First novel...

Some tales will never be forgotten..

Some legends live forever...

Because Evil...

...never dies.

 Michael Mandeville's
Terror


Evil Lives Within.



www.ranefiction.com
2008

Solidarity...

For those of you that have seen up to the end of 24 - Day 6, feel free to scroll down and watch the trailer that promises to be the most intense day yet.

Or better yet, don't.

News is starting to trickle in...seems the greatest show on television will not premiere in January thanks to the WGA strike.  As a wannabe writer I felt compelled to throw in my two cents.

First off, I'm totally in favor of people getting fair compensation.  So often today we see actors, directors, and most of all the MPAA swimming in gold like Huey, Dewey, and Louie's rich uncle.  The little people that actually work behind the scenes to make those films and television shows so great seem to almost go unnoticed.  Honestly, when was the last time you cheered for the WRITER of your favorite sitcom when they arrived at an awards show?  Truth is, they had about 85% more to do with the actual creation than any actor...and yet they're totally forgotten.

The strike, for the three percent that don't know, deals with residuals from the sales of DVDs and other digital media.  The writers want to be compensated for their work regardless of the medium, which is reasonable.  Those higher up, however, do not want to provide that.  And thus, the strike.

Yes I'm upset.  I'm a fan of 24 and other great shows affected by these actions, but am trying to put my bias aside.  I'm doing what I can to remind myself that its only fair they're justly compensated.

Still...there's that nagging thought at the back of my head.  Like a child tugging a pant leg for attention, it keeps pulling me back just when I'm about to see things the way I should.  It reminds me that these writers are living out my dream, and most likely making three times what I make.  I'm the one that hates his job and dreads getting up in the morning...while these guys get to live the good life.  But no, solidarity and all that.  I pull myself away from that annoying little thought and remember that it's only fair.

Although let it be known, I would take their job in a heartbeat, and for what I'm making right now.

Happy (belated) Halloween!

Dog gone it...

Yesterday I made a disturbing discovery.  I tp'ed back to my skybox and noticed something was missing...that usual squeaking sound.  Forgive me for not having time to offer a proper introduction, but the newest addition to my parcel is Punchy (pictured above).  Punchy is a very talented (read: well-scripted) dog that, to my surprise, nearly brings the same attachment a real dog can bring.  You can imagine my surprise when I discovered him missing.

An error message notified me that something, somewhere in RavKom, was trying to move onto a full parcel.  Ah-ha!  Sure enough it was Punchy, and I managed to tp to his location and found him stuck in mid-air (of all places).  

So the question now becomes, how did he get there?  Moxie Grumby had stopped by only hours earlier to check on him and he was fine (and provided the uber cool postcard you see above).  This scripted little pup can't open doors, walk through walls, or climb over balconies.  Moxie had tp'ed out, and yes, the doors to my skybox close on their own.  It leaves me with the suspicion that something forced him out.  As it is now, my land allows the rezzing of objects.  It's possible someone created something that brought me over the prim count and poor Punchy was exiled as a result.

As a general rule of thumb, when I'm on someone's land I check their prim count to be sure I'm not filling up too much space.  I would ask others to do the same on my land to avoid any future confusion.  To be honest I would hate to disallow the rezzing of objects or the running of scripts--that's what makes SL so much fun!  But seeing how I'm already chock full of prims already, I might just have to.  The alternative is a loose dog in RavKom, and really, who wants that?