January 20, 2019
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The first is thanks to Trent Lewin. If you haven’t checked out his blog and his short stories, you should. He writes magical, incredible stories.
The second is thanks to Spotify and one of their themed playlists.
October 22, 2014
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I’m sitting here watching the Giants game. It’s a tense 2-2 tie entering the bottom of the 6th inning, when the wheels fall off the bus and the Royals score 5 runs. What? Huh? Something happened here. The planets are out of alignment. The trains have stopped running on time. Children are crying. Storm clouds are gathering. In a small town in the middle of nowhere, a tear falls slowly down the dusty cheek of a migrant worker. The President stops in mid-speech. He doesn’t know why, but he does. Cell phones disconnect. Computer screens blink off and on, so quickly most don’t even see it. Vladimir Putin gives back Crimea. Life as we know it has stopped. SOMETHING HAPPENED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Multi-tasker that I am, I’m on my laptop at the same time. I check in with WordPress as the inning of horror winds to a close and I find this comment:
2-2 bottom of the 6th in game 2… I have a feeling the Royals are going to get outclassed by the Giants. Just a feeling. I’m the last one to say that recent World Series experience is a key determinant (I think talent and to some extent, in a 7-game series, luck wins), but the Giants seem to be calmer at the plate and on the mound.
This is just not the type of thing one says at this point in a game. In a World Series. You just don’t say these kind of things. Why? Because when you do, bad things happen. It really doesn’t matter, the opposite of what you say is what will happen. So, yeah, Trent Lewin, I’m calling you out on this. I’m blaming you. For the sake of all that you hold dear, you better hope the end result of this series is good for the Giants. Or I may just sick a bunch of furry-footed hobbits on you.
June 1, 2014
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I posted a story over at my other blog earlier today. It was initiated by Trent Lewin, with him writing, as he describes it, “the Kate parts” of the story. He then sent that start to me and to another blogger/writer to fill in “the Mark parts.” And, by the way, I’ll be working on a new story, where the male lead is named Trent — to get back at him for using my name in the male lead of this story.
So, here’s Trent’s version.
And Shard’s version.
Hope you enjoy them.
July 15, 2013
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Many moons ago, I engaged in a bit of banter with Trent Lewin about the comparable merits of The Lord of the Rings versus Star Wars. Silly man that he was he attempted to write an epic poem to prove his thesis that Star Wars is the superior tale. I was somewhat blown away by his effort, truth be told. In the intervening months, the banter has come and gone as the talented Trent eggs me on to top his effort. To prove that the trilogy of hobbits, dwarves, elves, wizards and men bests the cinematic tale of Darth, the Force, and death stars.
I finally realized that I was going about it all wrong. There’s no need for a poem here. No need to engage in a counter-epic, if you will. No, it’s rather easy actually.
You see with Star Wars you have women with clam shell hair.
And with The Lord of the Rings, you get elvish princesses with pointy ears …
and damsels in distress who wreak their own havoc.
Nuff said And I didn’t even have to mention those incredibly cool fuzzy feet hobbits have. Their pipes or their beer. Their gardens or their feasts.
Trent, back to you.
P.S. When I typed in “women of Lord of the Rings” into the ol’ Google Image search engine, this picture showed up. Maybe I need to change my mind.