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the monkey king mentioned that there was an awesome trailer for a Solomon Kane movie about, and 30 seconds of research revealed that it is due out this month, I got excited - especially since I'm halfway through my first Solomon Kane story, "Hills of the Dead," and loving it.And then I swiftly came to my senses.
The trailer is without a doubt pretty awesome, James Purefoy (Mark Anthony from HBO's Rome) seems to channel a 1980s Christopher Lambert with his grungy, long-haired, "I don't want to kill you, but I'm going to kill you" character, who sure does look a lot like a Puritan devil hunter. But then I realized what month it is: September, the month movies go to die. And, that for as plugged in as I and those around me are into pulp fantasy, that this was the first I'd heard of the film - only about a dozen days from it's supposed American debut on the 24th - does not bode well. Actually the September curse might be circumvented as it seems to only be making the Film Festival circuit now before its Russian release later this year.
All that being said, here is a very cool trailer for a film I hope to see. And if you know some extra awesome detail about this, please do tell, but I'm afraid there might be a twinge of gorilla dust to things here.
Seattle's Capitol Hill FINALLY has it's own Game Store! Walking around through what as become the great Seattle desert this weekend I was rewarded with finding Gamma Ray Games (400 block of E. Pine St.). It's only been open for about a month and it's just a little place, but it's got everything a game store should have, all the old gamer favorite standbys from big-box boardgames, hanging card games, minis, dice, an RPG bookshelf, and even a loft upstairs for gaming. The guys running the place proved friendly and knowledgeable, and really anyone with a tattoo of the Sword of Omens is already on my wave length. They even had a classic RPG section, where I finally snagged my own copies of C1: Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan, Monster Manual I, and Monster Manual II. I even quizzed them about the upcoming Pathfinder RPG, which they knew all about and said they'd be carrying upon its release next month. They also hooked me up with a copy of the Pathfinder RPG release poster, which I'm going to take back to the office tomorrow, get folks to sign it up, and send it back to them as a little "Welcome to the Neighborhood" - and because they've got some bare wall space that needs some love.So yeah, if you're in downtown, Gamma Ray Games (here's their site) is only like five blocks east of Pacific Place, just a block away from Bau Haus coffee and two from the Six Arms. Check em out, 'cause, as we all know, it's love it or lose it when it comes to cool little places like this!
Oh, and to Scott Cheshier and Benjamin Alan Haley, I bought your MM2 and MM1 (respectively) from Gamma Ray Games. Thanks for taking such good care of them!
(Note these guys' card game business cards - gonna need to get them some Item Cards too.)
In a ferocious attempt to segregate my work stuff and my fun time I really haven't been on here as much as I would like to be - this blog falls into a middle realm between work (because it involves typing) and fun (as it involves the crazy shit I like). Regardless! I missed ranting on here about going to see Distant Worlds two weeks back (on the 17th) with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
starkorean andcheerylilgoth.
( And Oh My Gawd was it incredible. )
bigfootcountry and irishninja's brains were somehow to combine, and one was to look upon the madness therein, it would likely be this:Yeah, this is already starting to feel like a three day long party.
( Delviery Saves on Postage )
But the true horror lingered on for the survivors, those frozen by the carnage that would come for them all too soon.
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A few weeks back a very patient Jeremy Jones asked me a number of questions about Paizo, Pathfinder, the Pathfinder RPG, and a few books I've been working on, specifically Princes of Darkness: Book of the Damned Volume I and Classic Horrors Revisited. Given the opportunity, I rambled on for about a text book's length. Yesterday, what sense could be separated from that babbling went up on the Kobold Quarterly Website, along with a pictorial reminder of why I don't wear my hair long anymore. Thanks to Dr. Jones for letting me go on like I did and for distilling sense from my response questions, and to the_monkey_king for, like... whatever he does over there ^_~. Thanks a ton guys, and as always, great, great work!P.S. Made it to Maryland. 10:47 for Wes equals 1:36 here. Wait a second...
I've never been to Las Vegas before, and as I'm only spending about 30 minutes here I don't think I'm in any danger of losing that particular virginity. From the moment the flight attendant started bleating over AP system to this second, watching shirts that don't know how far they are away from Hawaii and hairstyles that look weirdly incomplete without cowboy hats wander by, the entire scene has been the typical sacrine, over-priced American airport experience dialed up to 12. I find that I'm pretty immune to slot machines, but I almost stepped up to an oxygen bar, before noticing the cheapest offering on the menu - plain, scentless, tasteless air - cost $15. Half the price of the next cheapest citrus varieties. I sought instead the comforting shelter of a Starbucks, growing like a tophat wearing vestigial twin out of the side of an obese Burger King. Walking away with a vanilla latte and a cheeseburger - avoiding the temptations of the ANGRY WHOPPER - I remember that I never eat worse than when I travel. But if I take one thing away from my brief visit, aside from 2 pounds of grease and the nightmare image of a monochromatic Carrot Top advertisement - its the dozens of stolen snapshots I took of the desert itself while landing. Daring the ire of the flight attendants - and the risk of flaming death that using electronics in the first and last minutes of a flight brings - I got my first memorable look at the Nevada desert. Comparisons to alien landscapes don't do it justice, as there were mountains that looked like the wrinkled elbow of an ancient man, cliffs like burnt coals, and visible clouds of dust, all both unnerving and truly awesome.
But now my flight is being called. On to swamp and flatness.
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