Sometimes it doesn't matter HOW good you are to each other...
Sometimes it doesn't matter HOW good you are to each other...
I think it's one of the nastiest things to ever hit a relationship, and for multiple-partner relationships, I've seen it used so many times it's astonishing.
And I'm pretty jaded, so to astonish me takes some effort.
Anyway, whatcha think?
In addition, the notion of "creepy" behavior comes up a lot, too.
Naturally, this seems to want to blend together in a way of "how to stop people from being creepy."
Most of the ideas I've seen tend to be of a particular form. They also seem to fail and produce frustration.
So, I came up with this.
Maybe useful? Maybe not?
We All Need Mirrors
I asked the Current Gang if they wanted anything in particular on it, if they wanted it to remain a family site, and they either said "Nah," or just didn't reply.
So, eventually, I figured I'd just shift it over to my stuff.
Fewer broken links, at least!
In addition to writing, I also started taking photographs. Within a few weeks, I was illustrating each story with a photograph. Now, it was pretty amazing to me that the stories were unfolding, but that I was able to so eaily kick out a good topical and interesting photo each week also... that left me thunderstruck. Not only had I doubled my expectation, but I'd done so in a field where I felt horribly weak.
But when the year was over, it was really over.
When my last story posted, I felt very settled, very calm.
Then, I looked at what I'd written. I looked at it and I was amazed.
Sure, I was pretty psyched that I'd told all these stories. Sure, I was pretty pumped that I'd taken all these great pictures. But what amazed me was the threads. What amazed me was how the stories tied into each other, wove around each other, and made a mesh where I had only thought there were individual threads. I hadn't planned that. I hadn't planned on exposing an entirely new Universe. I had only planned on writing some stories, having a good time, stretching my brain.
A few of my stories were basically told alongside Lovecraft's mythos. I'm okay with that. One of the things that attracted me to Lovecraft years ago was that his mythos felt closer to my own way of thinking than any other writer I've ever read. But don't let that fool you -- these are my stories.
I hadn't planned on that. I hadn't planned on revealing a world where people could be playing idly with rope knots and accidentally tear a hole through spacetime. I hadn't planned on revealing a world where the Moon holds in its dry darkness a god so ancient she remembers the Earth BEFORE it was destroyed and rebuilt. I hadn't planned on revealing a world where great beasts moved silently through the world protecting fragile humans from venomous predators.
I'm not sure if this could be called horror or fantasy or magical realism or what.
But I AM sure of one thing I can call it. I can call it home.
This is my book. This is something I created out of whole cloth. Many wonderful people helped (thank you!), and they are wondrous people indeed, but when you read this (and I hope you do), recognize that this is about as close as anyone's ever come to the thing inside me. If that amuses you, cool. If that terrifies you, also cool. If you are left with an uncomfortably intimate feeling, well, all I can tell you is that this is how I feel every single day. This is what I see and hear out in the world. You have the power to close the book and thank your stars it's not real, it's just a story (I recommend one story a night before bedtime). I can't do that. I'm always in that place. Awake or asleep.
This is my book. There are a ton of other books out there, but this one is me.
I hope you give it a try. I hope you like it. I hope you'll share it with others and maybe let them know about it, too. Feel free to quote this whole thing out if you want the whole explanation -- I am okay with that. I encourage it. The book's on Amazon and Kindle, and I offer below at my own site. You can talk about it at those places, too, or if you're on Goodreads, you can talk about it there. I want it as accessible as possible.
Close your Eyes: Tales from the Blinkspace
Read this abstract from a paper published last month:
Read the last two sentences aloud. To your children or grandchildren, if you have 'em handy.
Everyone needs to know this -- this is probably one of the most important scientific discoveries in the history of mankind.
Who do I have to fuck to become an astrobiologist and get on a flight?!
This book collects all the stories from that blog, plus a few more that I wrote specifically for the book. 300 pages and 55 stories, including illustrations by yours truly as well!
Close Your Eyes features my unique style of humor, a compelling mix of horror, fantasy, and the deeper kinds of emotions that are most often jangled hard when the world spins awry. It is the best writing I've ever done, and I'm extremely proud of the entire body of work. Even when doing the final proofs, I discovered that most of the stories still freak me out, or disturb me, or leave me with dreams of desperate terror.
I sincerely hope you pick up a copy, or at least share the link with friends who might enjoy it, too.
And for those of who who are trying to figure out what to get your honey for Valentine's Day, I should point out that Close Your Eyes contains tales that blur that border between love and terror and mystery, such as "Love, She is Blind," "The Gift," and "True Love."
If I received this book as a Valentine's Day present, I would be thrilled. I would probably consider giving that person anything they wanted for Valentine's Day.
Your mileage may vary, but just sayin'.
You must take it from them.
In doing so, be aware that the moment you do so, you become a potential next target.
First, Analysis #1: http://tacit.livejournal.com/362704.htm
Then the followup: http://tacit.livejournal.com/362983.htm
When first going over the exploit, I was originally dinged by DH support for those ".old" directories, as they contained un-updated and thus exploitable versions of my WP installs.
Which is part of what prompted me to wipe them out, obviously, because I certainly hadn't made them, and if DH is going to poke at me for them being there, it would make sense to assume THEY hadn't made them.
You would think.
As it turns out (and if you're hosted by Dreamhost, and have a Wordpress installation, pay attention), Dreamhost CREATED these folders.
As part of the automated updating process (and you want WP automatically updated, because updating helps eliminate security holes), the WP system makes a copy of your entire WP install directory and saves in in the SAME LEVEL as your current install. After the update is complete, the ".old" directory is left there, just hanging out, waiting for something to happen.
So, to paraphrase Franklin, their automated process to reduce the number of exposed security issues in Wordpress performs, as one of its steps, the creation of an additional attack surface on your website.
Maybe you'll notice, ask about it, and delete it.
Or maybe it'll be captured by a script.
Because, let's for a moment pretend I'm not all sunshine and innocence. Let's pretend I WANT to exploit a Wordpress installation so that I can (among other things) install a PHP shell that'll pwn your ass.
If that were the case, it suddenly just got TONS easier. Because all I have to do is maintain a list of Wordpress installations and as soon as a security update gets pushed out, I write an exploit and hammer every "installation.old" on the host.
So, maybe it was a simple SQL Injection attack. If so, then it attacked a fully-updated and patched version of Wordpress. Not so good.
Maybe they brute-forced my FTP login? Maybe, and if so, my bad.
Maybe they wormed their way in through one of the ".old" directories, installed a shell, and then covered their tracks lest the .old directory get deleted. If so, all they have to do is wait until the next Wordpress security update and then they can hammer at me (and the rest of us) again.
I'm grumpy about this.
Usually, I've been looking at money.
It's important for me to remain sustainable with money, and money's easy to "see." I have to make sure I live within my means. I used to not understand that, and I think in a lot of respects, much of my family never understood it. But I was introduced to the idea and the practice of financial sustainability and that was eye-opening.
I've kinda slacked off a bit lately, which -- not unexpectedly -- has bitten me in the ass.
Lately, however, I've been looking at time.
Katrina suggested that I must view time as much of a resource as money, that I must live my life with the sustainability of my time expenditures in mind. I can't overspend my time bank. I've only got 24 hours in a day, and only 7 days in a week.
I just cancelled something that I REALLY wanted to do. It was going to be tons of fun.
But I had to, because I couldn't afford it. I simply didn't have enough time in my time bank to handle all that, plus the things that I felt I HAD to do.
I need to be more aware of living sustainably with both my money AND my time.
I've got Blinkspace back up as a test.
My friend Franklin has been amazing and is digging through the wreckage.
Hope you enjoy it!
"Curtains," this week in the Blinkspace.
I have a feeling this is the tart of sometihng much bigger and much nastier...
Enjoy this week's story:
I have to admit that as creepy as the story was, making the image was even creepier. I think I might use an illustration for this story as the cover of the printed anthology.
Enjoy this week's story:
A Progression of Eyes
Finally, in frustration, I told myself that the story I was working on wasn't "not working" -- it was shit. It was not the story I wanted to tell.
That act of freeing myself from what I thought I HAD to do, versus what I WANTED to do, was like flipping a light switch on.
And in the light revealed by that switch, I found this story, which WAS ready.
Songs of Freedom, Songs of Loss
In the category of "I'll take it where I can get it!", my script "Through the Night" made it into the Second Round at the Austin Film Festival screenwriting competition!
The goal is to work out the mechanics and make sure there isn't some obvious game glitch. Also, to make sure it's kinda fun to play!
But I think I did okay after all.
Enjoy “The Dream House”
The Dream House
Oh, probably not in QUITE the manner it happens here, though, but I wouldn't put it past the Universe, if you know what I mean.
Lowercase “g,” But Still Worth Keeping an Eye On
I'm nearly finished with the Blinkspace experiment -- writing a new story every week for a year. It's often down-to-the-wire, but I'm doing it, and I really like the stories. Six remain to write and I already have an idea of at least three of them. As soon as they're written, I'm going to start assembling an anthology collection for Kindle and for print.
I've hit 500 tips for my daily filmmaker blog. Well, 500 front-loaded. Still at 450 pr so in the actual daily posts. I told myself when I hit 500, I'd start assembling those into a book as well.
I have one SHOT remaining for the video cut of Flesh of my Flesh, our feature film. I've been working on this for so long, I'm not even sure what life'll be like after I complete it. When I'm done with this, if all goes according to plan, the Sound Engineer, the Sound Designer, the Colorist, and the Composer will all be people other than me. This means that when this shot is complete, my primary do-it role in this movie is done. Admittedly, the shot is an extremely complicated 3D CG shot, so it's gonna take some time...
So that's three big things coming to a finish.
Sure, there's plenty of work to do AFTER them, but feeling all three of them coming to an end is a powerful thing, a thing heavily gravied in potential.
I almost feel as if my life will be different after this.
And I think it may be. In some very powerful ways.
I hope you enjoy reading this week's story, "The Wheel," as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I have a feeling I might be returning to this setting again, but if I did so, I'd want to be careful. Apocalypses aren't exactly things at which one sneezes. Wait -- SHOULD there be a plural for "Apocalypse"...?
The photo was harder to take than I thought -- I had to fiddle a LOT with the camera settings to get it right. Other than a couple of tiny changes to the level settings, this is pretty much exactly the image I wanted to capture.
While I was out (last night) taking pictures for this story, something started moving around and splashing in the creek nearby. Kinda freaked me out a little, so I decided to move on and shoot at a different location. That's what I get for reading the story so close to going out late at night.
Enjoy this week's new story:
ps: In case you don't remember or know the events Doctor McClaren is talking about, after reading "Cursed," do a search for her name from the main page (which you can get to by clicking the red and white title at the top of the page).
Writer/Director Edward Martin III is interviewed on “She Never Slept,” a blog of science fiction, strange tales, and horror.
In the interview, he talks about the Blinkspace experiment, the upcoming Guerrilla Productions feature film “Flesh of my Flesh” and offers a fun and fascinating glimpse into the creative process:
Visit She Never Slept.
Check out "X" on the Blinkspace:
Just goes to show you that you should never lose your wits -- even if you ARE desperate.
I've often been annoyed at characters who couldn't accept what was right in front of their faces. I always figured the more dogmatic they were, the more likely they were to die quickly.
Making the Deal
Network crashed. Will be dropping it to cold steel tonight, and then piece-by-piece bringing it back online. Fingers crossed.
Am still annoyed I haven't been fully paid for my work on a feature film a couple years ago. There are... considerations. But it's still annoying. On the plus side, I've got feature film credits, so that's good.
Am experimenting with Kindle formatting. Want to start selling books via Kindle. Soon.
Am nervous about my day job.
Life feels good and heart-happy, but with a few stress crumbles on top.
Retreating somewhat into philosophy. Panic clouds the mind.
Example: It is what it is.
Hope your day is going swell!
It was all about what happens when the noise is too loud to hear a mistake coming.
Enjoy this week's story:
I got to do a little research, too. It was fun! Enjoy "The Carnival"!