with label Nothing More. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nothing More. Show all posts
Saturday, January 3, 2026
Thursday, June 29, 2023
Dear Aunt Ruth 2023
Dear Aunt Ruth,
Thank you so much for the $20 check you sent me for my
birthday. A little extra money will always be helpful to me. My kitty girl
Piper had to go to the vet and the bill took a lot out of me. But she’s very
much worth every penny. I love petting her and listening to her purr while she
rubs her head against me. I hope to keep her for a long, long time even though
she’s in her elder years now. She’s my little grandma kitty!
In a year full of creative burnout and generally low
productivity, I did manage to find some silver linings in the first half of
2023. One of them was a rock concert in Seattle put on by Nothing More with
Crown the Empire and Thousand Below opening for them. I had no idea who the
openers were prior to going, but they delivered when it came to putting on a
damn good show. I hope to own their entire discographies someday. Nothing More
(yes, that is their band name) brought out the big guns with their energetic
performances and emotional brand of rock and roll. They even have a machine
made out of auto parts called the Scorpion Tail, which is used to create
electronic sounds and basically give the lead singer something to go crazy on.
This was my third time seeing Nothing More, with the previous two times being
when they opened for Papa Roach in 2018 and opened for Ghost in 2019. Now that
they had the stage all to themselves, they proved why they deserved to be
headliners for many years to come. The fact that Nothing More has so little
exposure just makes them criminally underrated. Anyone who likes heavy rock and
roll should give them a listen. They won’t regret it.
But of course, not all of my silver linings can be about
going out in public and mingling with strangers. Sometimes my introversion
takes over and I need a good book to read. One of those good books was a
collection of poetry and photography by Rachel Oates called “Reflections on
Healing”. If you don’t know who she is, she’s a British Youtuber who make video
essays about feminism, left-wing politics, atheism, and sometimes book reviews.
She also occasionally shows off pictures of her Staffy dog Kyra, who has these saggy
jowls and a permanently happy face. As good as Rachel’s poetry is in her book, the
subject matter was incredibly heavy as it dealt with topics like psychological
trauma, domestic violence, and growing up poor to name a few. But even with
these difficult parts of her past, Rachel Oates has grown up to be a loving and
kind human being, forever breaking the cycle of all the evil things that have
happened to her. We celebrate cycle-breakers in this family, so her book gets
five stars out of five, no question about it. Because the book contains poetry and
it’s less than a hundred pages long, the reading experience goes by quickly,
but the emotional connection stays with you forever.
Another book I read over the summer was a graphic novel
called “Ghostbusters: Spectral Shenanigans, Vol. 1”. If you’ve ever watched a
Ghostbusters movie before, then you know what you’re going to get out of this
book: smart-ass characters, paranormal goodness, and a nice combination of
comedy and drama. What fascinates me a lot about the Ghostbusters franchise as
a whole is the names of the lead characters: Peter Venkmann, Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler,
and Winston Zeddemore. I don’t know how the creators of the franchise came up with
these names, but the style is definitely something you associate with Ghostbusters.
Same thing when the 2016 all-female movie came out and had characters named Erin
Gilbert, Abby Yates, Jillian Holtzmann, and Patty Tolan. Yep, those sound like
Ghostbuster names to me. As an author myself, character names are interesting
to me. I sure as hell won’t have any of my fictional characters be named John
Smith or Jack Anderson. Boring! Anyways, before I get lost in my tangent, the
graphic novel gets an easy five stars out of five. It was good, simple fun that
didn’t appear to have any major flaws that I’m aware of. Sometimes that’s all a
book has to be: good, simple fun.
The progress on my own writing has been slow due to constant
burnout, but then again, resting up is just as important as the work itself.
That’s something I have to constantly remind myself every time I feel like beating
myself up. I’ve often referred to the 2020’s as the Golden Age of Tiredness,
because everybody’s feeling exhausted due to one thing or another. We’ll get
through this together. We’ll have up days and down days, but the exhaustion isn’t
permanent no matter how many times it feels that way. I’ll have my day of
victory, even if it’s not today or tomorrow. That $20 check will go a long way
in making sure that happens. Thank you, Aunt Ruth. Thank you so much!
Love,
Garrison
Friday, April 28, 2023
Nothing More
Last night, I went to Seattle’s Neptune Theater to see Nothing More in concert with Crown the Empire and Thousand Below opening for them. I hadn’t heard the openers prior to that night, but I wouldn’t mind owning every CD they’ve got. They were energetic, they were badass, and they very much deserved to share a stage with Nothing More. Speaking of which, Nothing More put on a kick-ass show just like I expected them to. I blew my vocal cords out screaming along with “Go to War” and “Turn It Up Like”. I’ll always get a kick out of Jonny Hawkins using the Scorpion Tail machine to enhance the sound and just generally go nuts with it. Going nuts is the only way Nothing More does things, especially during the song “This Is the Time” and Jonny’s subsequent drumming afterwards. All in all, I’m glad I went to the concert, sore back and legs be damned. At the same time, I couldn’t wait to get home so that I could chug an entire pitcher of iced tea to soothe my throat. On a side note, I appreciate the fact that the Neptune Theater has an ocean mythology gimmick in its designs, with the tridents on the doors, the merfolk art on the stained glass windows, and so much more. I think concert venues in general should have creative gimmicks more often. I wouldn’t mind going to a place called the Barbarian Amphitheater if somebody built it. That would be the perfect venue for Jonny Hawkins to use the Scorpion Tail! But I’m getting ahead of myself…
Thursday, May 21, 2020
Don't Be a People Pleaser
***DON’T BE A PEOPLE PLEASER***
Yesterday evening, I had to republish four of my books to accommodate for the fact that I removed copyrighted lyrics from them. Even little insignificant snippets of lyrics are enough to violate copyright laws and get an author into hot water. I personally think it’s a bit ridiculous for a music corporation to sue an author for millions of dollars over one line of text, but it is what it is and I had to play by the rules. Copyrighted lyrics have now been eradicated from my entire catalogue. But that’s not why we’re gathered here today, my dearly beloveds, no, no, no, no, no. We’re here to talk about what else was in those books that could be potentially damaging, not in a legal way, but in a social way.
My very first collection of poetry, Confessions of a Schizophrenic Savage, has an Eric Clapton parody called “Retarded Tonight”. I wrote it through the perspective of people who see me as a cartoon character and nothing more. And when you’re a cartoon character, everything about you is hammed up to the extreme. While my poem wasn’t meant to be an attack on mentally disabled people, I can understand if people see it that way and get angry afterwards.
In my second book of poetry, Necrograph, there’s a parody song called “Texas”. On the surface it seems like stereotyping and mockery, but I only wanted to call out people who are so far on the fringe that they become parodies of themselves. Not everyone from Texas acts that way. Not everyone from any other geographic location acts that way either. Pantera is from Texas. Nothing More is from Texas. My favorite indie authors, Christina McMullen, K.L. Cottrell, and Markie Madden, are also from Texas. Quite frankly, I could have changed the name to Fringe Toast and it wouldn’t generate as much controversy. But at the same time, I empathize with people who would be upset by this song.
I’m sure there are other examples in my books of stories and poems I should apologize for. That’s what you have to remember as you go through life as an author: if you unintentionally hurt people, apologize profusely and make peace. It’s a classy move that’s good for all parties. But at the same time, you don’t want to change so much of your approach to creativity that you lose your individuality. I considered removing some of my more offensive material from my books, but if I did that, I’d have no books. Art is subjective. One man’s trash is the next man’s treasure. If you please one person, another gets upset. Bottom line: you can be a warmhearted public figure, but you can’t please everyone. If you try, your work will become so bland that the whole world will hate it.
And that’s why we’re gathered here today, my dearly beloveds. It’s a cautionary tale not to be a people pleaser. Yes, the criticism you receive will hurt badly at times, but the love you receive from others is also valid. The negativity bias and low self-esteem is why some authors become people pleasers. Peace is comfortable. Agreeability is also comfortable. But being TOO comfortable in your own bubble doesn’t allow for personal growth or a courageous reputation. Sometimes you have to be just a little bit offensive in order to get noticed. You don’t have to go full Milo Yiannopoulos, and really, you shouldn’t even consider it, but just be controversial enough that you have a message.
Think of all of your favorite musicians, artists, and writers and how they too dared to be offensive in the face of adversity. What if Marilyn Manson was a people pleaser? What if Roger Waters cared too much what his brutal teachers thought of him? What if George Carlin toned himself down and never got in hot water with the FCC? That would make for a pretty bland world, wouldn’t you agree? Everybody would be wearing the same putty-faced masks Roger Waters introduced in the movie Pink Floyd the Wall. Nobody would laugh at George Carlin. Nobody would have the courage to be themselves if Marilyn Manson didn’t have the courage to be himself.
At the same time, you don’t want to be like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point. Roger Waters, George Carlin, and Marilyn Manson at least had a profound message in their performances. If you write a book with nothing but racial slurs and R-word implications throughout, you probably deserve the wrath of the online mob. Have a purpose. Have something to say even if it’s not the most profound message in the galaxy. Yes, you can write strictly for fun, but if you’re being offensive just for the sake of being offensive and you have nothing to back yourself up, then enjoy your one and two-star reviews, my friend.
Going back to my point about how “Texas” was about fringe people, you also don’t want to be on the fringe when it comes to the people-pleasing/edgy-jerkwad spectrum. A nice, healthy middle ground is what you should look for. If you can’t find it or it’s obvious that you’re not trying to look for it, your audience will notice. They noticed it with books like “Trigger Warning” by William Johnstone. They noticed it with that Dr. Pepper 10 commercial where they say, “It’s not for women.” While it is true that art ages poorly sometimes, it shouldn’t take such a short or instantaneous amount of time to do so.
Be yourself no matter what they say. Some people will like it, some people won’t. In the end, it’s up to you which battles are worth fighting and which ones aren’t. Know when to open fire and know when to lay down your arms with your hands in the sky. It takes practice to do this, but with a little wisdom and a little input from those you love, you can do it. I know you can. Let’s be artists together! I’m Garrison Kelly! Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight!
***LOST WITHOUT YOU***
I’ve talked about this story idea on Face Book and a little bit on Twitter, but not everywhere else. Because I’ve fallen in love with the fan fiction genre after writing “A Little Bit Off” and “No Country For Old Farts”, I want to keep the spirit alive with a story called “Lost Without You”. It’s a Super Street Fighter II based fan fiction and it’ll feature a lesbian romance between Chun Li and Cammy. No, it won’t resemble something you’d see on Porn Hub. The romance will be written in a classy way with three-dimensional character work. I may be offensive sometimes, but I’m not THAT offensive, especially when I know the implications of what could go wrong if I whiff this story. Wish me luck!
***BEAUTIFUL MONSTER***
After a month-long vacation from my editing job, I’ve finally tightened the prose for chapters 14 and 15. It was an easy edit, but not all chapters will be like that, so I tread slowly to make sure I don’t overwhelm myself. Next on the chopping block is chapter 16, where Windham rents a hotel room in Morgan Town and eats hallucinogenic leaves, prompting a conversation between himself and his leonine deity Mageta. Windham may be a misguided zealot sometimes, but Mageta will always provide him with good points. I do so love good conversation even if it’s with a hallucination.
***QUOTE OF THE DAY***
“I’m not a prophet. I was off by 490 years.”
-Mike Judge talking about “Idiocracy”-
***POST-SCRIPT***
Mike Judge is definitely not a people pleaser and he carved out a nice, long, healthy career for himself. I don’t agree with every single one of his views, but I agree that Idiocracy was a fucking awesome movie. Funny as hell!
Yesterday evening, I had to republish four of my books to accommodate for the fact that I removed copyrighted lyrics from them. Even little insignificant snippets of lyrics are enough to violate copyright laws and get an author into hot water. I personally think it’s a bit ridiculous for a music corporation to sue an author for millions of dollars over one line of text, but it is what it is and I had to play by the rules. Copyrighted lyrics have now been eradicated from my entire catalogue. But that’s not why we’re gathered here today, my dearly beloveds, no, no, no, no, no. We’re here to talk about what else was in those books that could be potentially damaging, not in a legal way, but in a social way.
My very first collection of poetry, Confessions of a Schizophrenic Savage, has an Eric Clapton parody called “Retarded Tonight”. I wrote it through the perspective of people who see me as a cartoon character and nothing more. And when you’re a cartoon character, everything about you is hammed up to the extreme. While my poem wasn’t meant to be an attack on mentally disabled people, I can understand if people see it that way and get angry afterwards.
In my second book of poetry, Necrograph, there’s a parody song called “Texas”. On the surface it seems like stereotyping and mockery, but I only wanted to call out people who are so far on the fringe that they become parodies of themselves. Not everyone from Texas acts that way. Not everyone from any other geographic location acts that way either. Pantera is from Texas. Nothing More is from Texas. My favorite indie authors, Christina McMullen, K.L. Cottrell, and Markie Madden, are also from Texas. Quite frankly, I could have changed the name to Fringe Toast and it wouldn’t generate as much controversy. But at the same time, I empathize with people who would be upset by this song.
I’m sure there are other examples in my books of stories and poems I should apologize for. That’s what you have to remember as you go through life as an author: if you unintentionally hurt people, apologize profusely and make peace. It’s a classy move that’s good for all parties. But at the same time, you don’t want to change so much of your approach to creativity that you lose your individuality. I considered removing some of my more offensive material from my books, but if I did that, I’d have no books. Art is subjective. One man’s trash is the next man’s treasure. If you please one person, another gets upset. Bottom line: you can be a warmhearted public figure, but you can’t please everyone. If you try, your work will become so bland that the whole world will hate it.
And that’s why we’re gathered here today, my dearly beloveds. It’s a cautionary tale not to be a people pleaser. Yes, the criticism you receive will hurt badly at times, but the love you receive from others is also valid. The negativity bias and low self-esteem is why some authors become people pleasers. Peace is comfortable. Agreeability is also comfortable. But being TOO comfortable in your own bubble doesn’t allow for personal growth or a courageous reputation. Sometimes you have to be just a little bit offensive in order to get noticed. You don’t have to go full Milo Yiannopoulos, and really, you shouldn’t even consider it, but just be controversial enough that you have a message.
Think of all of your favorite musicians, artists, and writers and how they too dared to be offensive in the face of adversity. What if Marilyn Manson was a people pleaser? What if Roger Waters cared too much what his brutal teachers thought of him? What if George Carlin toned himself down and never got in hot water with the FCC? That would make for a pretty bland world, wouldn’t you agree? Everybody would be wearing the same putty-faced masks Roger Waters introduced in the movie Pink Floyd the Wall. Nobody would laugh at George Carlin. Nobody would have the courage to be themselves if Marilyn Manson didn’t have the courage to be himself.
At the same time, you don’t want to be like a pizza cutter: all edge and no point. Roger Waters, George Carlin, and Marilyn Manson at least had a profound message in their performances. If you write a book with nothing but racial slurs and R-word implications throughout, you probably deserve the wrath of the online mob. Have a purpose. Have something to say even if it’s not the most profound message in the galaxy. Yes, you can write strictly for fun, but if you’re being offensive just for the sake of being offensive and you have nothing to back yourself up, then enjoy your one and two-star reviews, my friend.
Going back to my point about how “Texas” was about fringe people, you also don’t want to be on the fringe when it comes to the people-pleasing/edgy-jerkwad spectrum. A nice, healthy middle ground is what you should look for. If you can’t find it or it’s obvious that you’re not trying to look for it, your audience will notice. They noticed it with books like “Trigger Warning” by William Johnstone. They noticed it with that Dr. Pepper 10 commercial where they say, “It’s not for women.” While it is true that art ages poorly sometimes, it shouldn’t take such a short or instantaneous amount of time to do so.
Be yourself no matter what they say. Some people will like it, some people won’t. In the end, it’s up to you which battles are worth fighting and which ones aren’t. Know when to open fire and know when to lay down your arms with your hands in the sky. It takes practice to do this, but with a little wisdom and a little input from those you love, you can do it. I know you can. Let’s be artists together! I’m Garrison Kelly! Until next time, try to enjoy the daylight!
***LOST WITHOUT YOU***
I’ve talked about this story idea on Face Book and a little bit on Twitter, but not everywhere else. Because I’ve fallen in love with the fan fiction genre after writing “A Little Bit Off” and “No Country For Old Farts”, I want to keep the spirit alive with a story called “Lost Without You”. It’s a Super Street Fighter II based fan fiction and it’ll feature a lesbian romance between Chun Li and Cammy. No, it won’t resemble something you’d see on Porn Hub. The romance will be written in a classy way with three-dimensional character work. I may be offensive sometimes, but I’m not THAT offensive, especially when I know the implications of what could go wrong if I whiff this story. Wish me luck!
***BEAUTIFUL MONSTER***
After a month-long vacation from my editing job, I’ve finally tightened the prose for chapters 14 and 15. It was an easy edit, but not all chapters will be like that, so I tread slowly to make sure I don’t overwhelm myself. Next on the chopping block is chapter 16, where Windham rents a hotel room in Morgan Town and eats hallucinogenic leaves, prompting a conversation between himself and his leonine deity Mageta. Windham may be a misguided zealot sometimes, but Mageta will always provide him with good points. I do so love good conversation even if it’s with a hallucination.
***QUOTE OF THE DAY***
“I’m not a prophet. I was off by 490 years.”
-Mike Judge talking about “Idiocracy”-
***POST-SCRIPT***
Mike Judge is definitely not a people pleaser and he carved out a nice, long, healthy career for himself. I don’t agree with every single one of his views, but I agree that Idiocracy was a fucking awesome movie. Funny as hell!
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Creative Crossroads
***CREATIVE CROSSROADS***
Creatively, I have most of the things I could ever want as
an author. I have six published books which are doing moderately well as far as
reviews go. I have eight rough drafts which could be turned into awesome books
under the right guidance. I have other creative outlets which give me the
online attention I need as an author. But as far as marketing and putting
myself out there go, I could be doing a lot more. I repeat: a LOT
more. So I’ve decided to make a list of marketing techniques that will no doubt
get me more views and book buys. Starting with…
- Build a street team to promote my books (that’s a lot of fucking people)
- Build a website (seems easy enough, right?)
- Convert my Face Book page to an author’s profile (which means calling myself Author Garrison Kelly instead of using my real name)
- Enlist the help of extra beta readers and editors (Ashley Uzzell is fantastic, don’t get me wrong, but getting multiple opinions is important to a book’s success)
- Enroll in Skill Share classes about marketing (Jenna Moreci has an awesome one, I just need to sign up for Skill Share)
- Find a time during the day where I have complete privacy from my family members and the phone (probably late at night, most likely)
- Get a twitter account (fourth time is a charm, right?)
- Get an Instagram account (even though it’s a veritable troll’s nest)
- Get video editing software (for that special time of day when I’m brave enough to shoot You Tube clips)
- Learn how to shoot videos on my digital camera (actually, I know how to do it, I just need the confidence to be in front of the judgmental lens)
- Rent advertising space online
I have the time and funds to do pretty much all of these
things (most of them are dirt cheap). So if these are the answers to my
marketing problems, why am I not taking these steps right away? Well, that’s
where the crossroads part of this blog entry comes from. I’ve been putting off
discussing this topic for a while now, because I don’t want to be inaccurately
perceived as lazy or uncaring.
The thing is, though, I’m not the kind of person who jumps
into decision making right away. I’ve made a lot of shitty decisions in my life
and I’m cautious about going back to those stressful days. Going to Western
Washington University gave me the degree I needed to solidify my writing
career, but being away from my family and friends that long made going to
college one of the worst decisions in my life. I’ve applied for writing jobs
that turned out to be creativity crushers and stress magnets. I’ve traveled to
places that turned out to be shitty vacation destinations at best. I could go
on and on when it comes to long-term decisions that have gone sour.
When it comes to book marketing, the worst that could happen
is undue stress, which doesn’t seem like a big deal on the surface. But when
you consider that I’m operating on a schizophrenic and autistic brain, stress
is my worst enemy. To hear other authors describe the marketing process makes
it sound like they’re having their teeth pulled. I’ve even heard one author
describe it as working at least five hours a day. I’ve heard another describe
it as eight hours. Or twelve. Or more. On top of all these marketing chores,
they also have to write every single day in order to stay sharp. That’s a lot
of responsibilities and it can get overwhelming.
Here’s where I’ve come to a crossroad. On one hand, I can
keep doing what I’m doing and live comfortably for the time being, but my
career would be stagnant forever. On the other hand, I could take all these
necessary steps and throw myself into the fire, where the risk is schizophrenic
and autistic stress and the reward is being well-known in the world of writing.
It seems like an easy decision to an outsider, but when you’ve got my mind and
my circumstances, it’s a decision that I can’t take lightly like I have the
other ones in my life (which ended up being poor choices).
I know I talk about making bad decisions all the time, but
this time, it could determine where I go from here as a writer. Do I live
comfortably and go nowhere or do I overwhelm myself and have a slightly better
chance at rising above mediocrity? And don’t think for a minute that this has
anything to do with being a “snowflake” or a “momma’s boy” or whatever the case
may be. It’d just be nice to have a safety net to catch me when things go
haywire, that’s all.
I’m Garrison Kelly! As soon as forever is through, I’ll be
over you!
***FAMILY DIALOGUE OF THE DAY***
REINA: Garrison, no sleeping at the table. You’re not five
anymore.
JAMES: He’s just mad because we’re not talking about
barbarians and wizards.
GARRISON: That’s not all I write about!
JAMES: Yes, it is!
REINA: He also writes about necromancers and scatomancers.
JAMES: Those are wizards too.
GARRISON: You’re stereotyping me!
***POST-SCRIPT***
This coming Friday, I’m going to Seattle
Friday, October 30, 2015
Getting With the Times
***GETTING WITH THE TIMES***
As someone who openly admits to being a millennial who still plays with toys, being time conscious isn’t one of my strong suits. I don’t follow trends, I don’t care if an interest of mine is dated, I don’t care what’s considered cool by other people, and I’ll wear pretty much whatever I want as long as it’s comfortable. The times may have changed, but my core values have not.
It didn’t occur to me how behind in the times I was until I was editing a short story for American Darkness called “Not Gonna Die”. In this story, there’s a party going on in the main character’s dormitory and the music that’s blasting out of the speakers is “Brass Monkey” by The Beastie Boys. I know of that song, because I was born in 1985, which means I’m twelve years older than the college kids in this story. There aren’t many 18-year-olds who know who the Beastie Boys are, so in order to have realistic cool kids who keep up with the times, I chose rap music that was a little more modern in Tech N9ne. No complaints yet.
Having an old school state of mind is easy for me because nobody has challenged me on it and anybody who did was met with the same nonconformist argument I give everyone. I actually had my brother James tell me that, “Nobody listens to Disturbed anymore.” I do. I listen to them a lot. They may have been popular in the early 2000’s, but to my way of thinking, they’ve stood the test of time in the year 2015. Obviously, my older brother is very time conscious while I couldn’t give two shits what year it is.
When it comes to my writing career, however, it should stand to reason that I have a new school state of mind, because websites like Twitter and Face Book are the future of book marketing. I do have a Face Book account under my real name of Garrison Haines-Temons. I don’t, however, have a Twitter account anymore. There were three separate occasions where I’ve had a Twitter account, but realizing it was about as useful as an asshole on my bicep, I’ve walked away several times and I have no plans to go back.
I also don’t have a smart phone like pretty much everybody does. I have a generic cell phone and even though it has texting capabilities, I don’t take advantage of them. Sending off misspelled sentences with cheesy emoticons isn’t appealing to me since I have too much respect for the English language. As far as technology goes, the only “cool” things I have are my desktop computer, Roku streaming device, and a generic MP3 player from a company that went out of business apparently.
Getting with the times isn’t something that appeals to me very much. If I want to follow a trend, I want that trend to actually have some substance to it. It’s the difference between choosing The Beastie Boys versus Lil’ Wayne or Nirvana versus…some rock band in the 2010’s I’ve never heard of before. There are things in the present day that appeal to me such as the metal bands Gemini Syndrome and Nothing More, which goes to show that it’s not about the time period something comes from, but rather the importance of its message. Rage Against the Machine is a relic from the 90’s, but their music still means something to me.
I have one last message for you all before I get into the posts about my latest artistic endeavors. Unga-bunga. Me caveman. Me want substance. Me no care about coolness! Me have ears! Me say cheers!
***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***
The official date of this journal’s publication is October 30th, which means I still have two more days of Villains Month left. And man, do I have a villain for you guys: Ryan Brock from my most recent short story “Streetwalker”. We all know that rape is a bad thing, but Ryan Brock takes the humiliating and traumatizing act to a whole different level when he forces himself on a mage named Danielle Courtney. That’s a villain in my book!
***POISON TONGUE TALES: EDITING***
I have to be frank with you guys. Although Random.org has chosen “Death Blade” as the next short story to edit, I’m not looking forward to it at all. Don’t get me wrong, Marie’s comments never scare me. In fact, they make me laugh and feel lighthearted. It’s the actual job of editing that frightens me about “Death Blade”. It was my first official entry at the WSS Contest and Company and I wasn’t as good in late 2013 as I am now. In other words, what scares me the most…is my own unpolished writing. Maybe I’ll shelve Death Blade and choose a different one to edit for now.
***JANUARY FIRST***
I’ve been spending the past few days trying to bulldoze through another paperback book. Whenever I get in this mood, every other creative project takes a backseat with the exception of competing in WSS contests. What makes January First by Michael Schofield so special is its ability to speak to me personally. Like little Janni, I too have schizophrenia and I recognize her struggles. Watching her spiral into madness is heartbreaking and has almost brought me to tears a few times. I plan on giving this book an Extra Credit grade when I finish reading it, which it desperately needs because some troll assholes on Good Reads are peppering it with uneducated one-star reviews. I’ve heard of that kind of trolling happening to authors before, so I take good care not to believe anything those people say.
***MOVIE DIALOGUE OF THE DAY***
WYNARSKI: Excuse me, have you seen a set of keys around here?
RANDAL: No time for love, Dr. Jones.
-Clerks, a movie made in 1994 when renting movies from a video store was still “cool”-
As someone who openly admits to being a millennial who still plays with toys, being time conscious isn’t one of my strong suits. I don’t follow trends, I don’t care if an interest of mine is dated, I don’t care what’s considered cool by other people, and I’ll wear pretty much whatever I want as long as it’s comfortable. The times may have changed, but my core values have not.
It didn’t occur to me how behind in the times I was until I was editing a short story for American Darkness called “Not Gonna Die”. In this story, there’s a party going on in the main character’s dormitory and the music that’s blasting out of the speakers is “Brass Monkey” by The Beastie Boys. I know of that song, because I was born in 1985, which means I’m twelve years older than the college kids in this story. There aren’t many 18-year-olds who know who the Beastie Boys are, so in order to have realistic cool kids who keep up with the times, I chose rap music that was a little more modern in Tech N9ne. No complaints yet.
Having an old school state of mind is easy for me because nobody has challenged me on it and anybody who did was met with the same nonconformist argument I give everyone. I actually had my brother James tell me that, “Nobody listens to Disturbed anymore.” I do. I listen to them a lot. They may have been popular in the early 2000’s, but to my way of thinking, they’ve stood the test of time in the year 2015. Obviously, my older brother is very time conscious while I couldn’t give two shits what year it is.
When it comes to my writing career, however, it should stand to reason that I have a new school state of mind, because websites like Twitter and Face Book are the future of book marketing. I do have a Face Book account under my real name of Garrison Haines-Temons. I don’t, however, have a Twitter account anymore. There were three separate occasions where I’ve had a Twitter account, but realizing it was about as useful as an asshole on my bicep, I’ve walked away several times and I have no plans to go back.
I also don’t have a smart phone like pretty much everybody does. I have a generic cell phone and even though it has texting capabilities, I don’t take advantage of them. Sending off misspelled sentences with cheesy emoticons isn’t appealing to me since I have too much respect for the English language. As far as technology goes, the only “cool” things I have are my desktop computer, Roku streaming device, and a generic MP3 player from a company that went out of business apparently.
Getting with the times isn’t something that appeals to me very much. If I want to follow a trend, I want that trend to actually have some substance to it. It’s the difference between choosing The Beastie Boys versus Lil’ Wayne or Nirvana versus…some rock band in the 2010’s I’ve never heard of before. There are things in the present day that appeal to me such as the metal bands Gemini Syndrome and Nothing More, which goes to show that it’s not about the time period something comes from, but rather the importance of its message. Rage Against the Machine is a relic from the 90’s, but their music still means something to me.
I have one last message for you all before I get into the posts about my latest artistic endeavors. Unga-bunga. Me caveman. Me want substance. Me no care about coolness! Me have ears! Me say cheers!
***DARK FANTASY WARRIORS***
The official date of this journal’s publication is October 30th, which means I still have two more days of Villains Month left. And man, do I have a villain for you guys: Ryan Brock from my most recent short story “Streetwalker”. We all know that rape is a bad thing, but Ryan Brock takes the humiliating and traumatizing act to a whole different level when he forces himself on a mage named Danielle Courtney. That’s a villain in my book!
***POISON TONGUE TALES: EDITING***
I have to be frank with you guys. Although Random.org has chosen “Death Blade” as the next short story to edit, I’m not looking forward to it at all. Don’t get me wrong, Marie’s comments never scare me. In fact, they make me laugh and feel lighthearted. It’s the actual job of editing that frightens me about “Death Blade”. It was my first official entry at the WSS Contest and Company and I wasn’t as good in late 2013 as I am now. In other words, what scares me the most…is my own unpolished writing. Maybe I’ll shelve Death Blade and choose a different one to edit for now.
***JANUARY FIRST***
I’ve been spending the past few days trying to bulldoze through another paperback book. Whenever I get in this mood, every other creative project takes a backseat with the exception of competing in WSS contests. What makes January First by Michael Schofield so special is its ability to speak to me personally. Like little Janni, I too have schizophrenia and I recognize her struggles. Watching her spiral into madness is heartbreaking and has almost brought me to tears a few times. I plan on giving this book an Extra Credit grade when I finish reading it, which it desperately needs because some troll assholes on Good Reads are peppering it with uneducated one-star reviews. I’ve heard of that kind of trolling happening to authors before, so I take good care not to believe anything those people say.
***MOVIE DIALOGUE OF THE DAY***
WYNARSKI: Excuse me, have you seen a set of keys around here?
RANDAL: No time for love, Dr. Jones.
-Clerks, a movie made in 1994 when renting movies from a video store was still “cool”-
Friday, September 11, 2015
Not For Business
***NOT FOR BUSINESS***
When I was transitioning from a kid to an adult, I gave up acting out scenes with my action figures and Legos. I had the mindset that if I wasn’t doing something to further my future career as a screenwriter (which is what I wanted to be at the time), then extracurricular activities were unnecessary and therefore a waste of time. I’m sure there are many adults who feel business-minded enough that their careers are their whole lives.
I’m telling you all right now, your career, no matter how passionately you feel about it, is not your whole life, and no extracurricular activities you undertake are a waste of time. Putting time into a career is only a small part of what life is supposed to be. The other part of that equation is…living! I had this struggle when I was drawing pictures of my characters for the first time. At first I thought to myself, “What does drawing pictures have to do with my career as a writer?” Technically, I could put them in my books as part of a mini-gallery, but ultimately, drawings have little impact on my writing career. The past me would have been terrified at that notion. The current version of me couldn’t give two shits.
Working the same job for endless hours can get tiring no matter how dedicated you are. Even the most passionate people have to learn to step away for a while and take the edge off. The now former drummer for Nothing More, Paul O’Brien, left the band because the hectic touring schedule has completely drained him. He was already dealing with social anxiety and depression, so having an off switch for his career was next to impossible. Luckily, he’s still on good terms with his Nothing More band mates. But some coworkers and bosses aren’t so forgiving. CM Punk left the WWE on sour terms because his body was aching and nobody was giving him a break. When you have to quit your career just to take the edge off, that’s a sign that you needed to take the edge off a long time ago, but in shorter bursts.
So don’t feel guilty about getting nothing done to advance your career whatever that may be. Take a break. Feel good about feeling good. Watch a new show. Go for a walk. Find new music to listen to. Draw some pictures. Play some videogames. Hit the reset button on your mind and it when it comes time to get back to work, know your escapes will always be there for you. Do you think Dante and Randal from Clerks feel like serving the community all day long? Bullshit, man! They’re on the roof playing hockey and going for road trips to funeral homes! You can add years to your life, but first you have to learn to add life to your years. And if your legacy isn’t immortalized in bronze by the time life is over, just know that it never had to be. Do what makes you happy with the life you have left. We’ve got ears, say cheers!
***WEEKLY SHORT STORY CONTEST AND COMPANY***
It’s a new week at the WSS, which means a new prompt for both storytellers and poets. Since I’m the former of those two, I’m going to write a Cat Lady story called “Ottie-Doo”, which goes like this:
CHARACTERS:
Ottie, Elderly Witch Kitty
Randy Fender, Backwoods Cult Leader
Random Cult Members
PROMPT CONFORMITY: Ottie is a cat who also happens to be a lady.
SYNOPSIS: Randy has plans to sacrifice Ottie in order to gain her magic powers. What he didn’t count on was Ottie tapping into her powers to fight back against the hairy cultist. The elderly kitty has an entire compound full of followers to fight off, but if anybody can do it, it’s the kitty who throws fireballs just for fun.
***DRAWING***
My next picture will be of Julian Heath, the gnome rogue protagonist from the Poison Tongue Tales short story “Ascension” (a title that will eventually change). I’m going to try and draw Julian in a way that will take up the whole page, but will also magnify his short stature. I’ve only successfully done this a handful of times, my most recent instance being with Baby from “Nail Bomb” (also from Poison Tongue Tales).
***PHOTOGRAPHY***
I’m normally known for taking pictures of my toys and my animals. I don’t take selfies often because I don’t like how the pictures magnify my overweight features. When I dress in my Slipknot costume for Halloween this year, I won’t mind the flashing camera so much. In fact, being overweight will probably help me look scarier than I already will be in that costume. Hehe!
***READING***
Now that Daniel Bryan’s memoir has been read and reviewed, it’s time to move on to a more time-sensitive piece of literature. Edward Davies, the author of Divine Intervention, encouraged me to join a group on Good Reads called Read Together, Blog Together. For the month of September, one the books under review is “So…I Met a Vampire” by Paul McAvoy. It’s a quick and short read, so the review should be up in no time at all.
***WRESTLING QUOTE OF THE DAY***
“I’m gonna drink a big glass of milk, eat some chocolate chip cookies, and then maybe I’ll take three Viagra.”
-The Rock mocking Kurt Angle-
When I was transitioning from a kid to an adult, I gave up acting out scenes with my action figures and Legos. I had the mindset that if I wasn’t doing something to further my future career as a screenwriter (which is what I wanted to be at the time), then extracurricular activities were unnecessary and therefore a waste of time. I’m sure there are many adults who feel business-minded enough that their careers are their whole lives.
I’m telling you all right now, your career, no matter how passionately you feel about it, is not your whole life, and no extracurricular activities you undertake are a waste of time. Putting time into a career is only a small part of what life is supposed to be. The other part of that equation is…living! I had this struggle when I was drawing pictures of my characters for the first time. At first I thought to myself, “What does drawing pictures have to do with my career as a writer?” Technically, I could put them in my books as part of a mini-gallery, but ultimately, drawings have little impact on my writing career. The past me would have been terrified at that notion. The current version of me couldn’t give two shits.
Working the same job for endless hours can get tiring no matter how dedicated you are. Even the most passionate people have to learn to step away for a while and take the edge off. The now former drummer for Nothing More, Paul O’Brien, left the band because the hectic touring schedule has completely drained him. He was already dealing with social anxiety and depression, so having an off switch for his career was next to impossible. Luckily, he’s still on good terms with his Nothing More band mates. But some coworkers and bosses aren’t so forgiving. CM Punk left the WWE on sour terms because his body was aching and nobody was giving him a break. When you have to quit your career just to take the edge off, that’s a sign that you needed to take the edge off a long time ago, but in shorter bursts.
So don’t feel guilty about getting nothing done to advance your career whatever that may be. Take a break. Feel good about feeling good. Watch a new show. Go for a walk. Find new music to listen to. Draw some pictures. Play some videogames. Hit the reset button on your mind and it when it comes time to get back to work, know your escapes will always be there for you. Do you think Dante and Randal from Clerks feel like serving the community all day long? Bullshit, man! They’re on the roof playing hockey and going for road trips to funeral homes! You can add years to your life, but first you have to learn to add life to your years. And if your legacy isn’t immortalized in bronze by the time life is over, just know that it never had to be. Do what makes you happy with the life you have left. We’ve got ears, say cheers!
***WEEKLY SHORT STORY CONTEST AND COMPANY***
It’s a new week at the WSS, which means a new prompt for both storytellers and poets. Since I’m the former of those two, I’m going to write a Cat Lady story called “Ottie-Doo”, which goes like this:
CHARACTERS:
Ottie, Elderly Witch Kitty
Randy Fender, Backwoods Cult Leader
Random Cult Members
PROMPT CONFORMITY: Ottie is a cat who also happens to be a lady.
SYNOPSIS: Randy has plans to sacrifice Ottie in order to gain her magic powers. What he didn’t count on was Ottie tapping into her powers to fight back against the hairy cultist. The elderly kitty has an entire compound full of followers to fight off, but if anybody can do it, it’s the kitty who throws fireballs just for fun.
***DRAWING***
My next picture will be of Julian Heath, the gnome rogue protagonist from the Poison Tongue Tales short story “Ascension” (a title that will eventually change). I’m going to try and draw Julian in a way that will take up the whole page, but will also magnify his short stature. I’ve only successfully done this a handful of times, my most recent instance being with Baby from “Nail Bomb” (also from Poison Tongue Tales).
***PHOTOGRAPHY***
I’m normally known for taking pictures of my toys and my animals. I don’t take selfies often because I don’t like how the pictures magnify my overweight features. When I dress in my Slipknot costume for Halloween this year, I won’t mind the flashing camera so much. In fact, being overweight will probably help me look scarier than I already will be in that costume. Hehe!
***READING***
Now that Daniel Bryan’s memoir has been read and reviewed, it’s time to move on to a more time-sensitive piece of literature. Edward Davies, the author of Divine Intervention, encouraged me to join a group on Good Reads called Read Together, Blog Together. For the month of September, one the books under review is “So…I Met a Vampire” by Paul McAvoy. It’s a quick and short read, so the review should be up in no time at all.
***WRESTLING QUOTE OF THE DAY***
“I’m gonna drink a big glass of milk, eat some chocolate chip cookies, and then maybe I’ll take three Viagra.”
-The Rock mocking Kurt Angle-
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Vikki Colt
NAME: Vikki Colt
AGE: 25
OCCUPATION: Singer
CANONS: Vina’s Slaves and Fireball Nightmare
I’ve always been fascinated with female singers, particularly those in the rock genre. In 2006, I had so much of a crush on Tarja Turunen that I bought every Nightwish album she was a part of. For Christmas one year, I got Rachael MacFarlane’s lounge CD, even though I’m not a fan of that kind of music. How about we continue the tradition of beautiful songstresses with the fictional variety, Vikki Colt. Vikki can not only do clean and dirty vocals interchangeably, but she looks smoking hot in a dress and gothic boots. You think there might be a line of men waiting outside her door with wedding rings in their hands? I’d like to think so.
In 2006, I wrote a rap metal musical called Vina’s Slaves, about a band of the same name trying to make a living in Bozeman, Montana. Vikki Colt was the female singer of that band and an occasional guitarist. Things weren’t going well enough for the band, so the leader, keyboard player and singer Chase Lugar, decided to get themselves popular by spreading politically liberal messages through their music.
It might have worked anywhere else, but not in fucking Bozeman, Montana, a state so red it might as well be covered in the band’s blood. The original guitarist Johnny De Morgan left the band under duress and became a born-again Christian. Charlie Moore went to jail after catching his girlfriend, Vikki, cheating on him with Chase. Vikki was raped by a gang of drunken marines and sent to a trauma center while the only remaining members of the band were Chase and the bass player Slick Hanover. Things eventually got better for the band, but not in Vikki’s presence, which means she was cast to the side this whole time.
Because I felt like she didn’t get enough attention in Vina’s Slaves, Vikki would have been resurrected in Fireball Nightmare, my most recent failure. Before it became a dud, I had one act completed and the second one in the works. Unfortunately for poor Vikki, she would have appeared in the third and I never made it that far. It’s a shame, really. She would have played an elfish heavy metal guitarist who tried to steal Ronan Seran away from his wife Makoto.
She could do it, too. When I drew her for the second time in eight years, she looked like an elf version of Maria Brink from In This Moment. Think about what kind of charisma Maria already has and multiply her hotness by a million. Vikki could have been something big. But like I said, Fireball Nightmare was yet another dud in this long line of stories that never made it.
But now that I think about it, was Vikki Colt used for anything more than just relationship fodder? Yes, she could sing and play the guitar with the best of them, but that doesn’t mean anything if her main role was to satisfy my musical goddess fantasies. If nothing else, that would make her a Mary-Sue. Either that, or she would be on an episode of Cheaters. She deserves better than that. If I’m going to make Vikki into a rock star, she has to be more about her music and less about being boy crazy. That doesn’t mean she can’t have sex appeal. It just means she won’t be in whatever story she’s a part of for pornographic reasons.
Maybe if Vikki’s sex appeal does shine through, she can go by the Neko Case and Ronda Rousey Rule, as I like to call it: if she doesn’t show it off at the beach, she won’t show it off anywhere else. Maybe Vikki can do a few bikini shoots, but that’s about it. Women wear bikinis all the time at the beach and none of them have been arrested for public indecency. In the same way that Ronda Rousey wants to be remembered for her fighting, Vikki Colt wants to be remembered for being a damn good musician and putting out metal album after metal album full of hardcore shit. If anybody comes up to Vikki on the streets and demands anything more from her, they’ll get a swift kick in the balls and be able to sing at a higher octave than her.
***LYRICS OF THE DAY***
“I don’t care about the story. I don’t care about the myth. I don’t care how you see my life; you haven’t witnessed it. Use fear as a weapon and pity as a whip. Convince everyone around that I’m a piece of shit.”
-Nothing More singing “Friendly Fire”-
AGE: 25
OCCUPATION: Singer
CANONS: Vina’s Slaves and Fireball Nightmare
I’ve always been fascinated with female singers, particularly those in the rock genre. In 2006, I had so much of a crush on Tarja Turunen that I bought every Nightwish album she was a part of. For Christmas one year, I got Rachael MacFarlane’s lounge CD, even though I’m not a fan of that kind of music. How about we continue the tradition of beautiful songstresses with the fictional variety, Vikki Colt. Vikki can not only do clean and dirty vocals interchangeably, but she looks smoking hot in a dress and gothic boots. You think there might be a line of men waiting outside her door with wedding rings in their hands? I’d like to think so.
In 2006, I wrote a rap metal musical called Vina’s Slaves, about a band of the same name trying to make a living in Bozeman, Montana. Vikki Colt was the female singer of that band and an occasional guitarist. Things weren’t going well enough for the band, so the leader, keyboard player and singer Chase Lugar, decided to get themselves popular by spreading politically liberal messages through their music.
It might have worked anywhere else, but not in fucking Bozeman, Montana, a state so red it might as well be covered in the band’s blood. The original guitarist Johnny De Morgan left the band under duress and became a born-again Christian. Charlie Moore went to jail after catching his girlfriend, Vikki, cheating on him with Chase. Vikki was raped by a gang of drunken marines and sent to a trauma center while the only remaining members of the band were Chase and the bass player Slick Hanover. Things eventually got better for the band, but not in Vikki’s presence, which means she was cast to the side this whole time.
Because I felt like she didn’t get enough attention in Vina’s Slaves, Vikki would have been resurrected in Fireball Nightmare, my most recent failure. Before it became a dud, I had one act completed and the second one in the works. Unfortunately for poor Vikki, she would have appeared in the third and I never made it that far. It’s a shame, really. She would have played an elfish heavy metal guitarist who tried to steal Ronan Seran away from his wife Makoto.
She could do it, too. When I drew her for the second time in eight years, she looked like an elf version of Maria Brink from In This Moment. Think about what kind of charisma Maria already has and multiply her hotness by a million. Vikki could have been something big. But like I said, Fireball Nightmare was yet another dud in this long line of stories that never made it.
But now that I think about it, was Vikki Colt used for anything more than just relationship fodder? Yes, she could sing and play the guitar with the best of them, but that doesn’t mean anything if her main role was to satisfy my musical goddess fantasies. If nothing else, that would make her a Mary-Sue. Either that, or she would be on an episode of Cheaters. She deserves better than that. If I’m going to make Vikki into a rock star, she has to be more about her music and less about being boy crazy. That doesn’t mean she can’t have sex appeal. It just means she won’t be in whatever story she’s a part of for pornographic reasons.
Maybe if Vikki’s sex appeal does shine through, she can go by the Neko Case and Ronda Rousey Rule, as I like to call it: if she doesn’t show it off at the beach, she won’t show it off anywhere else. Maybe Vikki can do a few bikini shoots, but that’s about it. Women wear bikinis all the time at the beach and none of them have been arrested for public indecency. In the same way that Ronda Rousey wants to be remembered for her fighting, Vikki Colt wants to be remembered for being a damn good musician and putting out metal album after metal album full of hardcore shit. If anybody comes up to Vikki on the streets and demands anything more from her, they’ll get a swift kick in the balls and be able to sing at a higher octave than her.
***LYRICS OF THE DAY***
“I don’t care about the story. I don’t care about the myth. I don’t care how you see my life; you haven’t witnessed it. Use fear as a weapon and pity as a whip. Convince everyone around that I’m a piece of shit.”
-Nothing More singing “Friendly Fire”-
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Athoptlorys
If you’re seeing this character’s name and you have no idea how to pronounce it, here’s a little something to help you out: “uh-THOPT-low-riss”. Now that you know how to say the man’s name, it’s time to tell you a little about him. Usually when somebody has such a mystical singular name, it always means trouble. That trouble comes in the form of a dark lord who wants to turn the entire world into one nation under his rule.
If he should ever come into power, he could make your life a living hell. Getting your documents checked and your blood alcohol level tested are the least of your problems under an Athoptlorys dictatorship. Getting shoved into death camps and harvested for energy? That sounds like something from The Matrix, but when it comes to sadistic villainy and blood-stained worlds, nobody has a monopoly on that.
In order to create such a dystopian nation, you have to consider what kind of world Athoptlorys is trying to rule. Judging from the main villain’s devilish name, it sounds like he’s trying to control a dark fantasy world. But why stop there? Why not dominate the sci-fi genre as well? The earth is divided not by nations, but by time periods. There are separate nations for the dark ages, the prehistoric era, the steam punk revolution, and there’s even one nation dedicated to the space opera genre despite not being in space. This world is a lot like Chrono Trigger, but it’s all jam packed into one world we all must share.
How exactly do you do that? How do you share a world with dinosaurs, barbarians, alien warriors, Egyptian mummies, Chinese dictators, and Japanese warlords when all of these people and more want to kill the main character? And how do you cram all of these time zones and cultures into one prose? It would either have to be a series of novels or one novel the size of Webster’s Dictionary. If Athoptlorys is to create one nation under his thumb, he’s got a shit ton of work to do. He’d better be really powerful or at least have a lot of powerful minions. You think a T-Rex is going to surrender peacefully to someone who wants to use his carcass for food and energy? Bullshit, man!
If this nameless novel actually came to fruition, one of two things would have to happen. Either Athoptlorys would become the almighty god of this earth or the various cultures across time would consume each other in a scorched world apocalypse. If you thought our current world nations don’t get along with their Muslim vs. Christian gimmick, try pitting an army of crusaders against a multi-story tall blob monster whom they perceive to be the devil in another form. These time periods include early stages of racial, religious, and sexual prejudice. A black lesbian nun might fare well in one part of the world, but not in another.
That also begs the question of who would be the biggest threat to the main hero: Athoptlorys or this hodgepodge of time zones? Yes, dark lords are always sadistic and powerful, but this is a thunder dome of hatred we’re talking about here. If an ordinary person can survive both the forces of Athoptlorys’ government and the forces of prejudice, then he’s not only a hero in my book, he’s a god. He could start his own religion and lead the people of earth to a peaceful future where cultures get along and nobody has to worry about whether they’re going to survive another day in hell. The main hero would definitely have a push to the top of the literary charts, but when approaching this novel, it’s important not to shoot myself in the foot and make things TOO impossible.
***LYRICS OF THE DAY***
“When did we become these sinking stones? When did we build this broken home? Holding each other like ransom notes. Dropping our hearts to grip our brother’s throat.”
-Nothing More singing “This Is the Time (Ballast)”-
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Tina Bryan
Correct me if I’m wrong, but with the addition of Tina, this marks the third character I’ve blogged about with the last name Bryan, the first two being Mario (schizophrenic college student) and Wade (D&D fighter). I swear I’m not doing that on purpose. In other words, Tina, Mario, and Wade are not related in any way. They’re not even from the same genre. But if you fan fiction junkies want to make something out of this, then I won’t try to stop you. In fact, I’ll applaud your creative minds with a standing ovation.
When I was writing a story called Hardcore Hell (formerly known as Hardcore Hate), Tina was nothing like Wade or Mario. In fact, she was what TV Tropes would refer to as Mrs. Fan Service. She was created to cater to the male crowd in a lot of ways. She was a sexy blond, she wore tight clothing, she was the lead guitarist of an all-girl metal band, and she was bisexual. The first moment in Hardcore Hell that should have made putters stand up was when Tina was flirting with the ultra-conservative paladin Gayle Rinehart and even kissed her on the lips. Despite her religious beliefs, Gayle put up very little resistance against the lesbian kiss. That’s fan service right there. And we all know by now I will do anything for my most loyal fans.
Tina Bryan was more than a sex object, though. Were you so blinded by her sexiness that you forgot she knew how to play the electric guitar? She was so talented she drew comparisons to Dimebag Darrell from Pantera and Max Cavalera from Soulfly. That kind of heavy metal talent doesn’t go unrecognized for long. She eventually joined an all-girl metal band called The Angry Amazons. The group’s gimmick was that they spread a politically liberal and radically feminist message in a mostly religious town called Leakee. They played one of their heaviest shows to a crowd of thousands and afterwards they were ambushed by Paladine’s Watchdogs before being crucified for the whole town to see. The members of the Angry Amazons died a slow and painful death.
The scene between Gayle and the Angry Amazons took place in heaven, where the deity of Gayle’s religion, Paladine, told her she was wrong in using her zeal to punish and persecute liberals. The lead singer of the Angry Amazons, Lara Spider, was even harsher than the loving god Gayle “worshipped” so much. Lara flat out told her she was disgusting and deserved to burn in hell for her sins. Tina took an entirely different approach to confronting a zealous member of Paladine’s order. The lesbian kiss and the flirting wasn’t just for fan service. It was a form of diplomacy. It was Tina’s way of letting Gayle know she was forgiven now that she learned her lessons. It was a smoking hot way of doing it, but it was convincing nonetheless.
The question becomes, now that Hardcore Hell has been exorcised from my library due to its irreparably bad writing, what do I do with the Angry Amazons? Will they get back together for another gig? But since this blog entry deals with one member specifically, what’s going to happen to Tina Bryan? Should she be discarded due to her being a “stereotype”? Should she be dismissed due to her being Mrs. Fan Service? To those of you who answered yes, I want to let you in on a little secret: fan service isn’t offensive. That’s why they call it fan service: because it’s service. Isn’t that right, Princess Leia? How about you, Crazy K? What’s the latest from Susanna from The Way Way Back? Not a goddamn thing, because Princess Leia, Crazy K, and Susanna don’t give a shit, that’s why. Tina Bryan shouldn’t give a shit either. She’s a badass heavy metal goddess and if she sees the light of day again, it’s going to happen despite criticism.
***LYRICS OF THE DAY***
“I’ll throw the first punch, ‘cause I’ve kept my mouth shut for far too long. Enough’s enough. And you say I’m wrong, but it feels right. And it’s about damn time. It’s been too long. Enough’s enough. Right between the eyes!”
-Nothing More singing “First Punch”-
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