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Name: Craig
Location: Arizona, United States
Birthday: 12/17/1976
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Interests: Reading and writing books, watching and making movies, and being left-handed
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Wednesday, May 09, 2012

Making a panel appearance

 

If anyone happens to be going to the Phoenix Comicon on Memorial Day weekend, you'll be able to see me sitting on a panel for Voyage Trekkers, discussing the making of the web series, and showing a sneak preview of its second season. 

I've never been on a panel like this before, so I don't really know what to expect.  But it should be very interesting! 

The panel event is going to be on Saturday the 26th of May, I think it's scheduled between 12 and 1 pm at the Phoenix Convention Center.


Thursday, October 20, 2011

As things go

I've been away for a long time, so I figured I should post an update for anyone interested or just to assure anyone that I'm still around.  Our dog, Jack, died a few weeks ago.  He started developing neck problems which got worse and worse, and we couldn't figure out what was wrong.  Most likely, it was a tumor or else cancer, but the proper diagnostics to determine such things would have cost thousands of dollars, which we simply couldn't afford.  Finally, we had to have him put to sleep late last month.  It was probably the worst day of my life.

On a happier note, my beautiful niece, Emily is sprouting up every time I see her.  She turns 4 months old on Friday, and she's started rolling over on her own.  She's just adorable!

I've had lots of trouble sleeping lately, and it's starting to mess with my head.  I've had chronic insomnia for quite some time now, but it's starting to get ridiculous.  It's still hot here in Phoenix, still in the 90's, which makes it more difficult to sleep at night, I guess, but it's been much hotter this summer, so I don't know how or why that would make me sleep worse now.  Anyway, I'll look forward for it to finally start cooling off as some point, and also to get a good night's sleep.

National Novel Writing Month starts up again in a couple weeks.  I'll be participating once again, though I don't think I'll be posting excerpts here on Xanga this year.  It just takes too much time after a writing session, and I don't think there's much interest anyway.

 


Thursday, June 23, 2011

Baby Emily!!!

 

Little Emily arrived on June 21st at 1 am, just in time for summer!  Welcome my niece into the world!

 


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

CYOPA #8 - The Conclusion

 

Voyage Trekkers -- "Crisis in Space!" -- THE CONCLUSION

 

(note:  if you're reading this and facebook isn't allowing you vote, then you have to be sure that you "Like" the Squishy Studios facebook page to allow you to leave a comment)

 

 

You chose ... A) Try one last-ditch effort to resolve this peacefully by seduce the mermaid general.

 

 

- All's Well That Ends - 

 

 

The alluring General Oberon draws her trident at Sunstrike and Powell.  "You shall both die before you take another step!"

 

Capt. Sunstrike slowly removes his Hulk Hands as he soothes her with his tenderest voice.  "Here now, we mustn't fight.  Our people have so much in common.  We are both from warrior races, we're both attracted to kinky, even disgusting fetishes, and ... we both know where this is going."

 

He smiles and winks at her as he caresses his own bare chest and gives his codpiece a jaunty little wiggle.  "Is that a trident you're thrusting at me, or am I just happy to see you?"

 

Oberon seems both repelled and intrigued.  "You ... you are no more attractive to me than a constapated penguin, land flopper.  I ... I ... "

 

Predictably, the two immediately rush into each other's arms and proceed to make out with violent passion. 

 

"Oh Captain Sunstrike."  She moans.  "I love you.  I think I've always loved you."

 

 

"Oh ... fish chick."  He coos.  "I think so too."

 

While this is happening, Princess Miranda rushes towards Cdr. Powell, and embraces him lovingly.  "Oh, smaller manling.  I watched you fight the bigger, more handsome one out there in the arena.  You were so brave!  I could hear you out there shrieking your war cry, and calling out to your battle god 'Mommy'.  Your courage has moved me so.  I wish to be your love slave now until the end of time!"

 

"Oh, okay."  Powell consents with a thoughtful repose.

 

Dr. Rena, now back in uniform, rushes over to them breathlessly.  "Captain!  The mermaids have surrendered!"

 

Indeed, the beautiful Mermaid Queen hops up to them on her noble tail, with her head held high and her proud bosom upthrust in defeat.  "Your time warriors have bested my finest lancers in this epic battle, Captain Sunstrike.  On behalf of my Mermaid Kingdom, I have no choice but to submit to your tender mercy."

 

Sunstrike smiles and nods to her.  "That's the spirit!"

 

The band of time travelers arrive with liberated colonists.  The female colonists were rescued from the grueling plankton farms, and many were saved from becoming whale bait.  The male colonists were released from captivity in the breeding pens only very reluctantly.  Now, they all milled about, waiting for something to happen next.

 

Finally, the elder of the time travelers speaks.  "We have earned our freedom.  We must go now, to scour the galaxy for that menace to the future of history, Captain Starstroke!"

 

Captain Sunstrike gives them the thumbs up.  "Good luck with that."

 

The time warriors all raise their magic wands (recovered from the colony's evidence locker) to the sky, and chant in unson: "Prudelior Eustace!"

 

With a magical flash and a shower of sparkles, they all disappear.  Sunstrike then turns back to the others.  "You know, I think we all learned a valuable lesson today ..."

 

 

WHAT LESSON DID WE LEARN?

 

A) "... There are many cultures in this galaxy, and they're all unique and special in their own little way.  But clearly, human culture is still the best."

 

B) "... That the democratic process works.  When everyone pitches in and votes, even on busy weekends, things will work out for the best - so long as there's a man in charge."

 

C) "... Sometimes ... Usually ... uh, um ... Teamwork!"

 

 

After he says whatever he says, Captain Sunstrike offers a salute to the mermaids and colonists who hadn't yet shuffled away from the gathering.  As the three valiant officers turn to leave, General Oberon and Princess Miranda leap into the arms of their respective beloveds.

 

"Please, take us with you!"  They cry.

 

Sunstrike shrugs soothingly.  "There, there.  We would love to take you with us.  Unfortunately, the transit pod only holds three."

 

 

THE END?



CYOPA #7

 

 

Voyage Trekkers -- "Crisis in Space!" -- PART SEVEN

 

(note:  if you're reading this and facebook isn't allowing you vote, then you have to be sure that you "Like" the Squishy Studios facebook page to allow you to leave a comment)

 

 

You chose ... C) Distract everyone by leaping up from your hiding place and performing a 'fan dance.' 

 

 

- Penultimate Showdown -

 

Captain Sunstrike and Commander Powell shuffle about in rough circles at the center of the gladitorial arena with a boisterous crowd of mermaid warriors screaming for their deaths.  The two officers take cautious jabs and pokes at one another with their poison-tipped Hulk Hands, each hoping to get the upper hand without really putting themself in danger.

 

"Just let me kill you."  Sunstrike suggests to his first officer.  "Then, later on, I'm sure we'll be able to find some device or alien species that can bring you back to life."

 

"That's what you said to Lt. Morg!"  Powell reminds him.  "And after three years, we still have his spiritual essence sitting in a vial in the ship's freezer!"

 

The captain shrugs.  "Hey, at least we gave him that awsome funeral, didn't we?  That was like the best funeral of the year.  I got to let everyone see me almost cry."

 

Commander Powell starts to respond, when something in the distance catches his eye.  "Hey, is that Dr. Rena over there?"

 

"Nice try."  Sunstrike laughs mirthlessly.  "That old trick didn't work on you two minutes ago, what makes you think it'll work on me now?"

 

"I think she's naked."

 

Captain Sunstrike swings around to look in astonishment.  "You're right!  Where the hell did she get those giant peacock feather fans?"

 

The two fighters stop their battle, mystified.  Powell marvels at the spectacle.  "Is she ... trying to dance?"

 

Sunstrike shakes his head disprovingly.  "By God, that woman has absolutely no rythm."

 

Meanwhile, the freed time travelers have gathered around the perimeter of the arena prepared to attack the mermaids.  The elder time warrior peers out from behind a pillar with his companion. 

 

"We have all taken our fated positions."  He whispers.  "Now we must wait for the Galactic Union officer who freed us to give the signal, and we shall strike as one!"

 

"I think I see her."  His companion observes.  "Wait ... what is she doing?"

 

"By Riker's Beard!  Is that ... some sort of primitive war dance?"

 

"It could not be, she has no rhythm."

 

"Perhaps she is having some sort of psychotic fit."  The time warrior agrees.  "Where the hell did she get those giant peacock feather fans?"

 

While this was going on, the Mermaid Queen sits in the royal box with her daughter, watching the gladitorial fight with grim disapproval.  "Curses on those cowardly land floppers!  They seem to have stopped fighting.  Now they're just standing about on their hind legs with slacked jaws.  What is the meaning of this?

 

"Mother!"  Princess Miranda gasps.  "Look at that fe-manling over there on top of the arena!"

The queen marvels at the display with bewilderment.  "Is she strangling some chickens?"

 

"I think she might be trying to beat herself with a pair of albatrosses, mother."  The princess speculated.  "What a bizarre spectacle.  Is that what manlings call 'dancing'?"

 

"I can't imagine that a creature with hind legs could possibly be that graceless."  The Mermaid Queen decreed.  "That fe-manling has absolutely no rythm!"

 

Suddenly, the enthralled gathering inside the arena is beseiged by the surprise attack of the time travelling escapees.  The mermaid warriors are caught unawares, but quickly recover enough to fight back.  An epic battle ensues which defies description.  Sunstrike and Powell resume their own duel briefly, until they realize that it is by now a moot point.  They then quickly race towards the royal box.

 

"We must capture the Mermaid Queen."  Sunstrike yells.  "Everything depends on it!"

 

Before they could reach the box, the powerful and striking General Oberon leaps in front of them, her sterling silver trident at the ready.  "I will not let you harm my beautiful queen, land floppers!"

 

 

IT'S GUT-CHECK TIME!

 

A) Try one last-ditch effort to resolve this peacefully by seduce the mermaid general.

 

B) Punch her in the boobs with your poisoned Hulk Hands and then go get the queen.

 

C) Suddenly remember that Sunstrike carries a tiny emergency ray gun, now tucked inside his codpiece, and he should just whip that out.



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