The Road to Hell...

What is it about computer games involving blood that really makes my day?  First it was Gabriel Knight, culminating in BLOOD OF THE SACRED, BLOOD OF THE DAMN, when I knew I had found an art form I thoroughly enjoyed.  Yes, it was clunky and the puzzles sucked and every thing that could go wrong on a project did.  But not only did it have an engrossing story, it showed exactly how immersive a game could be.

 

Now it's Dragon Age, where I spent 90 hours on one character and various other times on 4 more.  Not counting the 20 hour expansion.  That's about $1 for two hours of entertainment, and not a lot besides MMOs are that cheap.

 

Take the plunge, give it a try.  You can be anything you want to be.  Just remember to save the world.

 

IT'S IN THE BLOOD....

PS - "Licking a lamp post."  Nuf' said.

Wide Open Spaces

By Kevin H Robnett

 

 

There's a speed that I must travel,

     to keep from falling over.

There's a speed that I must travel,

     so I'm no longer sliding back.

There's a speed that I must travel,

     to keep me moving forward.

Though I'm running, riding, flying fast,

     I'm committed to this track.

 

There's a road that I must travel,

    'cause it's all about the journey.

There's a road that I must travel,

     as far as I can see.

There's a road that I must travel,

     though it's forked and bent and twisted.

At the crossroads of my roaming,

     I'll choose the path for me.

 

At the end of all my wandering,

     I can stop and rest a minute.

At the end of all my walking,

     I will build for me a home.

At the end of all my journeys,

     through this world and all that's in it,

I'll know I'll have a story

     I can call my very own.

I am pleased to announce, after a fun-filled, action-packed long weekend at MediaWest, I present to you 2,800 words of pure, unadulterated smut. Yes, Virginia, I wrote a PWP.


Say Hello To New Kirk
by Kevin H. Robnett

NewTrek RPS PWP NC-17 Gay Erotic Fiction (Slash, if you prefer)
Chris Pine/Karl Urban/Sasha, the glistening pink sex toy of doom

Word Count: 2,800 and change

Summary: Karl could curse like a sailor. He was like a sailor in a lot of ways.

Follow the link to my fiction!

 

They've been dancing around each other since summer, they now live under the same roof (along with about eleven other Snyders!), and they're appearing in more than one episode a week.

Is it time for another important step in their "just the same as any straight soap couple" courtship?

Watch Luke and his beau Noah each weekday on As The World Turns on CBS!

 

*Update:  Now have pictures in the gallery!  CLICK HERE

Go on and click it...you know you want to!

So I'm taking my first step on a brand new Yellow Brick Road! (Or Blond Hunk Blvd.)

With the LiveJournal purging scare (and doesn't it seem like there's a LiveJournal fire every few months?) and Yahoo's sudden problems with adult content (and I am nothing except adult), I've decided to take the safety plunge and move my "grown-up" discussion and thoughts to my own private Idaho...or blog.

I mean, it's not like the administrator is suddenly going to take offense about my doodles, since he is I -- or some such philosophical idea.  I can post what I want, when I want, as large as I want, and not fear some small minded bureaucrat makes it all go away and my name ends up slashed through.

Tobey Macguire in spandex?                            Hot!

James Franco in not very much?                      Very hot!

Tobey and James beating the
shit out of each other?                                  Very, very hot!

Making up and skyboarding
together on the Goblin Glider?                        Priceless!!!


For everything else....there's Spiderman! 

A decade ago, I found a book, sitting in the middle of the parking lot at work. Who's it was, how it got there, I had no idea. Old, worn, travelled. A book like none other. I opened it, and the pictures inside moved. I carelessly brushed my fingers across the page and found myself there. But that's a different story.

About this time, two years ago, I stumbled onto a mystery in the New Mexico desert. My parents have a summer home in the Rockies, I was driving to Sante Fe, and...well, it's not really important, is it? I turned off the highway onto a dirt road, then another dirt road, and another, until I ended up at a barbed wire fence. I found a cleft, in the ground, near an extinct volcano. I found Zandi at his trailer who pointed the way. I was drawn to this patch of land, following some inner calling....

I fell down a rabbit hole, and like Alice, was never the same again.

Hollyoaks: In The City is coming to BBC America!

This was entered into DAZ's contest. No, I didn't win. I was also surprised that Prince Harry has a cat. Hmmmm, maybe it's the kitchen cat and is just taking a few moments to torment the Prince.


LAZY SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Rapid Heart Pictures Yahoo Group
Chances have it you've seen a David DeCoteau flick.

Rapid Heart Pictures

And I just realized what a double entendre it was...

I finally coaxed my computer into spitting out the render of my cast for a new kind of story. One with lots of pictures. The quality should improve as I learn a bit more about what I'm doing.



I think I'm going to call it "Prince Harry and the Really Awful Regent from Hell," but I can't get the reverb on the last word like I want. Cast introductions coming next...

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom very far away, lived a boy named Prince Harry. Well, "Prince" was more like a title than a name, but that's what everyone called him, except the King who called him "Grandson" and Darvin who called him "stupid" a lot....

http://movies.lionhead.com/studio/hobert

Well....

You may have noticed how much is *not* appearing on the journal, and if you are the kind of person who wonders about such things, I will try and appease you.

Last year, I got the jones to try my hand at song vidding, where one takes footage from a TV show or movie and makes their own little music video to a song. I thought up a really good idea, and then totally 180'd and ended up making a 20 minute song cycle about Smallville, using the music from Wicked.

It premiered at MediaWest with expected enthusiasm.

It's available at: www.kevinrobnett.com/songvids.htm. Beware of slow downloading, especially if you go for the DVD version.

That was last year. I still want to finish my boffo idea for this year, but I have a new love. One that hones in my thrill of ordering people around, dressing people up and having them do two impossible things before breakfast.

3-D rendering.

Trust me, it's addictive. Here's a tiny sample...



Yah just gotta love posable action figures.

Wanna hint where my brain is heading? I'm thinking "Prince Harry and the Awfully Evil Regent of Doom". Group photo as soon as my computer stops melting. More as I get inspired!

Because I was bored.

Consenting Adults only. Mean, nasty story. NC-17. XXX. Naughty words. Indescribable acts of perversion. Gross disregard for limitations.

Have I convinced you not to read it yet?

Real Person Slash involving the men from "Troy"

I was surprised at how badly the movie did at the Box Office. I thought it was a great movie to take smaller children to -- much better than Spiderman.

And the ratio of men to women on Tracy Island was 9 to 2? (Counting the voyeur who spends all his time in space!) Over half of them related? What combinations! What angst! What hot guys!

Sigh. So many men, so little time.



So, I'll admit the silver jumpsuits look a little fruity in a "Lost In Space" kinda way, but who's gonna keep them dressed?

Brothers. Alone on a tropical island. For years. Just imagine the pressures! "He's gonna blow!!!!" I mean, really, could they build any bigger machines?

Getting back to Richie for a moment, did you know that Martin Cummins, who played Pete in "Unholy Alliance" was a runner up for the part of Richie? Good thing, too, since he went on to play Nick Boyle on "Poltergist:The Legacy" for four years, with much more screen time. But I always wanted to cross them, and with Pete dead as a doornail, it was tough. Until I thought up a crossover idea.

I've got about 75% of this written, and almost all the twists and reveals are in this section, so if you want to be surprised when this is finished and you read the whole thing, I'd skip it right now. If you're dying for some Richie, enjoy.

Not adult, but will be a little on the graphic violence side when done.

Also, I have an idea for a sequel and vague notions of a series, if I ever get off my duff.

 

Well, I can now check another "To Do" off my list. As of two hours ago, I can now say I have danced on a Chicago stage with a professional dance company, Hubbard Street Dance Chicago. My partner was the lovely and talented Shannon Alvis, and I was terrified out of my gord. No one booed, and the people I sat next to said I aquitted myself admirably. Man, I was wiped/sweaty/aching after ten or so minutes, and these people had been going 20 so far with another 10 left. Dang.

Why am I mentioning this here? Because I don't know of anyone else who would care.

I'm in the middle of a story (see earlier entry) and the emotions pouring out and onto the page are quite scary. I realized on the "L" ride home tonight that most of it is coming straight off of me. Feeling lonely, rejected, at the end of my rope -- nothing too frightening but still an ever present dull ache that seems to be enveloping my main character. I'm not getting into the mindset of the character, he's becoming a much bigger slice of me.

So what was supposed to be hot soap stud sex has turned into mush, mush and more mush. Cuddling. Nekkid skin. And talk, talk, talk, talk, talk.

But, hey, I danced on a Chicago stage with a professional dance company. Hell of a birthday present.