write on a typewriter
I love writing on a typewriter. There’s something very satisfying about producing instant hardcopy, and it makes you more mindful of the sentence you’re about to write, since you can’t just backspace and get rid of it. I work in longhand these days, which has the same advantage while being even more fun. Ever since I started writing “analog”, my prose has gotten tighter and less wordy.
fountain pen and paper
The ultimate analog writing method. I have to admit that I’m utterly addicted to the feel of a good fountain pen nib putting down a smooth line of ink on good paper. Writing longhand shares the advantages of using a typewriter, but you’re more flexible when it comes to writing location. (Try hauling a twenty-pound Olympia to a coffee shop without throwing your back out.) It’s also a more organic way to write, for lack of a better term. As I cross out words and change things around, the page just kind of evolves. I can see my changes and margin notes, whereas the deleted stuff on a computer just disappears altogether.
mormon theology in mistborn
Brandon Sanderson’s “Mistborn” trilogy contains no Mormon theology I can remember—unless Mormons can do magic by ingesting little flakes of metal, which I don’t believe to be the case.
fake cheese mouse traps don’t work
I have a Victor trap with a fake cheese bait paddle that says otherwise. As of this morning, it has accumulated nine hash marks under the little mouse drawing on its back.
nuts with guns
Here you go:
dog washing machine
There is such a thing? Where can I buy one? It would make keeping those little stinkers clean so much less of a chore. Do they make tiny ones for Chihuahuas, and huge industrial-sized front loaders for Great Danes? Do I even need special equipment? I mean, I can probably stuff all four of ours into our little Kenmore…although I suspect I should set the cycle to “Gentle”, and use a low water level. Any tips for keeping them from barfing during the spin cycle? Because, you know, that gets them all messy again.
being a parent means your life is over
I won’t deny that some parts of your life are definitely over—the parts where you get to sleep in until 10am, party all weekend, or leave the house without twenty minutes of preparation. The stuff you trade for all of those abilities, however, makes it well worth the exchange. You’ll get to meet someone who thinks you’re the coolest, most capable person on the planet, and then you get to show them how the world works.
pistol cal 32 walther ppk
The PPK is a fine little gun, especially in .32ACP. I actually prefer the PPKs in that caliber to the versions chambered in the larger .380, because they don’t tend to beat themselves up, they have fewer reliability problems, and they’re more pleasant to shoot. Also, they’re just don’t-you-wanna-pinch-its-cheek-if-it had-one adorably pretty little guns.
Some novelists who work longhand: Neil Gaiman, Neal Stephenson, Garth Nix, Joe Haldeman, J.K. Rowling, and Stephen King (since Dreamcatcher, anyway). Also, pretty much every novelist before Mark Twain, who was the first author to deliver a typewritten manuscript to his publisher—Life on the Mississippi, in 1883. (Twain didn’t type it up himself, though—he dictated the book to a typist from his handwritten pages.)
"are protestants christian"
Well, let’s see. Do they believe in Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior? Then they’re Christians, aren’t they?
One thing I find amazing about American Christianity is the fact that some believers dispute that the other denominations are “true” Christians. In Tennessee, I attended a college class where all the present students except for me agreed with the statement that “Christians” and “Catholics” are two different things. And if you think that kind of weirdness is limited to the Catholic/Protestant divide, find yourself a Southern Baptist and tell him that his daughter’s secretly dating a Mormon or an Episcopal.
Those are/were the long range reconnaissance patrol units of the German Army. Prior to the Bundeswehr’s massive post-Cold War reorganization, there were three Fernspaeher companies, one for each German Army corps: FSK100 in Braunschweig (for I Corps), FSK200 in Weingarten (for II Corps), and FSK300 in Fritzlar (for III Corps.) I served in FSK300 back in 1989.
In the big reorganization fracas, FSK100 and 300 were disbanded, and their personnel absorbed into the new KSK (Kommando Spezialkraefte, the new German Special Forces branch). FSK200 was converted to a Lehrkompanie (schooling unit), although their recon teams are an active part of the Bundeswehr’s special forces command.
how to write a military novel
You write a literary novel, strip out all the stuff about unrequited love and chain-smoking in the rain, put in a bunch of guns and uniforms, and end the love story subplot in Chapter One, where the hero gets disgusted with his love interest ditching him for the prom, and goes off to join the Marines instead. (If you’re writing Military SF, make him join the Space Marines.)
I am not aware of a nuclear-powered scooter, but I’d be totally in the market for one. Call it the Vespa Becquerel. I’d buy one just for riding it down to the alternative coffee shop where all the latte-slurping hippies hang out. I’d park it near the front door, get an outdoor table, and start counting aneurysms.
That’s it for the MSSF First of June edition, friends and neighbors. Now back to work! In Soviet Russia, paycheck earns you!