Thank you again to everyone who spread the word and supported. Shout out to Jarvis Sheffieild and the BSFS.
We coming!
Thank you again to everyone who spread the word and supported. Shout out to Jarvis Sheffieild and the BSFS.
We coming!
Here's an opportunity for illustrators. A mentor of mine sent this to me and I'm thinking of entering, so i thought I'd share with you all. Happy holidays.
-Rob
Here is the website link: http://www.silentbookcontest.com/silentbookcontest/index-eng.html
Hey folks, Just want to share a free postcard. If you would like one of these, please comment or message me. I have about 5 or 6 left of each, so I want to get them on people's refrigerators. Shout out to all the illustrators on here giving each other feedback and inspiring us to keep creating regardless of how tough the path is. Much love BSFS!!
-Rob
If you dont want to message me here you can hit me up at info@robdontstop.com
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Scientists have discovered a code within a code (Source: cosmin4000/iStockphoto) |
ABC Science: Scientists discover second, secret DNA code
IEEE Explore: DNA and Quantum Theory
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Life on other planets could have been warmed by the afterglow of the Big Bang. L. CALÇADA/ESO |
Nature: Life possible in the early Universe
Physics arXiv: The Habitable Epoch of the Early Universe, Abraham Loeb
Just in for the holidays... Ebooks Galore.
My father found Bin Laden is now available as a kindle download or any other
electronic reader.
Plus, let's get some Jello Pudding Pops in the mix with some interesting
anthology series, called Immortal Fantasy, which is my version of Heavy Metal
magazine. Its an all genre book, so there is something for every fan of all
storytelling media in graphic form.
And speaking of graphics, last but not least is the Little Miss Strange graphic
novel for kindle and nook.
Time for those links, dont you think ?
Of course, these title are available in paperback editions as well but you
can find them by checking out these e book downloads.
My father found Bin Laden.... wait for it...
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Up, next.... the poignant story of Jello Pudding Pops
Ah, shucks, time for the graphic novel stuff...
check this bad boy out... all genre in your face action, humor, etc.
Here's the book that started it all...
Little Miss Strange....the world's first black alien sorceress.
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Now that a cool collection of e books... check it out.
Rocket explosions broiled around Dern. He weaved through a barrage untouched, rolled and rebounded to his feet with bracelet arm extended. Plasma bursts discharged from the bracelet stabbing into three TVVs. The vehicles went up in sheets of flame and molten alloy.
Dern leapt dozens of feet in the air, switching his bracelet’s setting to anti-personnel. He swept his arm back and forth and fifteen criminals death-danced amid a fatal shower of particle clusters.
A rocket clipped his right arm turning what would have been a flawless landing on his feet into a spinning tumble. Tungsten shells exploded against his suit, keeping him momentarily pinned to the ground. He unleashed a plasma beam, destroying a fourth TVV, and shot upward as a storm of tungsten savaged him. He gritted his teeth in pain. The shell impacts felt like chunks of hot lead slamming into bare skin. A red warning bar beamed across his view.
His suit in its down grade mode was not designed for battle conditions. Power levels were plummeting with each hit it absorbed, and his plasma bracelet was nearly spent. A rocket struck him square in the gut and the force of its impact combined with the resulting blast knocked him backwards thirty yards.
He needed to withdraw, but not before he took a final shot…
Tunnal roared his frustration. He went through three clips firing his Viper at the highly elusive former SD bastard. He had no way of telling if his shots hit their mark, amid the thousands of projectiles being hurled at a single individual. He ejected the empty clip and quickly inserted a full one. A rocket struck the armored man and the explosion threw up gouts of smoke and dust.
Tunnal ran forward, gun pointed ahead, straining to get a glimpse of Lowtower through a dusty haze. At that point he realized he had ventured too far from the others, that he was isolated, thus making him a very inviting target. He glimpsed movement in the haze, catching a man size shape with an arm raised in his direction.
Pure instinct drove Tunnal’s reaction. He dove left just as a blade of plasma rippled above him, bathing his body in a heat bath hot enough to singe clothing and skin. The ground behind him erupted in a blazing plume where the beam struck. Tunnal lay face down, smarting from the pain of first degree burns. He still held his Viper and swung it in front of him fully expecting to be roasted by a follow-up blast. The smoke cleared and he saw that Lowtower was gone.
Dern ran as fast as his suit’s power servos could deliver. Armor power levels continued to decline. He ignored the blinking warning readings on his display. He already knew he was in bad shape. If he didn’t stop to allow his suit’s vital functions to recharge and mend some of the damage, it would shut down. On the other hand, stopping too soon would allow his pursuers to over take him. Dern kept pushing it, covering much ground in loping strides, gambling that he could make it to the canyon up ahead before his suit succumbed to catastrophic failure.
Explosions large and small nipped at his heels. A file of rockets zipped over his right shoulder spiking his path in fiery founts. Then came silence, save for labored breaths through his respirator.
A cliff lay up ahead. Beyond that a canyon network stretching across half a continent.
Dern approached the edge at full speed and leapt off, tapping into his remaining reserves to activate his repulsers. It was a 500 foot drop.
Power flows ceased during the last 40 feet. His repulsers winked out and Dern plunged unceremoniously to the bottom, deflecting off a slope in the canyon wall before hitting the ground at a flailing roll.
Five hours crept by. The rust tinted sky above darkened to a foreboding blood colored hue with the encroachment of nightfall. The bottom of the canyon was covered with stalactite shaped rock outcroppings, overhangs, boulders and small craters. Many of the outcroppings loomed so tall they could have been mountains in their own right. Patches of vegetation dotted the canyon bottom. Sturdy sprigs in all their hideous glory, sprouting from ground that looked more like gravel than any soil capable of producing plant life. Cave entrances existed at various points along the cliff rockface.
Dern ducked into one of those caves immediately after his short and bruising freefall.
As much as he wanted to find Alita and the remaining sleeper ship crew, extreme necessity dictated he lay low for a while and let his suit recharge.
Hours later, the recharge completion bar on his display blinked. While regenerates did the best they could to repair the extensive damage to his suit, they could only do so much. He missed his SD support techs. They would have had him patched up in less than an hour. There were other things about the past he missed…more than he cared to admit. A quiet posting as a lawman on Ceres 3 would have forever lain to rest those violent stirrings that had plagued him since his departure from the service. Recent events reawakened that monster inside him and he feared it would never be contained.
He conducted a diagnostic. The results were not encouraging. Seven ruptured micro servos, degraded impact repellants from upper back to midthigh, thirteen burnt out relays, faltering power boosters, and a weapons bracelet operating at 73 percent capacity.
Not encouraging at all. But he would work with what he had.
He slipped out of the cave, embarking on a quest to find his friend.
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Could metamaterial superconductors operate at liquid nitrogen temperatures? (Courtesy: Charles D Winters/Science Photo Library) |
Physics World:
Metamaterials offer route to room-temperature superconductivity
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Source: PHUTURELABS |
Some parts excerpted from original posted 17 December 2012, titled: "Home Going."
a reason to read fantasy again By david mccauley on December 12, 2013
On a recent trip to Japan, I had the opportunity to stroll through some of Tokyo's residential districts. Through a combination of war, natural disasters and economics, modem Tokyo is a sprawling high tech megalopolis. However, within this city of skyscrapers and gleaming trains, vestiges of the older city remain.
Many temples, shrines and even single family houses in Tokyo take the form of small walled compounds. From a functional standpoint these walls are not really designed to deter a determined intruder, but they generally provide the boundaries of the particular homestead or site of importance.
Importantly, whole communities exist with within arms length of these compounds and one another. Sometimes, the less then 7 feet separate one walled home compound from another.
While the gate in the picture is not likely stopping a contingent of alien invaders, it might prevent the wandering, shuffling type of zombie featured in most fiction.
All of this leads this leads to an interesting thought experiment about the suitability of different cultural architectural styles to resist an encroaching disaster.
American architectural preferences led to wide suburban sprawl. Large homes are placed on large tracts of land, usually without significant walls or fences encircling the property. The same is true from churches is most of the western world. Americans, it is often remarked, like their space. However this abundance might work to their detriment.
Isolated homesteads can be overrun or worse, subject to siege. Suburban occupants could easily be cut off from resources, eventually running dangerously close to starvation while an ever growing inhuman horde gathers outside. You can not eat bullets and gold bars. Eventually, by desperate act or carelessness, the hordes will eventually find entry through a broken window or a battered screen door
In contrast, it is easy to imagine a network of makeshift bridges spanning the short distances between Japanese homesteads, temples and shrines. Resources and skills sets could be combined to colonize abandoned neighborhood homes. Eventually a network of homes, roof-top gardens, protected construction sites, fenced athletic fields, and sundry stores could be maintained, cultivated.
Eventually a new city would build itself over the infested ruins of the old, spreading itself out along ribbons of past density. The inhabitants of this new city would use and adapt the machinery of inherited urbanity; the sewers, canals, underground infrastructure, to short circuit the dangers and maintain living standards.
This new city and others like it would resemble Venetian cities crafted over zombie seas.
Most apocalyptic fiction focuses on a return to wilderness; man as an inherently rural being. This, I think, is a uniquely American fantasy.
However, it might be that cities, as they always have, retain their role as the epicenters of human civilization after the fall of man.
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Science: Give Science Some Slack, Jim Austin
Business Insider: 10 Best Pointy-Haired Boss Moments from 'Dilbert', Jenna Goudreau
In celebration of the six 5-star reviews Where the Monsters Are received on #amazon, I did a giveaway for the best under-the-bed and in-the-closet monster encounters. Here are the winning entries.
I have a vague memory from when I was 3... I'm not sure if it's real or was some sort of prank. My parents claim it was real. So, for what it's worth:
I was three or four, and I remember trying to sleep but I couldn't because there was this loud music coming from the living room. Every time I snuck out of bed to open my bedroom door the music would stop the instant I twisted the doorknob. It wasn't the music I was used to either... something was different... it was classical: like the music that would play in old fashioned balls. I heard laughing and lots of voices, but no one was home except my parents. Needless to say, I didn't sleep well at all that night. The music didn't stop until the sunrise. It was around sunrise that I stepped out of my room and walked down the carpeted stairs. As soon as I set foot on the hardwood, I felt something wet and icky. I looked down to see the entire floor was covered in green slime. I wasn't scared, but excited. I ran back upstairs to wake my parents and told them "the ghosts had a party last night!" They seemed puzzled by the weird slime that seemed to evaporate when you touched it or tried to save it in a plastic bag. My grandmother left the house earlier that morning for work and said there had been no such thing on the floor... The memory - although vague - still haunts me.
Now, fortunately I'm an adult, so I figured it was all in my mind and went to sleep anyway - but it was still freaky and I didn't sleep well!
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Today we get some interesting speculation from Federico Boccardi at Alcatel-Lucent’s Bell Labs and a number of pals. These guys have focused on the technologies that are most likely to have a disruptive impact on the next generation of communications tech. And they’ve pinpointed emerging technologies that will force us to rethink the nature of networks and the way devices use them.
Where the Monsters Are Are is only $0.99, but you can get a copy for free. Just join the Facebook event or respond to this post with your best encounter with the things that go bump in the night and if you write one of the best 6 entries you'll get a free copy of the eBook that shows what happens when a man meets the grown-up version of his childhood monster.
You have until 3 AM December 12.
Also available for Amazon UK.
Come check out the release of the Science Fiction weekly Websisode, SILENT THREAT : ANTHOLOGY at:
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