I was in my local Wal-Mart this morning to pick up some photos my younger son and I dropped off yesterday for developing and I was perusing the men’s t-shirt department and I got the bright idea to see what it would cost to create my own t-shirt design featuring the Chaos Star so I could visually pledge my allegiance to the Ruinous Powers.
I walked around adding up in my head what it would cost to get all the supplies and I eventually decided that with a blank shirt, paint, letter stencils and so on and so forth, I would only save $3 compared to what I would spend by ordering an already printed one off the internet. Granted, if I went ahead and created my own, it would quite likely be a one of a kind, but that’s not at the top of my priority list. There’s too many things to do right now before I take time to make a t-shirt I really don’t need.
Thank you to all those who are helping folks in the Houston area.
Ok, here’s the deal, y’all. I’m in a mood for some rain. I know, I know, if I really want rain, why don’t I just go to the Gulf Coast and get in on some of Hurricane Harvey’s action? Well, I’m only off for two days and I don’t want to die just yet.
Anyway, the reason I want some rain is to set the mood for some inspiration for a story I’ve been trying to write for a few months now. Imagine it’s raining. Hard. Late at night. You and your hombres are out there in it . . . waiting. Something is headed towards your position, but you don’t know quite what it is yet. All you can see is something, lots of somethings, darting just out of eyesight when the lightning flashes. You can’t hear any sounds save the rain and thunder. What are you going to do?
That, friends and neighbors, is the story I want to write and why I want a storm. If it doesn’t rain? Well, I’ll go to YouTube and pull up a rain video and turn it up loud. I also have some printed images of nighttime rain to look at.
Time to set the mood.
I originally intended for this blog to exclusively feature my fictional short stories and musings regarding said tales, but sometimes I feel like writing about other things that cross my mind.
The other day I was doing an inventory and inspection of my archery equipment and while doing so I ended up taking a stroll down memory lane.
Decades ago I was heavy into archery. So much so that my mother and sisters joked that I single-handedly kept Cabela’s and Gander Mountain catalog companies operational through my archery equipment purchases. When I was 18 years old I was living in Grand Prairie, Texas. On Highway 303 a sporting goods store opened. I waited a few weeks until the crowds died down before I opted to shop there. One particular morning I went in there fully intending to spend about $10 and no more than $25 on new archery equipment.
I took about four steps inside the front door of the store and this cute little gal about my age greeted me with the biggest, prettiest smile I had seen in a long time. She walked me around showing me items that were on sale and I followed her around like a lost puppy dog. By the time she was done with me I had a gigantic shopping bag stuffed with things I didn’t even need. I had spent $175 in there, and that was in the mid-1980’s when that amount of money would be $300 to $400 in today’s funds.
I later found out that little filly was the store owner’s daughter. I’ve heard of excellent salesmanship skills, but she was crazy good at her craft. I never went in that store again because I was afraid of what she was going to talk me into buying the next time.
So, beware, guys. Pretty smiles will often separate you from your money quite quickly.
I am in the process of building up a Kill Team for the Heralds of Ruin game representing the Red Corsairs Renegade Astartes force based in the Maelstrom.
My original intention was to create a lead character who was a sorcerer who had a crow as a familiar and a pet attack wolf. After some thought I opted to create two characters and split the animals up. One of the characters will be an Aspiring Champion who has the attack wolf. The other will be a sorcerer with the familiar. I see these two characters being rivals who fight for the same cause, which is to do the bidding of their master, Huron Blackheart, Chapter Master of the Red Corsairs. Even though they both seek similar results, each has his own agenda for doing so. I still don’t even have names for these two individuals, but hopefully that’ll be addressed soon.
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I recently had a health-wise wake-up call.
Late last month I was at work at the prison and was quite busy. I had a stack of work that needed to get done, so I was moving from project to project without delay. Don’t get me wrong, I was grateful for the workload because it was making my shift fly by at Hyperdrive speed. I just forgot to stop for a few seconds between assignments to drink water. THAT, ladies and gentlemen, was my undoing.
It was hot that day. (Summer in Texas is HOT.) The temperature was in the high 90’s (F) with a heat index of about 107 (F). That, combined with the fact that I did not drink enough water, caused my blood pressure to spike. I don’t remember the exact numbers, but they were sky high. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my ribcage and dance a jig on top of my chest. The doctor in the prison clinic opted to send me to the hospital because he thought I was having a heart attack.
After the ER doctor, Doctor Disney (yes, folks, that was his name), ordered two blood tests, he determined that I had gotten too hot and was quite dehydrated. So, I’ve put myself onto a special diet. The diet consists of low carbs, low sugar, more vegetables and lean protein and LOTS of water. I’m taking my younger son’s dog on walks when it’s not quite so hot in the day. I’m also taking time to walk around the housing unit more often as well.
I have to remind myself to drink water BEFORE I get thirsty. If I’ve waited until I’m thirsty, I’ve waited too long. If I’m not thirsty, drink water anyway. Hydration, hydration, hydration.
Besides, a hydrated mind is a creative mind.