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Better Than Twilight, Part 3: I Am Legend

I Am Legend
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There are very few things scarier than the neighbors. Unless you are really, truely friends or family with them, chances are your experience with your neighbors is limited to their “Social Faces”. You know what I mean; the forced smile, artificial cheeriness, the bare minimum of friendliness meant to both reassure you than they mean no harm, but really would rather that you kept to yourself and didn’t bother them.

Ever.

The scariness comes from not really knowing them. Cookie cutter houses in middle class neighborhoods and the solitude of apartments lead to quite a few possibilities.  Outwardly, everything seems acceptable and normal, but behind the anonymity of conformity, when the curtains are drawn, what really goes on?  Do your neighbors have unsavory habits? Have they converted their garage into a drug operation? Do they have a secret sex dungeon in the basement? Are they sadists? Murderers? Cultists?

When it comes down to it, you really don’t know if your neighbors are normal or are monsters.

That is the premise of Richard Matheson’s I am Legend: What if the neighbors really were monsters? »Read More

baD kARmA INk Needs Your Help

Do you burn through books like they are going out of style?

Are you first in line at the comic shop Wednesday mornings?

Do you devour music as soon as it comes out?

Is Netflix LOSING money on you from all the stuff you watch?

Does your DVR run out of space every week?

If you can answer yes to any of these, we need your help.

baD kARmA INk needs content. Specifically we are looking for folks that want to have a regular column here at bkI. Storytelling takes many forms, be it a song, drawing, poem, etc.  We’re even interested in how a story has effected you.

Come on, folks, add to the discussion.

Altered States

From the early times of man, humans have used states of altered consciousness to attempt to enhance their ability to tell stories. Shamans used drugs, fasting, dancing, and whatever else they could find to open a channel to divine inspiration. The inspiration they received was in the form of stories of the creation of the world, or wise tortoise and foolish scorpion, or where the sun goes at night.

The tradition has continued into modern times. The writers, painters, and poets of Victorian age France used absinthe to pave the way to their storytelling muse. Hemingway used vermouth-free Martinis and “newly discovered” Daquiris to find his writing spirit. The songwriters and admen of the 50′s floated in on a veritable barge of cocktails. The writers of the 60′s used psychedelics. Hunter S Thompson appears to have used anything that would work and he could find.

It’s my belief that another fine age of altered states is coming upon us by way of technology. Technology is more involved in storytelling at this time than in any era (that we are aware of) thus far. From the fact that this blog is being prepared right now on a desktop computer, to the digitization of the comic book industry, to the CGI effects of Hollywood filmmakers, technology is bringing stories to us.

I think soon, technology will be bringing us to the stories.

Do you remember Choose Your Own Adventure books? I always loved them as a kid. It made you the star of the adventure, and increased your attachment to the protagonist immensely. Sadly, the suspension of disbelief always got a little broken as you hurriedly flipped to page 114 to see what happened when you tried to hide behind the rock while the dragon breathed fire at you.

Ebooks don’t have to have that problem. Ebooks can react to what you are reading, as you are reading it. In a choose your own adventure Ebook, when you choose to hide behind the rock, you could just click the link, and go right on reading. You could be greeted on the new page by the sound of the dragon breathing fire at you!

With the eye tracking technology we have at this time, you could actually read an entire book and have sound effects that match the action be emitted by the book the entire time. Chirping birds and the soft trill of a nearby brook as lovers meet in a secret glen. Honking horns and cursing taxicab drivers mixed with the sounds of a thousand people going about their daily lives as the gumshoe’s internal monologue follows him down a busy New York street. Whatever it might be.

Virtual reality always sounds hokey to people. They forever imagine bulky headgear and tactile bodysuits that show images unworthy of a Pac-Man arcade game. I have a feeling our glide into virtual reality will take place through an ebook reader, and the realm of sound as we read. I could be entirely wrong, but it seems so logical to me. Bring out the foley artists!

Steps into the virtual world revitalize the imaginations of the audience, which often leads to an incredible era of creativity. Maybe enough creativity will lead to the invention of true virtual reality gear. I’d love to see entertainment move to the level of the interactive book from Neal Stephenson‘s The Diamond Age.

Only the future can get us there. Until then, I’ll check out more cocktails on Drinkhacker and see what inspiration hits me for next week.

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Weekend Fiction: Time to Make Some Beta Clones

7S_250x250Finally it’s Friday. Don’t know about you guys, but I’ve had a long week and all I want to do is sit inside where it’s warms and snuggle up with a good book/laptop/mp3 player and binge on some fiction.

Here is our recommendations for your weekend enjoyment.

PodCastle has an interesting alternate-history-meets-Asian-magic story called “On Bookstores, Burners, And Origami” by Jason D. Wittman.  There is also a new Escape Pod story by Jeff Spock entitled ”Everything That Matters“.  Rounding out Escape Artists is Pseudopod with “The Dude Who Collected Lovecraft” by Nick Mamatas and Tim Pratt with some interesting commentary on Lovecraft’s racism and creepy fans.

Variant Frequencies has more Failed Cities and over at Seth Harwood’s CrimeWav is “My Father’s Secret” by Simon Wood, a touching little story about a father and son bonding over a murder. Tor has a story by Elizabeth Bear called “The Horrid Glory Of It’s Wings“and are serializing Cory Doctrow’s Makers.

And last but not least, for those of you who are not yet Beta Clones, check out new media bad-ass and all around nice guy J.C. Hutchins and his  re-podcast/PDF’s of the print manuscript of 7th Son: Descent.  Oh, and don’t forget, dead tree copies make excellent Christmas gifts, hint-hint.

Doh! Repost: “No Strings Attached” by Christopher A. Helton

So…

Chris has sent me copies of this story so often for so long that I forget which version is which. So, last week when I posted “No Strings Attached” I kinda, sorta, used the wrong version.

Oops.

To make up for it, here is the correct version of the story.

Side note: This affords you the opportunity to compare and contrast the two versions of this story. I expect at least 3 pages on my desk by Monday.

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Original Fiction: “Have Another Smoke” by Joanna Roter

Joanna Roter is a graduate of UW Milwaukee with a Bachelor Degree in Creative Writing. Currently employed in the world of high finance. Hobbies include movies, comics, music, singing, dancing, cocktails, philosophy, and knitting.

Remember, friends help you move, but real friends help you move bodies.

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Guilty Little Pleasures

Amazing Spider-Man #62“They’re not comic books.  They’re graphic novels!”

Heard that before?  It is the usual alibi grown men (and women) give to their friends when caught with a comic book collection.  There is usually some teasing involved, some good-natured and some not, which usually follows up with the guilty party blushing with embarrassment and quickly stowing away whatever trade paperback he or she happens to be reading.

My question is simple.  What is so wrong about enjoying a romp through a comic book?

Let’s see if I can guess the answers.   Usually, the first response is very straightforward…comic books are for children.  My reply would be also rather direct.

You’re wrong.

Quite simply, there is some rather complex concepts being thrown about in your average comic book.  Let’s take a look at the comic shown, Amazing Spider-Man #62.  First seen back in July of 1968, this happens to be the oldest original comic book I have in my possession (reprints don’t count).  The general synopsis is rather self-explanatory.  Super-powered boy meets super-powered girl.  Boy fights girl.  The two find that they are both on the same side, fighting only because of some misunderstanding.  Boy and girl go separate ways.  The typical formula for having one hero show up in a cross-over in another hero’s storyline.  At least, that’s what is on the surface.

But wait, there’s more.  Medusa, as it turns out, is really on a scouting mission, to see if society would be able to accept her as she is.  Spidey is worried about how to win back Gwen Stacy after seemingly betraying her father, with the both of them too heartbroken to be able to speak to each other.  Norman Osborne is slowly going mad as memories of his past life as the Green Goblin slowly begin to surface after suffering partial amnesia.  A company executive tries to manipulate first Medusa, then Spidey…all for the sake of publicizing hair spray.   Finally, Medusa rejects society, regretting the fact that the human race is just not ready for the likes of her.

What do we have, then?  We have a story about seeking social acceptance, betrayal, heartbreak, madness, greed and regret.  Not bad for 20 pages of graphic art.

The colorful graphics and flashy art may pull in the kiddies, but it is the intricate plot hooks, far-reaching story arcs and subtle references to real life that keep the grown-ups entertained, too.

So, don’t be ashamed of those comics, err, I mean graphic novels,  in the corner.  Break out an old one and give it a fresh reading.   See what lies beneath the gratuitous imagery.  You might be surprised at what you find.

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baD kARmA INk Needs Your Help!!!

Do you burn through books like they are going out of style?

Are you first in line at the comic shop Wednesday mornings?

Do you devour music as soon as it comes out?

Is Netflix LOSING money on you from all the stuff you watch?

Does your DVR run out of space every week?

If you can answer yes to any of these, we need your help.

baD kARmA INk needs content. Specifically we are looking for folks that want to have a regular column here at bkI. Storytelling takes many forms, and we want your take.  One time submissions or regular content, doesn’t matter, either is welcome.

Come on, folks, add to the discussion…

…if you dare.  Bwahahahah-*cough* *hack* Anybody have  a cough-drop?

Gimme Some Dethmass Music!!!

Metalocalypse crew at Titmouse, Inc.
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I must be subconsciously rebelling against Christmas music. I cringe when I hear it. I change the channel when those fucking GPS commercials come on. I try and get the hell out o the store if they are playing Jingle Bells.  The incessant cheeriness of it gets to me. Don’t get me wrong, hope, love, happiness, it’s all good, but, well, it just seems fake.

And it is.

Commercialism, toys, TV specials, it’s all fake. Hell, even the traditions are fake; bastardizations of  bastardizations of solstice festivals of numerous cultures coming together to make plastic trees and pumpkin spice flavored instant cappuccino.

I think we need to put the pagan back in Christmas, and I don’t mean those touchy-feely pagans.  No I mean blood orgy and human sacrifice kinds of pagans. I want the those Salvation Army buckets filled with blood, not spare change. I want to see snow discolored by body fluids.  I want to hear screams of pain. I want BRUTALITY!!!

That’s probably why I’m listening to Dethklok.

The fictional band and subject of Metalocalypse is about as far as you can get from the synthetic Christmas season.  There is nothing nice about their dark and often hilarious death metal. I mean, songs like “Dethharmonic”, “Hatredcopter”, and “Go Forth and Die” are about as far away from “White Christmas” as you can get.  It’s the perfect cure for that nagging seasonal cheeriness.

Course, I haven’t seen their Christmas special yet…

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Visual Autophony

When you listen to music, what runs through your mind?  When listening to “Night on Bald Mountain” by Modest Mussorgsky, do you envision Disney’s Fantasia, with the giant demon Chernabog raising ghosts and monsters to resurrect as demons for his personal enjoyment?  Does the chorus for the Flock of Seagulls’ song “I Ran (So Far Away)” send you on a visual odyssey of spinning mirrors, aluminum foil and men with rather unique haircuts?

Yeah, me too.  And that is the problem.

In an age where the visual medium is the dominant form of entertainment, music has taken a backseat.  It is swiftly becoming the accompaniment for videos and movies, rather than standing on its own as a vibrant and personal form of communication.

Think about it for a moment.   For the ‘mainstream’ pop and rock radio stations, which songs become hits?  The songs with the eye-catching music videos, of course.  How do we determine who is to be our next musical idol?  The artist’s appearance seems to come first, and then we worry about the musical talent.  An artist like Susan Boyle could stun the world with her musical artistry, if given the chance.  However, with a homely appearance, how often would that artist get the opportunity?

Whatever happened to just listening to a song and forming your own story?  Music has the advantage of being a storytelling medium where each person could have a different viewpoint each time a song is heard.  The listener is able to interject his or her own emotion into the music, allowing the simple arraignment of chords and harmonies to become a reflection of one’s own self, a reflection that is dynamic because we ourselves are ever changing.  Once a video representation is set to music, that reflection becomes static.  It will never be as personally significant as what it could be again.

A music video is forcing the viewer to accept an outside view.  Essentially, a video is saying “Never mind what you might think you feel.  This is how you should feel.”  It removes the intimate emotional reaction the audience may have to the music and replaces it with a manufactured response purposely designed by a third party.  This may be good for mostly visual mediums such as films, but for music as a stand-alone art form, it stunts the audience’s imagination.

As the world becomes more visual, there will be no escaping from the music video…and that is fine.  I just prefer to take my music straight as it is, without any preconceived notions to color my perceptions.