44 Posts Already?
That's the number blogger showed when I logged in! Not sure if that44 counts the pending post I have or no, but hey, if it doesn't, that's still a lot!
Less than I promised to have, but still something.
Besides, I have so much writing done! Not really, but I can pretend. It's not like you can check.
Anyway, I know it's a bit late, but if you haven't read Tabico's latest, Ronin, you need to. I won't ruin anything, but I did fan mail her, and her response has me waiting for this update quite eagerly! That means something.
I actually grew up spending a fair amount of time on the back of a bike - a shovel head actually. A lot of people argue that was after Harley's hay day, but that bike was a beaut. She was gorgeous, she purred loudly, and I loved her. She was also one of two things my father cared about more than me and my mother, but I try not to think about that too much. Growing up, Easy Rider was my first glimpses of porn.
My mom is oft to go on about how Easy Rider was better back when the women were real, and I bet she's right. You can find the sexiest picture of a porn star, a model, and she can be gorgeous . . . but there's something special about a woman who isn't that stretched out along the back of a bike.
American, of course.
I know, Sarah's bike is Italian. I don't remember the exact model, but I found it doing some research on Ducati's website. They're good bikes, really good bikes. Specifying is more to discount crotch rockets. You wont earn any respect on a hyundai or a kawasaki if you ask me.
A bike is a horse of the modern day. It's if you make a horse out of metal and give it an engine. It's a thing of raw power. Give it to a hooligan, and you get a black knight. Give it to a man or woman of virtue? You get a paladin. Ironically enough, my dad had a biker friend named Paladin. There are some pictures of him holding me as a baby. He looks like he was super nice. Never met the guy myself.
Still, it's a symbol of power, of raw sexuality, of force, of movement, of friction against the world, of air resistance, areodynamicism . . .
To me, a motorcycle is the closest you can get to giving a character a heroic mount, or a villainous mount a the case may be. Cars are just . . . they're not the same. They're shields as much as transport. Fiction has given cars magical bullet deflecting/absorbing powers. Sure, you can shoot a car and it'll explode, but a motorcycle? It's you and the road. There is nothing else. My father only survived long enough to take part in my creation due to a monkey wrench in his ass pocket.
Ice might take drinks stay cool, but it also tears flesh apart if you have a motorcycle's weight on the other side of you as you slide.
Plus, in a car, the person next to you might be on the other side of a gear shift in no way close. Bike? They're at your back. Intimate. Or in a side car, which can be it's own kind of awesome. Plus, saddle bags!
But yes, why are bikes coming to mind sans Ronin? You'll need to read in November to find out.
Speaking of reading on, I intend to in the next couple of days update my "reccomended reading" list heavily. It's far past due. I intend to add stories by the t-trio, some archive.org stories if need be by other authors . . . at least one. An old story by miketheFable, at the time mikez was lost due to identity discovery. I helped write it. Well, edit it. I intended at one point to write the sequel to it, and even with it less absurd than your average mike story, I'm just bad at following others' ideas.
What else would be interesting to say?
Ah!
The new Metallica CD? It's awesome. You need it. Death Magnetic. I have nicknamed it Rereload, because it feels like the third load, or second reload. It's that awesome, and it makes Aurora flow amazingly, as well as the last Evanesence CD makes Sylvia flow.
You get some priceless lines, like . . .
You crawl back in/but your luck runs out!
and
Like a bullet/keeps on bleeding/to remind me not to think!
It's just awesome. You need it.
So I'll leave you with that for now, best wishes till next time!
Less than I promised to have, but still something.
Besides, I have so much writing done! Not really, but I can pretend. It's not like you can check.
Anyway, I know it's a bit late, but if you haven't read Tabico's latest, Ronin, you need to. I won't ruin anything, but I did fan mail her, and her response has me waiting for this update quite eagerly! That means something.
I actually grew up spending a fair amount of time on the back of a bike - a shovel head actually. A lot of people argue that was after Harley's hay day, but that bike was a beaut. She was gorgeous, she purred loudly, and I loved her. She was also one of two things my father cared about more than me and my mother, but I try not to think about that too much. Growing up, Easy Rider was my first glimpses of porn.
My mom is oft to go on about how Easy Rider was better back when the women were real, and I bet she's right. You can find the sexiest picture of a porn star, a model, and she can be gorgeous . . . but there's something special about a woman who isn't that stretched out along the back of a bike.
American, of course.
I know, Sarah's bike is Italian. I don't remember the exact model, but I found it doing some research on Ducati's website. They're good bikes, really good bikes. Specifying is more to discount crotch rockets. You wont earn any respect on a hyundai or a kawasaki if you ask me.
A bike is a horse of the modern day. It's if you make a horse out of metal and give it an engine. It's a thing of raw power. Give it to a hooligan, and you get a black knight. Give it to a man or woman of virtue? You get a paladin. Ironically enough, my dad had a biker friend named Paladin. There are some pictures of him holding me as a baby. He looks like he was super nice. Never met the guy myself.
Still, it's a symbol of power, of raw sexuality, of force, of movement, of friction against the world, of air resistance, areodynamicism . . .
To me, a motorcycle is the closest you can get to giving a character a heroic mount, or a villainous mount a the case may be. Cars are just . . . they're not the same. They're shields as much as transport. Fiction has given cars magical bullet deflecting/absorbing powers. Sure, you can shoot a car and it'll explode, but a motorcycle? It's you and the road. There is nothing else. My father only survived long enough to take part in my creation due to a monkey wrench in his ass pocket.
Ice might take drinks stay cool, but it also tears flesh apart if you have a motorcycle's weight on the other side of you as you slide.
Plus, in a car, the person next to you might be on the other side of a gear shift in no way close. Bike? They're at your back. Intimate. Or in a side car, which can be it's own kind of awesome. Plus, saddle bags!
But yes, why are bikes coming to mind sans Ronin? You'll need to read in November to find out.
Speaking of reading on, I intend to in the next couple of days update my "reccomended reading" list heavily. It's far past due. I intend to add stories by the t-trio, some archive.org stories if need be by other authors . . . at least one. An old story by miketheFable, at the time mikez was lost due to identity discovery. I helped write it. Well, edit it. I intended at one point to write the sequel to it, and even with it less absurd than your average mike story, I'm just bad at following others' ideas.
What else would be interesting to say?
Ah!
The new Metallica CD? It's awesome. You need it. Death Magnetic. I have nicknamed it Rereload, because it feels like the third load, or second reload. It's that awesome, and it makes Aurora flow amazingly, as well as the last Evanesence CD makes Sylvia flow.
You get some priceless lines, like . . .
You crawl back in/but your luck runs out!
and
Like a bullet/keeps on bleeding/to remind me not to think!
It's just awesome. You need it.
So I'll leave you with that for now, best wishes till next time!
Labels: EMCSA, Madam Kistulot, rambling, ranting, Redundancy, reviews, Writing
posted by Madam Kistulot at
8:20 AM
1 Comments:
Ronin is indeed deserving of props.
And you motorcycle people are ok with me as long as you have mufflers on the things. Cause some of them are so loud that, if I drove around in a car with music playing that loud (loud enough to shake the windows, like some motorcycles), I'd be arrested.
And stay off my lawn!
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