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When I signed up for this job, nobody told me about the shark attack hazards. R/C helium shark c/o the Discovery Channel, to promote their Shark Week programme (nightly 10 pm from Nov 21). Shot and edited on an iPhone 4. I didn’t have the appropriate John Williams soundtrack in my iTunes, but I did have THAT.
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He turned around. Behind them, the Esplanade bridge had been armoured, along its vertebral column, with a row of concrete blocks anchoring plates of two-metre-tall metal fencing. Across the city steel girder exoskeletons had grown over along selected roads, crusted at intervals with thousand-watt lights. In two days’ time the entire ossified route and the capillaries surrounding it would be closed to traffic, the cartilage hardening and bones fusing, conjoining roads that previously laid criss-cross across the city center into one single-flow, unbroken system. A neonatal presence, unfolding into existence: the ephemeral Marina Bay Street Circuit would be amongst them.
From my WIP for my creative writing class, a massive expansion of this bit of microfiction, based on this story world I posted last year. -
Call for Submissions: Gay Ghost Anthology
JoSelle Vanderhooft, who edited both Steam-Powered: Lesbian Steampunk Stories anthologies, is now taking submissions for a ghost anthology featuring gay characters! It will be published by Zumaya Publications, and they’re taking suggestions for the name!
Guidelines as follows:
Stories should be 8,000-15,000 words with longer preferred. The number that will ultimately be accepted will depend on story lengths. Payment will be based on length up to a maximum of $400. Reprints are acceptable, provided you have rights to them.
What We Do Want:
* Stories with compelling protagonists who identify as gay men. Note that this term includes a variety of subcultures and other identities.
* Stories about gay men who are underrepresented in fiction, including gay men of color, gay men who live with disabilities, gay men of size, gay trans* men, and older gay men.
* Romantic stories that aren’t necessarily romances. In other words, a story that has romantic elements but does not—again, necessarily—follow the trajectory of most fiction that is marketed as romance, gay, straight, or otherwise. However, happy endings, happily for now endings, and bittersweet endings are preferred. This is also not an anthology of erotica; if sex is featured, it must be a natural part of the story, not something that is shoehorned in for titillation.
What We Don’t Want
* Stories that denigrate homosexuality or any identities under the LGBT umbrella (eg. no stories bashing bears), or employ anti-gay stereotypes (i.e. gay men are pedophiles, gay men are all sex-hungry and unable to control themselves, a gay couple has to involve someone being the “man” and the other being “woman”).
* Likewise, stories that suggest homosexuality can be “cured” or “changed” by God/drugs/alien technology/the love of the right woman.
* Stories that portray sexual assault or rape as sexy or desirable.
* Stories that are racist, sexist, ableist, or hateful towards any group of people.
* Stories in which the antagonist does bad things because he or she is “crazy.” (This is a big NO).
* Poetry
* Fan fiction (that is, stories that make use of copyrighted characters to which the author holds no claim)
Queries and Submissions:
Before submitting, please query at upstart.crow @ gmail.com with the title of your story and a brief synopsis and/or description. If your query is approved, send your story as an .rtf, .doc, or .docx file to the same address.
When querying, please put the following in the email subject:Query: Gay Ghost Anthology [your last name]
When submitting a story, please put the following in the email subject line: Submission: Gay Ghost Anthology [your last name]
Submission Period:: Nov. 15-Jan. 15.Posted on November 19, 2011 via Merf. Thinking is Hard. with 1 note
Source: jhameia
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Mustang On The Highway
Sequencing on Garageband for iPad with a bunch of Apple Loops. It’s really too simple, but the results are fun.
Composed entirely of Apple Loops except for the drums and the arpeggiator sequence, which I programmed.It tells the tale of a muscle car cruising down a highway. And then a Pagani Zonda shows up…
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Button butt :3
Posted on October 20, 2011 via Forza Motorsport with 1 note
Source: forzamotorsport
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More Garageband fun. “Straight-six/V8/Fill the endless sky/With paraffin desire//Melt down/Turn round/We’re not slowing down/We’ll put it to the wire//It’s not too late to be gaining ground/Oh no//Don’t save your strength for another round/Go now”
Cramming 3 mins’ worth of song development into a minute and a half… and still unable to find the part of my brain which allows me to write proper choruses to songs.
I hate that iPad-Garageband doesn’t allow you to properly sequence anything. I compose music by drawing notes, goddammit! -
omyperiod asked: Hello, Fassist! (Fassbender fangirl)
HELLO!!! oh my goodness I just found where my messages sidebar was O__o /fail
(also yeah ain’t been on tumblr for a while! but sorta coming back to it)
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A discovery of surprise!microfiction
I found this, which was apparently scribbled down earlier this year, part of a larger story-world of which I’ve posted bits on my writing blog on Wordpress.
I don’t like this bit I’ve written (naturally) but I think I’m going to rework into something less awkward and clumsily-phrased, while throwing in a few new ideas I’ve had for the past couple of months. I’ve been to the Marina Bay area quite a bit since I wrote this.
“It shouldn’t have been built,” she said, hands in pockets, starting out at the tripartite building with the ark perched precariously on it. “It’s become a nexus. It’s distorting the arch-fabric.”
If you could put an overlay on top of the real world and see in frequencies no mortal eye could see the sight surrounding the ill-fated building would be equal parts horrifying and awe-inspiring. A vortex gaped over it like an open mouth, like a supermassive black hole, a seething, almost-breathing mass of nebulousness made in the mockery of clouds, blacker than ravensblood and night, pierced by flashes of light that resembled stars dying.
Beneath this hellsgate sat a behemoth, perched on the building like a child on a tripodal stool, its massive wings looking like they could blanket the city from tip to tip.
“Could that be her?” he asked. “Horribly transformed and all that.”
“No.” Sylvia shook her head. “If the Guardians council says the MBS gone, she is gone. Whether this thing took her or latched on after she was gone, who knows. But she is gone.” She sighed in a cloud of cigarette smoke. “it’s taken lives already, and it’s not even targeting gamblers. Whatever this thing is, it’s hungry.”
“What is it?”
“Hell if I know.” Sylvia rubbed the bridge of her nose. “God I wish I knew.”


