The Guy Who Goes On After the Ninja Act

Will Hindmarch • October 21st, 2008 @ 11:51 pm • Uncategorized

Am I late? That is so me.

First thing, let me tell you what a mess it is back here behind the curtain at Ecstatic Days. Ninja cowls everywhere. I wish I’d come in and gotten this thing started on Sunday, ’cause I could’ve opened some windows and let out the stale smoke-bomb fumes. The floor’s all sticky with last week’s zombies and the recliner reeks of Internecivus raptus. These things stuck to my shoe are either ivory beads or a spat-out teeth. Some pirate’s spent bandanna is draped over the halogen torch lamp over here. A dozen empty copper shell casings are lined up on top of the TV, unlike the two dozen or so lolling free on the floor. There’s a Colt single-action Army between the couch cushions, its cylinder loaded with six rounds of candy corn. That sound you hear is the Victrola; it’s been at the end of its record for days. There’s about a third left in that two-liter of orange soda, but it’s gone flat; the RC Cola’s just dregs and those Delerium Nocturnum bottles are all ashes and butts. One of them Predators smoked all the cigars Jeff said he was leaving for me. And I don’t know what that thing is in the sink, but given the local custom I’m going to go with: squid.

Honestly, that’s what I got right now. Introductions can wait for tomorrow. It’s like we got to the camp ground after dark. When the sun comes up we’ll see if we pitched our tents in the river.

I made a little list here of topics I thought might touch on this week, from self-promotion and the tradition of reviling one’s own writing, to why I’ve given up on writing roleplaying games (about one million times) and where the hell I get off thinking that I know better than Charles Stross what near-future SF is meant to do. And tomorrow I’m going to give you some zombies, because ’tis the season and the kids they seem to like the zombies.

In the meantime, to fill space, I may post pictures of nonsense things. Figure 1.1:
A Smoke and a Chicken

6 Responses to “The Guy Who Goes On After the Ninja Act”

  1. Sir Tessa says:

    I have no idea what you’re talking about, I wasn’t even there that day, it had nothing to do with me.

    (And the recliner smelt like that anyway.)

  2. Jesse Bullington says:

    That picture is horrifying. Dunno who I’d least like to tangle with, both rooster-what-broke-his-manacles and diminutive-smoking-patent-leather-monk appear to be Bad Dudes. I imagine when they get really pissed they transform into some kind of spurred and smoldering chicken-child voltron.

  3. ~ says:

    @jesse

    I was Thinking a phoenix as you have fire, bird, and youth.

  4. Larry says:

    There’s a bad joke there about that midget having a huge cock, right? :(

  5. Bill Ectric says:

    Oh, Tessa, you should have been there! There were ninjas and bombs and pirates, a bear, a grocery store, a lady wearing a red hood, a . . .

    SAAYYYY, what gives?

    I’m beginning to think that wasn’t Bela Lugosi in the second half of Plan 9 From Outer Space, too!

  6. Celsius1414 says:

    Actually, the “kid” in the photo is 27. Smoking really does stunt your growth.

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