Tales of the Mollusk!

I started a new podcast yesterday. A small, simple, and hopefully enjoyable one that I can do more frequently as it requires myself and my rather sick mind to create and publish it.

I am calling it Tales of the Mollusk. It follows the adventures of Captain Eugene Sacks and his pirate submarine The Mollusk as they steal, adventure, and plunder the vast open seas!

We’ll see where this goes, but I got a good feeling about this one. Lastly, pardon the logo, it is a work in progress!

Pipe and Book Industries- Book 2- Chapter 1

Out of left field comes a glimpse, a sneak peak, of the next Pipe and Book Industries book! I can’t go into details, but know this, it’s a road trip! I wanted to show this world a bit more and also show off Rocinante a bit more than just being parked in a parking lot.

Not too exciting, that.

The first book is still in the running for the Nerdist Collection on Inkshares! Go here to cast your vote with a pre-order!

So, without further ado, here is Chapter 1 of the next book! No title yet, that usually forms toward the end of the process, so be ready to read that reveal here on this site!

Prologue

“Pipe and Book Industries, you got Trenton Rennick… Yeah, we do that. When?.. Tonight?” Trenton looked out of the porthole of Rocinante 2 at the early evening sky. “Where am I going for pick-up?… I can be there in an hour. What is it? How much does it weigh?… Huh, okay… It’ll cost you around 3k. You okay with that?” He waited for the customer to haggle him down or reel back in shock over the price tag of moving a desk. It didn’t come.

“Okay, that is acceptable. Please, do be careful with it.”

A curious smile crossed his stubble covered jaw. “Alright, where is this thing heading?

“San Francisco, specifically Tower 5.”

The mover let out a low sigh, “Better make that 6k.”

Ch. 1

A crisp wind tickled the back of Trenton’s neck as his leather work boot stepped onto the warped Seal Beach dock and carried him away from the pitted tan hull of his tug boat Rocinante 2. The job was last minute, the distance far, and his mood lousy; hence the jump in price that was agreed upon before he hung up the phone.

It was then his phone rang from his inside pocket.

He saw who was calling, shook his head, and greeted Clark with a tone reserved for solicitors, “Clark, do you have the ability to know exactly when I step off my boat?”

“Yes, I do, I stalk you.”

“I’d consider that to be a real threat if I didn’t know you and know that you wouldn’t expend the energy it would take for you to actually sit in a car.”

“True, but I also have your phone set to alert me when you leave your Boatress of Solitude.”

It was a comment that made Trenton stop in his tracks. “You, you can actually do that?”

An audible sigh escaped through the high-definition speaker. “My God man, you live in the future! Of course that is possible. Now, what has you in a foul mood?”

“What’s got my goat is that I got a job to drive up to San Francisco this evening that is paying me six thousand bucks.”

“Aren’t you your own boss? You could have said no.”

“Yeah, I could have, but I was looking forward to being forced to sea over my unpaid slip fees. So, I decided to be a jerk to myself and take the job.”

“I see, that is a predicament I haven’t found myself in for a long while.”

Trenton pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why did you call me, Clark?” He began walking up the ramp toward shore.

“I need you to do a favor for me and since finding out you are already heading north, I figure that this is serendipitous in nature.”

“Can you push past your dictionary and just tell me what you want?”

“I have a record that needs to be delivered and I need you to drive it up to my client in San Francisco. Specifically, an original pressing of Iron Maiden’s first album.”

The mover gripped the door handle of Rocinante, his green Dodge truck with matching camper shell, and hopped behind the wheel. “Why don’t you just drone it?” He put the X5 glass in its resting spot on the dash, pressed speaker, and hundreds of tiny blue holographic balls appeared and formed the round but concerned face of Clark. “I mean, didn’t you buy one for this specific purpose?”

“And have Jacques be shot down by a hick with a grudge against technology? I think not! Local deliveries only with him.”

A small smile crept on Trenton’s face as he pulled up the sleeves on his long-sleeved gray henley. “No. You bought that piece of tech to do your dirty work. Use it. If it breaks then I may consider giving you a discount.”

The tiny head’s mouth sat agape. “After everything I have done for you!”

“Excuse me, I have given you more than your fair share of free work. So, either you trust your piloting skills and hope that the good people of the valley don’t shoot down that four blade whirlybird or you pay your way.”

Trenton laid his face lazily on to the open palm of his hand as the small blue hologram did tiny math equations in its head. Clark’s face solidified from confused to annoyed as he let out a deep sigh and muttered, “What’s the price?”

“For a friend, and it being a rush delivery, I’ll do it for 100.”

“Jacques could do it for 10.”

“Yes, but Jacques doesn’t have what I have.”

“And that is, what? A chip on a shoulder?”

“A gun, to keep bad guys away.”

MustacheVenture- A Youtube channel

It also happens to be my Youtube channel. I started this channel years ago with the thought of doing videos for it, and if you look at the dates on some of them you’ll find this to be true. I am planning on doing more videos for the channel, so if you subscribe you will get them in your feed.

I kicked off this return with a new video, which you can watch below:

I am planning more for A Tale of Things but there will be more videos coming to the channel that deal in fighting, adventure, and comedy. I am really excited for these videos and this channel and I hope you are too!

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Prepare for hijinks!

The Bat Fan Show!

Batman is probably one of the biggest influences in my life, most notably his detective work. In this podcast that I co-host with my good friend Michael Mendez, we talk about Batman, his world, the characters that inhabit it, and the various projects that have come into existence barring his name; also have some great bits!

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Morning jolt: Finish something

Starting a project is easy, even thinking about it is easy, but finishing something is oddly hard. Not many people can do it and it’s strange to think that a lot of the time it isn’t an outside force stopping us from completing a task, but ourselves.

In some cases it’s because we get tired of working on it. In others its because we keep having to buy pieces for it and just lose steam. Funny enough, a lot of the time we have everything we need right here and we just don’t do it. We stare at the project with an almost forlorn contempt, like a high school relationship after three months, and think, “Did I ever really love you?”

In most cases, you didn’t, you were inspired by a Tumblr/Pintrest/Facebook post and thought you could do the same. Rushing, you sprint to the store (or drive I guess) and get everything you need and race back to the house; you speed because for some reason you think you are out running your laziness. Slamming everything together on the table you begin to attempt this Herculean feet of making those cute bottle cap earrings you saw.

Two hours pass and you’re now watching Netflix, with nothing to show for your efforts.

I know I’ve done this and I am sure that many of you have done the same. It’s natural to take the path of least resistance, to glide our way toward complacency, because complacency is comfortable; like sweatpants. My problem with this is that I hate sweatpants and I hate not finishing something. Maybe it has to do with who I am, but finishing something is important to me, even with the fact I have about ten activate projects around me at all times.

Finishing something is important because without seeing it through to the end we never really know if what we have is real or not.

Pardon the pseudo-philosophical line there, but it is true. This is how you know if you’re a writer or not, an artist, a business person, a cop, a baker, a candlestick maker; hell, you may never know if you are an opera singer unless you see something to the end. Trying is nice, but to try without finishing is like making out without sex, a lot of huffing and puffing with no payoff and a bunch of chaffed skin.

I have had a lot people tell me that what I do is pretty amazing (not tooting my own horn here, these words have been said to me), and I always accept the compliment, but really what I do isn’t that special. Anyone can do this, its just a matter of seeing if you can do it in the first place.

This is why it is important to finish what you start, because calling it early does nothing for no one and yourself; also, you lose out on compliments, which feeds the small demon who powers my flesh suit.

Robot Thoughts- A new project

What is this? Well, to be literal, it’s a tracking of R-robot’s journey though a world. This world isn’t ours, but another place full of adventure and bizzaro locals and people. R-robot is an odd fellow, a robot who one day clicked over and gained consciousness, and he has been trying to figure out life and find Y ever since.

Robot Thoughts came from my need to create something small and fun. As a kid I loved Gumby, Thomas the Tank Engine, and Wallace and Gromit. I have been in love with stop motion animation and tiny models for as long as I can remember. I also love comics, but I can’t draw to save my life, so I decided to do this photo based blog instead. This is the closest I am going to get to a web comic, I wanted to shoot for something that felt genuine and find the comedy along the way.

R-robot comes from a diorama I built and the head is the only surviving portion of it. I made it, I made the hat, and I painted it. The ship is a gift from my parent’s trip to Boston when I was a kid. They bought my brother and I two wooden ships and I always loved that boat. I figured, why not use them together?

R is on a journey and is broadcasting its thoughts to you all. They won’t always be brilliant, sometimes they may even touch on the macabre, but they hopefully will make you laugh long enough to have a break from whatever reality is currently throwing your way.

I will be updating this Tumblr and Twitter daily, or as close to daily as I can get, and if you want, give it a follow! I hope you and others find this as fascinating and fun as I do.

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