I’m Home

Catching up on e-mail, work, etc. More later.

21 Comments on “I’m Home”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, for rizzle.

    3 64 60…

    Ooop, num lock was on.

    Glad you’re home safe and sound. Did the bunny miss you?

  2. (and now for something completely different)

    Do dragons have boobs? Does it make any sense whatsoever for them to have boobs? Could someone please agree with me that it doesn’t?

  3. MWT – Bad syllogism time.

    Dragons are considered reptiles
    Reptiles don’t have boobs/teats
    Dragons don’t have boobs/teats

    Now, if a dragon is feeling insecure, or has some kink that makes it want implants…well, that’s not any of my concern. More power to it, good luck with that, etc…

    *You realize, that now I’m wondering if we are talking about multiple rows of teats, cups sizes, dairy production and products, milk fever, weaning, lactation counseling, nipple piercing, support garments, and other odd things that you would deal with on a dragon. Are they intelligent dragons, or big livestock? Are they reptilian, mammalian, or other? Flying, aquatic, or terrestrial? Egg layers or live birth or something else reproductively? As if I needed any more distractions today. Hmmph.

  4. If you’re talking about a dragon with the ability to fly how would the boobs hinder/help areodynamics and other such attributes of flying? What about nipple chafing during flight?

    I’d have to go with no boobs over all though. They’re reptiles, so there’s no need.

  5. They could be warm-blooded reptile-like creatures who give live birth to their young. There’s evidence that at least some dinosaurs were warm-blooded, after all. And there are some reptiles who give birth rather than laying eggs.

    And also, as previously mentioned, as they’re totally imaginary creatures, why couldn’t they have breasts? It’s no more improbable than such a traditionally massive creature being able to fly, despite the fact that the square-cube law pretty much means that the first time a dragon tried to do so, it’d snap its wings right off.

  6. Cassie: Inasmuch as they’re imaginary dragons, I would say they’re mammals, or whatever else you want them to be. It’s your imagination. :)

  7. For those lizards that do have live births, I don’t think they sucle their young, so they still don’t have breats.

    But, sure, Dragons could be mammals. You’d have a lot of ‘splainin to do, and a lot of “purests” would just drop the story at that point, but why not. Heck, Dragons could be their own Kingdom with their own characteristics (somewhere between mammalian and reptilian). Lots of cool things. Heck, there would even be phylum, class, and speciation already in the lore.

  8. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, for rizzle.

    They could have tits on their backs like Cher!

  9. Hellll-lo. Bell curve. As in any population, there will be a lot of average dragons, then a few genius ones, and a few boobs. You can bet on it. Next question.

  10. WTF? I’ve been out in the shop all day and just walked into this conversation blind. Clearly I need to drink a couple more beers before this subject will make any sense to me whatsoever…

    Way to hijack the thread MWT, mention boobs and just like that – you dominate the conversation, not that I’m objecting. I have to ask though, what in the world brought this up?

  11. :D

    Well hey, otherwise this would’ve been a routine list of “welcome home, John” comments.

    What brought it up: a friend is trying to draw a dragon for a roleplaying site logo. At the moment it’s a head and the top half of the wings. I suggested that the dragon would look better if it went farther down the body than where he stopped, such as including more of the chest. This led to some (predictable, I suppose) commentary about boobs. We were in a chat channel at the time with half a dozen other people, who had their own commentary to add. And away we went.

    I must say I was quite entertained by the results here. ;)

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