[Insert joke about cutting the cheese here]

Alan Bedenko posted this photo in his Flickr stream, and I had to post it here. Obviously it’s a big cheese sitting inside some kind of cutting tool, which I at first wondered if it was some kind of antique miter saw…but Alan points out that it’s actually a tool once manufactured for the purpose of cutting Gouda cheese. And it was made by IBM, believe it or not! If you click through to the big version, you can see “International Business Machines” engraved on that nameplate.

Who knew that IBM was once making food service tools? And I wonder what Apple’s cheese-cutting implements looked like?

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Wow, what was in the coffee today?!

Today at work, when I went to my break, I sat down with a legal pad to do a bit of outlining. Now, I’ve never been one to do a lot of outlining when I write. Mainly, I prefer to keep a few rough ideas in my head and then charge toward an ending, or I prefer to figure out my characters and then get them into a situation and see what they do. For the Space Opera project, though, I’ve found the going a bit rougher, to the point where a few months ago I realized I’d made the proverbial Wrong Turn in Albuquerque and ended up setting aside three whole finished chapters.

At that point, I decided to try an outline. Not a super-strict one, not a scene-by-scene and blow-by-blow accounting of everything that would happen, and not for the rest of the book — just some brainstorming on the next two or three chapters from that point. It worked wonders, and those chapters have flowed pretty well. But now I’m where my last bit of outlining left off, so I sat down to repeat the process.

And suddenly…about eighty percent of the remaining plot of the book suddenly sprang into my head. I figured it all out, along with several plot twists that should lend excitement, and some character motivations that I’d been struggling with (one character in particular has to do something at some point — this person just has to do this thing — but I couldn’t figure out why they had to do it, until now).

It’s a heady moment, when you finally see the story in front of you. I haven’t had that feeling in a long time. Back to the Planet of Mystery!

(No, it’s not called the “Planet of Mystery” in the book. Nor is the book called “Planet of Mystery”. Even though, right now, I kinda wish both of those things were true.)

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Sentential Links #255

Two hundred fifty-five! I’ve always liked the number 255. It goes back to when I used to noodle around with my old Commodore VIC-20, writing little programs in BASIC. The number 255 came up a lot back then, because values for the POKE statement had to be between O and 255. Anyway:

:: I’ve long been confused by the saying that people come into one’s life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. To me, it actually makes more sense to say that every single person comes into one’s life for a reason, yet some of those people hang around for a season and others for a lifetime. (Maybe I’m just cynical, but the older I get, the less I believe that anything happens for “a reason”. But I do wish it was the other way around.)

:: For now I’ll just give you a catch phrase: Shakespeare is not Dr. Phil. Reading Shakespeare is not an occasion for extracting neat, packaged “lessons” about life, love, or lawyering. (The fact that he is so quotable obscures this.) If Shakespeare had meant to write an advice manual, he would have written an advice manual. He was demonstrably well acquainted with the two main models for such a manual widely available in Renaissance Europe, Machiavelli and Montaigne. (Couldn’t agree more. I’d almost say the same for the Bible…someone tells me that we should all live according to the Bible, there’s never a convincing answer to my follow-up question, “Which part?” New blog to me, btw.)

:: Lately, when I read other blogs, I find myself getting more and more annoyed with “guest bloggers.” I’m not reading Blogger X to get the thoughts of someone else, I want Blogger X. (I agree. I rarely read a blog when it’s given over to guest-bloggers, and I myself have never once deployed a guest blogger here.)

:: So, always remember, when the shit is going down, Your Own Mask First.

:: If I’m going to get my sluttysparkle outfits out and make up my face and drink blue and purple drinks and dance with my friends, I do not want to do it to music that is sad as shit or that wants to hurt me (or make me hurt myself). (I’m not one for dancing, really, but I do agree with this. I much prefer pop music that sounds happy. Which is why…(oh lord)…I kinda dig some of Lady Gaga’s songs. There, I said it.)

:: It’s hard to envision a more thorough case of a lack of ideas, to come up with a more damning case of creative bankruptcy. Paramount has rebooted the franchise because of all that pesky continuity…and then all they can come up with is to “re-imagine” retell the old stories?? (I commented over on Snell’s post about my lack of enthusiasm for the Star Trek reboot, for much the same reason. We’re not going to get new stories; we’re going to get the superhero-ization of Trek, where every time a new film is announced, everyone starts clamoring to know “who the villain is”.)

:: It’s never too late to write what you might have been writing. (This is utterly, absolutely true. As I noted in her comments, my space opera work-in-progress is a recycled story idea from back when I was happily writing Star Wars fanfic. It’s got a whole new cast now, but the story is still there. Speaking of which, I’ve got to do some work on that story now!)

More next week!

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News, snooze….

I know, two posts about the Buffalo News in one day…but seriously, BuffNews, what in the heck is this? Political reporter/columnist Bob McCarthy spends his last two grafs venting about a local blogger.

A local blogger named Chris Smith has been downright giddy in recent days criticizing The Buffalo News for reporting that SEIU Local 1199 is paying employee Jennifer Hibit to manage Poloncarz’s campaign for county executive. Around here, something unusual and of interest to voters makes a good story.

But not over at WNY Media Network, where Smith toils. More important to the network, apparently, is the $3,750 Poloncarz paid to WNY Media Network for website design and video editing, according to state campaign finance records. In fact, the same records show WNY Media Network has handled Poloncarz’s video campaign for years.

Some local bloggers receive money from politicians. The Politics Column does not — and that says it all.

Well, that’s fascinating stuff, right there. You’ve got all the hallmarks of a newspaper reporter who still — in 2011, ferchrissakes — thinks that bloggers are just dirty little folk who pound out missives without fear of retribution, or something. If he’d had more column space, I’m sure McCarthy would have thrown something in there about Chris’s mom’s basement, his Cheeto-stained fingers, and his pasty-white complexion. (Full disclosure: I’ve been reading Christopher Smith for years. But I’m not affiliated with WNYMedia.net, I don’t get paid by anybody to blog, I have never accepted money from a candidate, et cetera, yada yada yada, sotto voce, e pluribus unum.)

What’s interesting here is that McCarthy completely ignores any of the substance of whatever it was that Chris Smith wrote and went straight for the character attack. Now, I don’t know what the substance of whatever it was that Chris Smith wrote might be, because…well, I just don’t care. What does interest me is a newspaper columnist ignoring criticism entirely and instead directly accusing Chris of receiving money from a local politician. Nothing like a little ad hominem in your Sunday reading, huh? This is not just weak tea, it’s lazy tea. Weak tea is what you get when you don’t steep the tea long enough. Bob McCarthy didn’t even take the tea bag out of the foil package before throwing it into water he didn’t bother to boil. That’s how lazy this is.

One might wonder just how crap like this made it past the editors and into print, but then you realize that the Editor at the News is only just now getting up off her fainting couch after learning that people like the paper for the coupons. That shocking revelation must have her seriously off her game.

(Oh, and as to the “They only love us for the coupons!” thing? Well, I wonder why it is that Buffalo News readers might value the paper highly for its large amount of coupons and ad circulars. I wonder just why that might be….

Notice no parallel headline trumpeting “Over 200,000 words of Pure Journalism Goodness!)

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Sunday Burst of Weird and AWESOME!

Oddities and Awesome abound!

:: Cracked.com’s 5 Biggest Promotional Disasters lists five promotional offers that companies ran that ended up backfiring badly. They left out my favorite, which happened to Pizza Hut back when I was working for them. In 1997,the PH’s in the Baltimore area (which I assume to have been franchised) ran a promotion connected with the Baltimore Ravens, in which for every sack the Ravens recorded, they’d knock $1.00 off the price of a large pizza. (This was a few years before the Ravens’ defense developed into one of the best defensive units ever.) Well, along came a game against the Philadelphia Eagles, against whom the Ravens racked up nine sacks. Honoring the deal meant that you could get a large pizza from Pizza Hut for under two bucks. They made more than 15000 large pizzas (not sure over how many locations) in a four-hour period, and I assume that many of those were sold for either pennies over cost or at an outright loss. Whoops!

:: I never once thought about how slugs mate in all my life, until yesterday, when PZ Myers posted this video. It’s one of the most fascinatingly wonderful things I’ve ever seen.

:: Astronaut Suicides. Your mileage may vary, but I found this to be a near-perfect blend of black humor and goofball absurdity.

More next week!

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Saturday Centus (Sunday edition)

Day late, but I have a good excuse! Really! This week we have a shortened word count — only fifty words, plus our prompt — but how hard can that be, really? Time for some good old science (micro)fiction!

James entered the generation ship’s flight-deck after being awoken first from two hundred years of cryo-sleep. All systems were nominal, and soon he’d awaken his fellow five hundred colonists. First, though, he wanted to see their new star. He opened the viewport to white light, and then he softly sang.

“You are my sunshine….”

(A meta-writing note: I know that a lot of Centus participants are not SF fans, so when I do SF, I try not to engage in much use of some jargon that would be familiar to regular SF readers. In order to get the word count down, though, I had to use just such a term in my entry this week. So, for those wondering what a “generation ship” is, here you go!)

(Oh, and by the way, hey, Centus participants! I’m doing my twice-yearly Ask Me Anything! game, in which I solicit people to pose questions to me on the blog, which I then answer later in the month. I do this in February and August. If anyone wants to ask a question, just leave it in comments on this post. Questions can be serious or silly — you can ask me serious questions about writing, or you can ask me things like “Hey, who did write the Book Of Love?” Anything goes, so join in if you wish!)

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The Buffalo News has a sad….

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything more unseemly than last week’s column in the Buffalo News by editor Margaret Sullivan, in which a focus group of readers revealed that what they liked most about the paper was the selection of coupons. At least, that is, not until this week, when a bunch of other readers chime in to say “We like more than the coupons!”.

So today we have the Editor of the Buffalo News writing a column that is mostly cut-and-pasted from a series of e-mails in order to give the paper a sense of self-satisfaction. It’s almost embarrassing to read this stuff. Exactly when did modern journalism become so damned masturbatory? There’s a history to be written here, I think.

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Something for Thursday (Friday edition)

Sorry, folks, but yesterday was one of those “Wow, do I got a lot goin’ on!” days. Not a bad day at all, just not a day that left a whole lot of time for posting here.

Anyhow…Ennio Morricone is not one of my favorite film composers, for various reasons (the main one being that I find a lot of his music emotionally distant), but he’s been extremely prolific over the years, and thus I do like some of his work. Here is a selection from his score to the 1979 Jaws rip-off flick, Orca.

Happy Friday!

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