In the metal underground, he was known as the drummer Jason Gortician. In the goofy world of nerd rap, he was High-C, an influential figure and star of the documentary "Nerdcore for Life". He's also an established inventor and designer of future technology, as evidenced by the 1998 academic paper "Toward Ultimate Reality".
Now he turns his experiences into underground novels full of lurid sex, drugs, and murder. And somehow, comedy.
Chapter 1 - OverboardCaptain Dan stood at the rails of his ship, surveying the choppy waters. He steadied himself with a single white-knuckled hand and strained the limits of his binoculars.
"Sir, we're just about out of fuel. We don't have enough to make another pass and get to port before she hits, sir,” Yeoman Clancy pointed out, in accordance to his duties.
"Yeoman,” the captain said through gritted teeth, never taking the binoculars from his eyes. "If you don't sh
1 – Meet Chris and Janique
“He was a hard-headed man / He was brutally handsome” – The Eagles, “Life in the Fast Lane”
“Txt me bk Lv u!”
This was a new development. Chris crouched, pondered it for a moment, and then resumed his walk around the yard. The love of his life had contacted him, and he was stunned at how she had done it.
They were both in prison.
The text message was a fortune-sized scrap of paper stuck to a small rock with toothpaste. It struck him in the
1 – EarthboundHe had found a shortcut to the future. Instead, he took the long, rocky road. It was in part because of something his grandfather had told him once. It was something to the effect that on a journey, a thinly-disguised metaphor for life, people all too often focused on the mountains, and missed the flowers along the way.
He liked flowers.
Another reason was an old joke he had heard or read, once. A father and son were on the top of a hill, overlooking a herd of cows.
PrailPrail Abraxis sat in her lab, going over the numbers from the previous day. From all indications, Project X was a go. One of her private interests, it represented the culmination of her life’s work thus far. Prail was planning on making a twin brother for herself, which was probably against the rules. She managed to evade a lot of them, though. Her latest interest was permitted with silent consent.
Praxis, her home world, was at the center of a great falsehood. Praxalians ran the mach
I crack a little sneer at your common cocktail banter
Two steps to the left, cuz I'm deft as Eddie Cantor
I bring a compendium obscure straight from Loompanics
Epiphanic revelations shed light among the frantic
You can flip a few words, but that don't make you famous
I'll rip a full strip and trip, you'll get raped like Tori Amos
You're the weakest link, in this mind meld
Hand you a red shirt, and you get cancelled like Seinfeld
From the mixed up f
Now, obviously, this means that she did age, up to a point. That point being her eighteenth birthday. Not coincidentally, that was the age at which she received her driver's license.
Her fateful driver's license.
She knew all about The Picture of Dorian Gray, of course. Her parents named her for it. How would she not know. She'd read it more than once in her youth. That didn't stop every teacher she'd ever had from tell
Did you know that mental illness is partially driven by technology? Schizophrenics a hundred years ago were talking about being controlled by 'aether', invisible wires, and things like that. We can only describe things using the language and tools of our time, for the most part.
Plato and many others did well at describing these things using language and concepts understood by their peers, while avoiding things specific to our time: rendering, processing, displays, etc. As we get mo
Chapter 20 - The Event – Part 1
Spirits were at an all-time high with the members of Ultimate Hustle on the night of the event. Everyone was immaculately attired, and looking very sexy indeed. The twins wore matching, formfitting strapless numbers, but Mia was in white, and Gia in black. Their make-up followed the same scheme, and they had even practiced acting in parallel, mirrorin
Chapter 4 – Well, that was an interesting encounter, Zach thought. He was suddenly a Starbucks convert. Plus, he had to admit, it was a damn good cup of coffee. But it was the girl who piqued his interest, of course. Wife material? Wa
Chapter 3 – The next day, Zöe left Trent a bullshit note (one thing she loved about him was how gullible he was) and took an Uber (on a credit card) to a hotel room she paid for (also credit). It was pretty sleazy, as hotel rooms go, but she’d been in sleazier. Much sleazier. She poured herself
I'm an anarchist. No, let me rephrase that. I'm a motherfucking anarchist. I spent some thirty years as a Libertarian/minarchist (which are also valid philosophies, but don't go the last mile toward full freedom. Full, scary freedom.) because the attitude in the LP back then was "Anarchy leads to totalitarianism."
And that's possibly valid. Possibly. But statism definitely leads to totalitarianism.
As many have pointed out, if a limited government and a consti
Chapter 2 The next day, Pedro Morales approached Zach and quietly apologized. Lessons learned all around. That’s what it was really all about. Having set the last vessel, there was little else to do on site, other than put out fires and do paperwork. Despite the pace at which Zen Construction operated, there was plenty of time for idle chatter. &nb
I used to write academic papers on the future of entertainment. Okay, once. I once wrote an academic paper on the future of entertainment. It's a enjoyable, often grueling process that I recommend to anyone. You will learn a lot, and develop a formal style, rigorous research skills, and become able to support your hypothesis. If it's valid, of course.
But now? Pffft. Why bother? I can just as easily crap out a blog post that achieves the same thing, and more, in a few minutes time,
The sequel no one asked for. Definitely not dedicated entirely to Tina Fey.
Perfection Labs Book 3By Jason Z. Christie
“The past is stupid. The future, doubly so.” – Douglas Adams *
President Gorlax’s brain was on fire. He let it burn. It was probably all of the gasoline he had injected into his temples. It was time for the Space Olympics. Although unofficially, the entire event was fueled by drugs. Drugs and ego. The entire event was driven by drugs, ego, gre
Dedicated to Julia Cohen AKA Julia Ann Cohen AKA Amber AKA Julia Zoe Christie.
Part One - Tough LoveChapter One
Zoe checked her Fetlife account, as she did each morning, with her usual combination of reluctance and optimism. It was a nine to one ratio. Her faith in men was now at ten percent, and falling. Ten percent was actually quite generous. Each and every one she had ever known, in the biblical sense, had somehow let her down. It was a trend that, realistically, she expected to
Behind every great fortune lies a great crime. To Janique, her great crime was that she hadn't been back to Japan in five years.After all, she'd gotten her start there. But more to the point, she loved it there. Foreign kinky was entirely different from domestic.She and Chris had fun, but in reality had worked around the clock. Their every waking moment was spent hustling. Japan was something to be savored, slowly. They had devoured Tokyo like a couple of Big Mac meals.Plus she knew that Tokyo w
The original World's Smallest Political Quiz was designed by David Nolan. It consist of ten short questions, which you can answer 'Agree', 'Maybe', or 'Disagree'.
An example would be, "Government should not censor speech, press, media, or internet."
The resultant score correlates to a compass, denoting Left, Right, Authoritarian, or Libertarian. Anyway, a complaint I've heard lodged by a few leftists was that it was "too slanted". By that, of course, t
When last you weren't reading Part 1 of this article, I was going on about programmers as musicians, and attempting to write clever analogies. I make no pretense of doing that again.
Rock Star Status: Captain Beefheart
No, he isn't. He's Jimi Hendrix. I don't know enough about Captain Beefheart, anyway. But Jeffy is like, wow. He paints in big, bright, bold lo-res graphics, EXACTLY like if Hendrix was writing a song using an 8-Bit device. About L
Why am I dumping all these branded memes to my normally writing-oriented blog? Because they weren't getting out into the wild by Facebook. And I've have to be writing or typing, otherwise. But I'm doing them en masse, now, at least.
'Reduction of Forces' chapters 3-20 coming up soon...
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