Nerd Block Unboxing

I am not a horror fan, so the FEAR crate from LootCrate wasn’t for me.  I replaced it with A Nerd Block Classic.  Same price range, but man, the guys at LootCrate had me spoiled.  This month’s Nerd Block Classic was themed Collide: DC vs Marvel.  The items were chosen by Kevin Smith.


When I got home, a box was waiting for me!


What was waiting inside?


Some Kevin Smith stickers…


A Previews Exclusive version of a Deadpool Funko Pop! figure…


More buttons for my messenger bag…


A Batman and Robin/Jay and Silent Bob t-shirt…

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A dangling Zelda thingy…

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Prop replica deck of Agent Coulson’s Captain America trading cards…IMG_20141020_143216879

And an Arkham Asylum notebook.

All in all, good value for the money, but I like LootCrate better.

Ello Impressions

Sorry about the update lack.  Quick!  To the new post!

I can now be found on Ello at .

Here are my thoughts:

Needs better mobile support.  It’s next to impossible to update from phone.

Love the drag and drop pic posting.  I need to make more use of that.

The posting buttons need to be a little clearer.  Between the thin stroke of the lines, the small size, and the light grey, it’s a little hard to find them.

Love the friends/noise switch.  Wish Twitter had that.

No ads! Forever!  W00t!

The black and white don’t bug me.

The list of planned features is impressive.

Anti-trolling policies actually enforced?  Hallelujah!

Easy customization.

All in all, I like!

Are you on Ello?

Video Games And Sexism (Or Lack Thereof)

Originally posted on egalitarianmisanthropist:

As of late, feminists seem to think their biggest oppression in the universe is sexism in video games. Media that you can choose not to purchase or partake in, is oppressing them. Media that is widely recognized as fantasy and fiction is oppression. This is what feminism has whittled down to. Completely fictional problems that actively effect absolutely no women. Thanks to professional fraud and scam artist, Anita Sarkeesian, women have been deluded into thinking video games are the most horrible problem in the universe today, and they have to be dealt with. Keep in mind, most of these women don’t even play video games or like them, and Anita herself admitted she doesn’t play them or like them. Yet, with her fear tactics, buzzwords, and slippery, manipulative tongue, she has managed to get women on her side. On her side to the tune of hundreds of thousands of dollars…

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Galactic LootCrate!

Got my second LootCrate!  What was inside?


All of this!


A Funko Mystery Mini of Captain Malcolm Renyolds…

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Which goes perfectly with the interior box art..


I smell tribble, er, trouble.  I mean… oh, what the heck.




The magnet would be a sweet game…


ReAction figures are cool, but I never saw Alien.  Will have to rectify.


The pin…


The other side of this has a code for three digital comics!


If I find myself in the ‘verse, at least I’ll be well-heeled.


Jabba seems to have lost something…


and the rest…

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Things I Want To See Come Back

I’m still figuring out how to balance my descriptions of Quarroc with a narrator guiding the reader through the city.  In the meantime…

I’m sure you’ve all heard about the return of Surge soda on Amazon.  Big whoop, Coca-Cola’s version of Mountain Dew is back.  Here is what should REALLY come back:

1.  Pepsi Blue-I drank this almost exclusively in high school and college.  I still don’t get why it wasn’t more popular.  Guess I have to settle for Mountain Dew Voltage.

2.  Crystal Pepsi-I honestly don’t remember this one, but it is remembered so fondly that I want to find out what the fuss was about.

3.  Mountain Dew Pitch Black-First version ONLY.  Pitch Black II can remain in whatever grave PepsiCo mercifully laid it to rest in.  Pitch Black I could become a Halloween tradition, like General Mill’s Monster Cereals.  Speaking of which…

4.  The Return of Yummy Mummy-Listen, I’m a sucker for oranges and cream/vanilla.  I’m a fan of the Monster Cereals.  This is where the two meet.  ‘Nuff said, just add it to the annual lineup.

What else would you add?  Put it in the comments!

Short Stories From Quarroc: The First Door Part Two

Guilty!  The nerve of the court!  Tok was fuming.  How dare they subvert the will of Khaali!  They call that a jury of his peers?  There were women on that jury.  Women!  Like they have any authority to judge a man.  And statutory rape?  The unmitigated gall!  Those girls were his wives by divine right!  He only demanded of them their duties as outlined in the K’haal.

Tok was taken to what could only be described as a gilded cage.  Ornate, but functional bars slammed shut behind him.  What was this?  Surely this wasn’t the death row he was promised.  Was this Khaali’s reward for his faithfulness, did the king secretly protect the old ways, or was it a trap?  He did not know.  The cell was a large room, a spacious communal area for the prisoners.  Ornate furnishings were everywhere.  Silks, fine pillows, decorative rugs, plush mattresses, and other wonders too numerous to mention.  Surely, not all of the king’s prisoners received such treatment.  There was an oversized hookah in the middle area of the room.  Tok took one of the reeds in hand, eyeing it suspiciously.  Across from him was a short, fat little man who was furiously puffing away in a futile attempt to calm his nerves.  As the timid creature suffered no ill effects aside from his nerves, Tok indulged him self in vapor and smoke.  The stranger before him was garishly dressed in enough linen to make a tent.  His large, white beard hid his chin and neck.  A ridiculous, handlebar moustache concealed his mouth.  His hair, like his beard, was as white as limestone. 
Various prisoners luxuriated about the cell, including a woman bathing in a pool.  The square pool was set into the floor, with four sets of stairs going off the cardinal direction points.  This made the overall shape of the floor indentation a cross.  The woman was too close to Tok’s own age to be of any interest to him.  Her dark hair framed an intense expression, amplified by thick eyebrows.  She was possibly calculating her options at any given moment.
At one side of the room stood a faded blue door.  Many tried the knob, to find it locked. The weathered appearance of the door was deceptive, none could break it. 
The food was absolutely indulgent.  Fowl, fruits, beef, vegetables, and other items were prepared as though for the king.  Seconds were readily available.  Various beverages were available to slake one’s thirst.
Tok spent a few days in such luxury.  Then the blue door opened.  Two guards entered, followed by a short man in gray.  There were no frills of any kind on his garments, save for a large key shape rendered in black down the front of his closed jacket.  The short man summoned Tok.  Cautiously Tok arose and followed him through the blue door.  What was going on now?
The corridors were bare walls and dirt floors twisting on and on.  Soon, they entered a small chamber with three doors.  The guards each stood before a door, while the small man unlocked the remaining door.  “This way.”, stated the man in the key jacket.  The guards followed, closing the door behind them.  A small area was cut into the wall of the passage.  It contained a bench, carved from the same wall.  “Disrobe.”  Tok looked at the fit, little man who only came to his chin.  Then he looked at the two large and burly armed men behind the little one.  Tok was fuming, but he saw that he had no choice in the matter.  He certainly wasn’t going to give those goons the pleasure of manhandling him.  He stripped down until there was nothing left.  Suddenly, his hands were roughly bound behind him and a black sack slipped over his head.
The short man’s voice said, “The guards will guide you from here.”
Tok was pushed forward roughly.  He stumbled blindly through winding halls and stairs.  Every time he slowed, he was thrust ahead or dragged upward.  He began to feel warm.  The air felt different.  The loud noises of the market place wafted up to his ear from below.  A sharp shove knocked Tok forward.  Click!
He found himself trapped in a kneeling position with some kind of hard bond on his neck.  Confused and angry thoughts raced through his head.  How dare he be humiliated like this!  Surely Khaali would grant him power to destroy these vermin!  Why he would-

FYI-Posting Craziness

Normally I post MWF.  Normally, I would be sound asleep right now.  Without giving enough detail to embarass anyone, there was a medical close call around here.  Everyone is fine.  My update schedule is the only casualty.

Here’s the deal.  I’m really enjoying my Short Stories From Quarroc.  I can’t seem to finish those on the old update schedule.  Adding other posts slows me down.  So, unless I have the powerful urge to share something, the new update schedule will be whenever the next short story installment is finished.  The new schedule shall reign until The Three Doors are done. Then it’s back to the old.  Given the erratic nature of the new schedule, I recommend signing up for email updates or following me on Facebook or Twitter.  All can be done off of the sidebar menu. –>

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