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I lost the charger for my GPS navigation unit some time ago. After months of half-ass searching, I gave up. This weekend I did have a legitimate need for the device so I stopped by the local Radio Shack to pick up a replacement charger. After paying too much for the charger, I sat in my car and realized the USB connector was too fat to fit into the recessed port on the GPS unit. Rather than go

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Stick with me on this one. I know it sounds silly, but using your knife to help cut a pizza makes the task easier and creates less of a mess. If you cook frozen pizzas at home, I'm sure you've experienced the sliding pizza problem. When you try and run the rolling cutter through the pizza, invariably the roller gets caught on the thick crispy crust and the pizza slides all over the place. I used

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I've always been a knife guy. My first pocket knife was given to me by my grandfather. It was an old wood and bone handled knife that smelled of oil. Some years later when I was still a boy, he acquired a Russian switch blade and gave it to me. Looking back, I'm amazed I didn't somehow lose a finger before I eventually destroyed the thing. I recently realized just how valuable my knife is

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Dear Mr. Dismal Swamp.     Times have been rough for you lately. I mean, the government has been stealing you and converting you into useful, arable land, you kinda smell funny, and you’ve got a serious pest problem. The History Channel has even begun a vigorous and aggressive campaign against your Floridian and Louisianan cousins depicting toothless, amoeba brained men that exploit your

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“Marcus, can you hear me?” … “Marcus...” A faint, soft voice echoed in his mind, reverberating on the edge of his consciousness. Marcus could feel the voice more than he was hearing it. Slowly, his awareness crept into something resembling normality. He opened his eyes and looked around and became aware that he was sitting in a padded chair in a sterile room. There was only one door to the

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I've recently joined a new Sci-Fiction shared writing project called the "Ninerverse". This is my first entry in this shared universe. I hope you enjoy!  ....................................... “I know you’ve been avoiding this for a while, but we’ve got no other choice. You have to go. It’s the only place where we can get the info we need.” said the General. His face was drawn and stone cold.

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“... and we are running low on food. The store master reports that we’ve only got fifteen to twenty daycycles worth left. Our water supply is not where it should be either, the recyclers are old and out of repair but we should have more.” said the junior officer, his long ears twitching slightly. Ral kept his gaze downward, trying not to upset the Mardor further, this information would not be

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     It's been a while since I've written. I'll admit, that lack of progress can only be attributed to lack of motivation, doubt, and a generally busy schedule. I can't help but feel that I'm letting myself and maybe a handful of people out there down by putting my stories on the shelf recently. So on with the excuses!      Things have been crazy for me and my family ("it's family and I, dummy").

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Holy Crap. So, yeah NaNoWriMo was a success for me, I won. It did come at a high cost however, my sanity was almost lost. I struggled to complete my 50K word count and finished a mere few hours from the deadline at 50080 words.  Writing a novel in under thirty days is no small task. The sad part, I came to realize, was that 50K words is just too short for my story. Even though I technically have

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Here's a little bit from the introduction of a new character in the WTWC world. He will play a bigger role later on in the story. Sadly, I do not think he will live. This is a first draft so please excuse any glaring errors. If you see something wrong, point it out! As always, comments, suggestions, hate mail, and everything else are strongly encouraged. *** Tuesday, 8 November 2039 Sol System

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More from When the Wolves Come. As always, comments, suggestions, hate mail, and everything else are strongly encouraged. *** Thursday, 2 June 2039 Sol System Earth, USA, Camp Bullis, Texas The smells of the blossoming wild weeds filled the air. It was springtime in the Texas wilderness. Camp Bullis was an old army base just outside of San Antonio. It was, at one time, a bombing range and had

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This is an excerpt from When the Wolves Come, my NaNoWriMo project. Please excuse the glaring format errors. I use Google Docs to edit which, apparently, does not play well with copy and paste. As always, comments, suggestions, hate mail, and everything else are strongly encouraged. --- Friday, 25 December 2038 Sol System Earth, USA, San Antonio, Texas Even though his temporary apartment was

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I've been working on this story for a while now. When NaNoWriMo kicked off this month, I decided to take a leap of faith and go for it. Below is the first chapter of my novel. Of course, this is a first draft, so please excuse any glaring mistakes. I would really appreciate any all comments, I'm in desperate need of encouragement. Writing 50K words in a month is no small task and any bit of

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I've been working on a big story for almost a year now. I think I might be to the point where I can start writing the tale. Below is what I have for an opening. Openings seem to be a very difficult part of writing, so I'd appreciate any feed back you have. -Noise ---------------- Archos System Archos Temple of the Herald "The people of Earth know not what lay ahead, ourselves having but a

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In the spirit of Halloween, I thought I'd give a try at some horror.  In part, this was inspired by a challenge from a fellow IO9 writer. Please take a moment to review his recent work. *** The Wraith It was first Friday of the month and Broad Street of Augusta was bursting with the lively celebration of summer. The cool air of night was a welcome respite from the heavy heat of the long

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Fiction: Dad,      Sorry I haven't written in a while. It's been tough. Orders came down and well, you know how it goes. We were sent north with Charlie company on a raid of a Jenlai installation those dog bastards set up about a month ago. They just won't quit.      I was reading your journal again and couldn't help but notice the irony. The world really was a different place back then wasn't

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The U.S. Military's first particle beam weapon. Believe it.

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Preface: This is the beginning of a short story I never really finished. I want to complete it, but can't seem to get motivated. I supposed reader reaction will determine the ending. Of course, in the end, it may be able to stand alone as is. Let me know what you think. ***** Erin Withrow was fresh out of school and it showed. Her quiet steps and shy demeanor spoke volumes. She had spent the

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Do you have what it takes to make it in the big leagues? The other day, while shooting Osamas, I received a message from another PS3 user. It was an invite to participate in the draft for Major League Modern Warfare. The league is not directly affiliated with Activision or Infinity Ward from what I could gather. In fact, a quick search found that this league might be the spawn of a high school

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This is a short teaser trailer about my worst nightmares. Despite this, I'm looking forward to it. I love good sci-fi and these days, there isn't enough good stuff out there. Just take a look at what Netflix has to offer. Most of what's out there is down right pathetic. When I was a small boy, I was terrified of aliens and Bigfoot. I still am, to some degree. To this day I tell my wife that

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There are some amazingly brilliant criminals down in Mississippi. Actually, not so much. Two men were recently arrested in Jackson for trying to pass off wood blocks as Toshiba laptops. They cleverly disguised the blocks with duct tape and carefully placed Toshiba stickers. - via The Miami Herald There aren't a lot of excuses for why these guys thought this scheme might work. The most

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Google has recently updated it's image search feature, and I must say, it's pretty awesome. The best new feature is the continuous scroll. Instead of clicking through pages and pages searching for the right image, the pages load as you scroll. This creates a more fluid work flow (oh snap, corporate buzz words!) The effect allows one to concentrate more on what they are looking for rather than

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               I'll admit it, I was a little excited about The Science Channels "Through the Wormhole" hosted by Morgan Freeman. I was hoping for my generation's Cosmos. But then again, I'm a little bit of a geek at heart. After watching the last five episodes, I'm disappointed.      "Through the Wormhole" is a new Science Channel special about the mysteries of the universe. Topics range from

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The Beginning Most things have a beginning. I suppose this blog should too. Where would a blog be without a beginning any way? It'd be right where it was before it was...  I suppose there is no real direction this will take, so I'm sorry for that. If you're reading this after establishment, then you know now this blog sprang from a meager seed. I have only one clear goal: Comment on things

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