December 2009
5 posts
Sit Down, Have Some Capo (2:29)
DADGAD tuning,...
What, Me Practice? (1:37)
Particularly...
Old Notes: July 7, 2006
Although he possessed a devastating imagination and a profound gift for descriptive language, H. P. Lovecraft was essentially a frightened mystic. He feared progress and saw mankind’s achievements as not only cosmically insignificant, but in fact decadent and self-destructive. Despite his status as a towering genius in the fantasy genre, he is merely fortunate that his racism and xenophobia...
Old Notes: April 21, 2006
The sky split, and he was torn through the horizon by a force stronger than gravity or fear…
That single sentence was sitting all alone in the middle of a page. No idea what I hoped to accomplish with it.
Old Notes: April 10, 2006
“The Diamond Shoals? You fuckin’ nuts, doll? There’s cheaper ‘n quicker ways to die than that.”
The starship mechanic rested one massive shoulder against the wall, leaving grease stains on the rust-caked concrete. Scraping carbon from under his fingernails, he scrutinized the girl in front of him, who was standing well within his personal space and looking straight...