Almost Done…
Sorry for the lack of posting. Easter holidays and of course i’ve been working like a madman to finish the Atompunk Opera. Which…. DOWN TO THE LAST SONG!!! And considering the last song is an epilogue song, boom! This is […]
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Sorry for the lack of posting. Easter holidays and of course i’ve been working like a madman to finish the Atompunk Opera. Which…. DOWN TO THE LAST SONG!!! And considering the last song is an epilogue song, boom! This is […]
Who likes a good ghost story? Everyone! At least all the cool kids. Not the douchey “we don’t like ghost stories” douches, i mean YOU, the actually, REALLY cool kids. My dear friend and write par excellence has released her first […]
I was going to post today on my favorite narrators, but then Sarah de Buck, saraah11 over at deviant art sent me this awesome atompunk opera poster she made. I luuuuuuuuuuuuuuv it so i must share it.
Don’t ask why, just trust me, this is important to the bit i’m currently working on. So, old 60s and 70s sci fi shows. Most are almost impossibly cheesy looking back although some do have some really inventive ideas that […]
So uh… well, here’s the Overture to the Atompunk Opera, at least as it stands now. I’ve only just stopped work on it after 2 furious days and have no doubt i may make corrections. The voice in particular is […]
I get to be home for a week by myself. It’s like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. Naturally this sort of thing always makes me think about the song Eraserhead by Bruce McCulloch. If you have never […]
Okay i have to change all the G chords in the verses of the last song to Bm chords, but otherwise, the 3rd act is basically in the bag. In each of the operas i have a personal favorite act. In […]
So check this out: for those of you who have read The Scar by China Mieville (and if you haven’t READ THIS AWESOME BOOK), here is the first steps of such an anarchic floating city in our world. The Swimming […]
I just peed in my pants. The following is by Cindi Reed published over at Vegas Seven. Outside the tent, a desert tempest rages. Inside, it smells like circus elephants. The floor is dirt, formerly the lawn just outside The Smith […]
I think the title says it all.