It's time once again for the 52-week blogging challenge. And today I'm supposed to write about "My favorite movies."
This is easy.
Probably my favorite movie of all time is Lord of the Rings: Return of the King.
My second favorite movie is Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.
Despite a few bits of clunky writing (usually when the writers strayed from Tolkien), these moves are damn near perfect. And the extended editions are even better. I can watch them over and over (and often do, along with Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers).
Other favorite movies (in no particular order): Aliens, Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back, The Seven Year Itch, and Ghostbusters (the original).
The Seven Year Itch I enjoy because the protagonist's brain works just like mine. Plus it's a very funny movie. Another older movie I enjoy is Some Like it Hot. It's hilarious.
Aliens is the perfect military scifi movie with a few horror tropes added (even though I don't like horror, I can take it in small doses).
The Empire Strikes Back is, in my opinion the best of the Star Wars movies. The battle on Hoth is amazing, especially for pre-CGI special effects. It is a very intense movie.
And Ghostbusters is an amazing comedy. Why anyone thought to remake it, I don't know.
What's your favorite movie? Comment below.
Thursday, February 23, 2017
Monday, February 20, 2017
Car Review: 2017 Audi A4 2.0T
For about a week I drove a sliver 2017 Audi A4 2.0T. And I liked it. Much better than that A3 I drove.
First of all, from the exterior it is a handsome car with the right creases in the sheet metal and the correct aggressive lines in the front fascia. The daylight running lights are some of the coolest looking I've ever seen. I enjoyed seeing their reflection in shop windows when I would park.
The interior is not as impressive with cheap-looking materials that might have come from the VW parts bin. The infotainment screen was permanently stuck to the front of the dash like an after thought. It could be turned off, but that was all. I know Audi likes its infotainment screens to pop out of the dash. This one didn't, just looked like it did. I'm not sure if the wood was fake or just looked fake.
The car didn't have a navigation system installed (even though it had buttons for one), so I wasn't able to evaluate that. European cars are infamous for having speedometers read high. And this one was, according to the GPS speed app on my phone, no exception. The speedometer read two miles per hour high.
The start engine button was in a strange, almost hard to reach place near your right knee. And the car had that stop-start function that most (if not all) new Audis have. When you stop the car at say a stop light, the engine shuts off to save gasoline. I learned (eventually) that if I ignored it, it worked best. The engine would turn on when you lift your foot from the brake. But then I would wait for it to start before putting my foot on the accelerator. If I just moved my foot to the accelerator, the engine was always on by the time I got there. So by the end of the week, that's what I was doing. Also, when you put the car in park, the engine would stop. I don't know how many times I almost got out of the vehicle when it was still "on" because the engine was off and to me, that means the car is off.
The seats were leather and reasonably comfortable. The car rode like a larger car unless the road turned rough, then you could feel its size. Like all Audis, it seemed to be carved from a single block of steel it was so solid.
The base A4 has front will drive and a manual transmission. The one I drove had Audi's Quattro all-wheel-drive system and a smooth seven-speed automatic. The automatic did its job with little fuss. It had a sport mode that always put the RPMs in the power band. This was useful for passing.
The engine, a 2.0 liter turbo-charged four cylinder had 252 horsepower which for this size car, was plenty but not excessive. The engine sounded good until you got it near the red line when it turned buzzy.
The car I drove was the "Premium Plus Quattro" model which came with a Bang & Olufsen sound system with 19 speakers. From the driver's seat I could count 11 without looking in the rear-view mirror (then I could see 13). I don't know where the other six were, probably in the rear doors. It sounded amazing playing classic rock or classical music. I didn't see any place to put in a CD. But the radio worked very well, picking up FM stations from quite a ways away (there was no satellite radio other than the preview channel).
The biggest drawback of the car, for me, was it was too small. It had four doors and a back seat but it would be tough putting adults in that space, unless they didn't have legs.
All in all I enjoyed the car. I could see buying it or maybe its S4 cousin (same car, bigger engine) if I didn't need to put adults in my back seat.
UPDATE: there is no S4, which is too bad because I think that would be a really cool car.
UPDATE 2: The S4 is coming.
First of all, from the exterior it is a handsome car with the right creases in the sheet metal and the correct aggressive lines in the front fascia. The daylight running lights are some of the coolest looking I've ever seen. I enjoyed seeing their reflection in shop windows when I would park.
The interior is not as impressive with cheap-looking materials that might have come from the VW parts bin. The infotainment screen was permanently stuck to the front of the dash like an after thought. It could be turned off, but that was all. I know Audi likes its infotainment screens to pop out of the dash. This one didn't, just looked like it did. I'm not sure if the wood was fake or just looked fake.
The car didn't have a navigation system installed (even though it had buttons for one), so I wasn't able to evaluate that. European cars are infamous for having speedometers read high. And this one was, according to the GPS speed app on my phone, no exception. The speedometer read two miles per hour high.
The start engine button was in a strange, almost hard to reach place near your right knee. And the car had that stop-start function that most (if not all) new Audis have. When you stop the car at say a stop light, the engine shuts off to save gasoline. I learned (eventually) that if I ignored it, it worked best. The engine would turn on when you lift your foot from the brake. But then I would wait for it to start before putting my foot on the accelerator. If I just moved my foot to the accelerator, the engine was always on by the time I got there. So by the end of the week, that's what I was doing. Also, when you put the car in park, the engine would stop. I don't know how many times I almost got out of the vehicle when it was still "on" because the engine was off and to me, that means the car is off.
The seats were leather and reasonably comfortable. The car rode like a larger car unless the road turned rough, then you could feel its size. Like all Audis, it seemed to be carved from a single block of steel it was so solid.
The base A4 has front will drive and a manual transmission. The one I drove had Audi's Quattro all-wheel-drive system and a smooth seven-speed automatic. The automatic did its job with little fuss. It had a sport mode that always put the RPMs in the power band. This was useful for passing.
The engine, a 2.0 liter turbo-charged four cylinder had 252 horsepower which for this size car, was plenty but not excessive. The engine sounded good until you got it near the red line when it turned buzzy.
The car I drove was the "Premium Plus Quattro" model which came with a Bang & Olufsen sound system with 19 speakers. From the driver's seat I could count 11 without looking in the rear-view mirror (then I could see 13). I don't know where the other six were, probably in the rear doors. It sounded amazing playing classic rock or classical music. I didn't see any place to put in a CD. But the radio worked very well, picking up FM stations from quite a ways away (there was no satellite radio other than the preview channel).
The biggest drawback of the car, for me, was it was too small. It had four doors and a back seat but it would be tough putting adults in that space, unless they didn't have legs.
All in all I enjoyed the car. I could see buying it or maybe its S4 cousin (same car, bigger engine) if I didn't need to put adults in my back seat.
UPDATE: there is no S4, which is too bad because I think that would be a really cool car.
UPDATE 2: The S4 is coming.
Saturday, February 18, 2017
RadCon 7A
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| Me in My Brown Fedora |
The panels I'll be on are:
Saturday at 12:45 P.M. in room 2201: The Many Ways of Plotting.
Saturday at 2:00 P.M. also in room 2201: Research, Not Just for Scholars Anymore.
Sunday at 11:30 A.M. in room 2207: Grammar Mistakes (Almost) Everyone Makes (I'm the moderator).
You might also catch me in room 2129 in the Dealers' Annex where the Central Washington Writers' Guild will be selling books and other fun stuff. Check it out.
Hope to see you there!
UPDATE: I had a panel on Friday added to my schedule. It was about writing historical fantasy. Go figure. And a panel on Sunday was canceled.
Friday, February 17, 2017
A Speculative Fiction Cantina Replay with Marina Fontaine and Daniella Bova
Today on the Speculative Fiction Cantina we are playing a "best of" show with writers Marina Fontaine and Daniella Bova.
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| Marina Fontaine |
Marina Fontaine is a Russian by birth, an American by choice, and an unrepentant book addict.
Because of her background, Marina always appreciates an opportunity to discover, share and support pro-freedom literature. She runs Small Government Book Fan Club on Goodreads, Conservative-Libertarian Fiction Alliance group on Facebook, and a cultural commentary/review blog, Marina’s Musings. She is a part of the Creators’ Team at Liberty Island website, where she contributes book reviews and some creative work.
Marina is the author of Chasing Freedom (a 2016 Dragon Award finalist for Best Apocalyptic Novel) and The Product, a dystopian novella published by the Superversive Press.
Marina lives in New Jersey with her very supportive husband, three children and four guinea pigs, working as an accountant by day and a writer by night. Her other interests include hard rock music, action movies and travel.
Marina's Books:
The Product
Chasing Freedom
Marina's Links:
Blog
Gab
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| Daniella Bova |
Daniella Bova and her husband live in beautiful Chester County, Pennsylvania. In addition to writing, Daniella loves reading, running in the beauty of the nature preserve near her home, the Catholic Faith, Classic Rock, Delaware Bay and the Delaware Beaches, and any and all forms of textile and fiber artistry.
Daniella is the author of "The Storms Of Transformation" Series, a near future dystopia. Book One, Tears Of Paradox, and Book Two, The Notice, were CLFA Book of the Year Nominees. Book Three, Cadáin's Watch, will be published in February of 2017.
Daniella's Books:
Tears of Paradox
The Notice
Cadáin's Watch (Storms Of Transformation Book 3) for preorder
Daniella's Links:
Website
Blog
Gab
From Today's Show: Satellite Galaxy May be Clue to Dark Matter.
Thursday, February 16, 2017
My OCD Habits
Well, once again it's time for the 52-week blogging challenge. Today's prompt is "My OCD Habits." Just to be OCD about making sure you know what that means, "OCD" is "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder." OCD can be a serious problem, and affect people so much they can't live a normal, enjoyable life.
But in pop culture it has turned into anything someone is obsessive about, like cleanliness or making sure their books on the shelf are in alphabetical order.
I'm OCD about two things: my computer and my cars. I look at some people's home screens on their computers and it's covered with icons, might even have a file or three there, and it drives me nuts. I currently have 10 icons on my computer screen. They are all lined up neatly on the left side of the screen.
Most everything on my computer is in a directory (now called "folders"). I do have some things that defy catigorization just in documents. But the vast majority of things are organized into folders. Or sub folders. Or sub-sub folders.
The other thing I'm OCD about is my cars and keeping them clean. I have one car that I don't drive if it's snowing or even raining if I can help it. And if the weather is nice, I wash my cars' exteriors about once a week. I have them detailed in the spring (especially the one that does get driven in the snow). I am also a bit OCD about maintenance.
But if you looked at my office, you'd know I'm not OCD about neatness It's a mess.
What are you ODC about. Comment below.
But in pop culture it has turned into anything someone is obsessive about, like cleanliness or making sure their books on the shelf are in alphabetical order.
I'm OCD about two things: my computer and my cars. I look at some people's home screens on their computers and it's covered with icons, might even have a file or three there, and it drives me nuts. I currently have 10 icons on my computer screen. They are all lined up neatly on the left side of the screen.
Most everything on my computer is in a directory (now called "folders"). I do have some things that defy catigorization just in documents. But the vast majority of things are organized into folders. Or sub folders. Or sub-sub folders.
The other thing I'm OCD about is my cars and keeping them clean. I have one car that I don't drive if it's snowing or even raining if I can help it. And if the weather is nice, I wash my cars' exteriors about once a week. I have them detailed in the spring (especially the one that does get driven in the snow). I am also a bit OCD about maintenance.
But if you looked at my office, you'd know I'm not OCD about neatness It's a mess.
What are you ODC about. Comment below.
Friday, February 10, 2017
The Speculative Fiction Cantina with Owen Elgie and Aran Jane
Today on the Speculative Fiction Cantina we are pleased to welcomes writers Owen Elgie and Aran Jane.
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| Owen Elgie |
Owen Elgie has been drawn to storytelling within the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres for years. A keen sportsman in his youth and still a dedicated follower of many sports now, he grew up in Kent before moving to South Wales in 2003.
Son of an English father and a Welsh mother, he finally put pen to paper on a story he'd had running through his head for years which eventually became The Circle of Fire.
Originally planned as a stand-alone novel, it has since become the opening salvo in a series of five.
He is still living in the same house his grandparents lived in and is doing his best to stay creative.
Owen's Books:
The Circle of Fire
The Circle of Duty
Tall Tales for Dark Nights
Owen's Links:
Blog
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| Aran Jane |
Aran Jane was born in Camp Pendleton, California, attended college at Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis, and now lives with his wife, Sheri, in Encinitas, California.

Aran's Book:
Mondragon
Aran's Links:
Website
Blog
From Today's Program: 2017 May Be the Year We Find Dark Matter.
Thursday, February 9, 2017
An Embarrassing Moment
Time once again for the 52-week blogging challenge. Today's prompt is "My Embarrassing Stories."
Hmmmm, that would be embarrassing.
Okay, here's a story that is kind of embarrassing and also funny. I've never been a big sports guy up until I found my love for University of Washington Husky football. So in my early 20s (in the early 1980s) when I was in college (for the first time) I paid very little attention to sports.
I was working at pizza place in Bellevue, Washington. Bellevue is a suburb of Seattle and there are a lot of people living there, or near there, who have money (Bill Gates lives close to there, for example). One time a woman came in named "Nordstrom" (based on her credit card) and she was wearing a diamond ring with the rock the size of an almond.
We didn't deliver. One night it was slow and a guy called in a pizza. I asked for his name (as usual) and he told me something. I have no memory now of what it was. So I cooked the pizza.
The guy who came in was amazingly tall. Bushy blonde afro (he was white) Way over six feet. The woman with him, who was probably 5'6", looked tiny next to him. (She was also gorgeous). So the guy pays for the pizza with cash and because it was slow, I said something to him like "Wow, you're tall." He said, "Yeah." So, I said, "You have think of playing basketball?" And he smiles and says, "Yeah, I've thought about it." And takes his pizza and leaves.
So the assistant manager comes up to me and says, "Only you would as Jack Sikma if he plays basketball."
Now even I knew Jack Sikma played for the Seattle Sonics. I said, "That wasn't the name he gave me when he called in the pizza."
Oh, and he's 6'11".
So, Jack Sikma, wherever you are, sorry about that. I really did not realize it was you.
Hmmmm, that would be embarrassing.
Okay, here's a story that is kind of embarrassing and also funny. I've never been a big sports guy up until I found my love for University of Washington Husky football. So in my early 20s (in the early 1980s) when I was in college (for the first time) I paid very little attention to sports.
I was working at pizza place in Bellevue, Washington. Bellevue is a suburb of Seattle and there are a lot of people living there, or near there, who have money (Bill Gates lives close to there, for example). One time a woman came in named "Nordstrom" (based on her credit card) and she was wearing a diamond ring with the rock the size of an almond.
We didn't deliver. One night it was slow and a guy called in a pizza. I asked for his name (as usual) and he told me something. I have no memory now of what it was. So I cooked the pizza.
The guy who came in was amazingly tall. Bushy blonde afro (he was white) Way over six feet. The woman with him, who was probably 5'6", looked tiny next to him. (She was also gorgeous). So the guy pays for the pizza with cash and because it was slow, I said something to him like "Wow, you're tall." He said, "Yeah." So, I said, "You have think of playing basketball?" And he smiles and says, "Yeah, I've thought about it." And takes his pizza and leaves.
So the assistant manager comes up to me and says, "Only you would as Jack Sikma if he plays basketball."
Now even I knew Jack Sikma played for the Seattle Sonics. I said, "That wasn't the name he gave me when he called in the pizza."
Oh, and he's 6'11".
So, Jack Sikma, wherever you are, sorry about that. I really did not realize it was you.
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