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Author has written 4 stories for Star Wars, and Halo.

A (Brief) Course Correction, or,
DUST BUNNIES.


3:18 PM, May 30, 2012 Anno Domini, In the Year of Our Lord
Kansas City, Kansas, United States of America

My living room.

WELL. Where to begin?

The last time I wrote something here, it was to mention a band whose album I had just fallen in love with. Then, a pretty funny thing happened to me that started a chain of other funny (and wonderful!) things.

First, I started writing more music.

I've always written music, but this time it was a little different. My brother and I met some people and all of a sudden, we were out playing more gigs in more places across the country than I think I've ever been. It's been dope, and now, as the initial excitement wears off, I have realized just how much I learned in the last three years. How many people I've seen in airports, in bars, in stadiums, in concert halls, in theaters, on the street, at the bus stop, and I'm beginning to see what I think God must see. The Web, if you will: the vast interconnectivity between mankind that truly makes us all brothers. Not in that hippy-dippy flower-child sense, but in a genuine, meaningful way. A way that demands action, a way that demands a response.

More on that later.

I also met my wife. Yeah, I did it. I realized that I just... went to sleep after Meg's death. I let so many things - people, opportunities - just go to hell while I slept. As you know, I wrote for a while. For a long while, even. But eventually, I let all of the pressure out of my life, and when that happened, it deflated like a sad, sorry little balloon.

But beautiful things can be made out of dust, and I have finally come to see that. Let the cleaning begin.


An Editorial Sidenote, or,
Endorse-a-palooza!

8:50 AM, October 07, 2009 Anno Domini, In the Year of Our Lord
Kansas City, Kansas, United States of America

My car. (I love wireless interwebz!)

I just heard something so incredible, so tantalizingly violently beautiful, that I simply had to share it. I swear to you, I have never done anything like this in my entire life, but I absolutely must do it now. My shame is palpable, but I shall force it away just long enough to tell you this:

There's this band. Called 'Brand New.' They have this album that just came out called Daisy. Go. Buy it. Listen to it. Study it. Ponder it. Meditate upon it. It shall change your life.

And, now that I've given away my Man Card, I shall go to work blushing in shame at the fact that I've just ranted about a band on the internet. How... teenager of me.

Thatisall.


A (Longer Rant), or,
No, We Really Don't Care

8:37 AM, October 05, 2009 Anno Domini, In the Year of Our Lord
Kansas City, Kansas, United States of America

The studio again.

Ah, FanFiction.net. How you infuriatingly draw me with your siren call. I have a late shift today, and I was eating breakfast. I'd already read the news, so what do I do? I go here. Start reading some fics. Always good to keep the mind oiled when you're writing an extremely difficult passage (which I am doing right now for Je Mourrais, so don't panic!) and a good way to do that is to read others' works. Whether n00bs or seasoned veterans of the craft of writing, it's all got something to teach you. Something to draw out as a lesson for future ventures.

Except for one kind of fiction.

There's one type of fiction that has nothing to teach anybody. It's insidious, because it poses as an actual story when it's really just an excuse for another agenda. It's a dirty rotten liar because it always claims to be a story. And it's not until you've been baited and sucked into the trap that it snaps shut and you realized you got played, dammit!

I am, of course, referring to the Political Screed.

Now, today, I'm going to pick on the Left side of politics, because that was who burned me today. So don't take it personally. I don't ascribe to one side of the aisle or the other, myself (I'm a bit too crazy for both of them) so don't take it personally. Besides, I spent some time picking on the Right in an earlier post, so suck it up. It's not your politics that are pissing me off. It's the way some of your fellow compadres are using those politics to poison fics that are otherwise perfectly good. Gah.

I just got done reading (or, well, stopping the reading of) a fiction that, at first, developed nicely. Good plot, good characters. Not scintillating, but solid. There's a lot to said for that in writing. I was just thinking to myself, I'll leave a review, when out of the mouth of one of the characters came a completely random and unnecessary rant about how "bigoted and homophobic those conservative right-wing Christian Republicans are! Bastards!"

Hmm. I grunted in surprise. I had thought the author was better than this, but oh well. I neglected to see the trap! I'm too trusting, see. ;-) Anyway, I read on for another chapter, when suddenly, another rant about how evil those damn Christians are! They probably eat babies! And, as if this wasn't enough, the author went on to insert a token Christian character so that more hatred could be directed at said character. The trap snapped shut.

I closed the fic right there. I pondered leaving a review for a moment just to nicely make my point, but I thought, ah, Hell. That'll do jack squat. So I decided to compain about it here. The crux of this post is to say this:

WE. DO NOT. CARE.

If we wanted to read about how bigoted Christians are, we would be at Democrat Underground. They actually have millions of photoshopped pictures of white-haired, grandfatherly old Christian preachers with baby fingers dangling out of their mouths over there, so if we cared, that is naturally where we would be. Not here.

What you are doing when you post irritating crap like that in your fiction is not persuade those who are on the fence. You simply boil the blood of the few who agree with you - and piss off everyone else who just wanted to read a good fic and get the hell away from politics! (Do I sound bitter? Sorry.)

Seriously, though, when you rant about how bigoted some other group is, then spend half of your fic talking about how much you hate them, the bigotry starts to flow in another direction, catch my drift? But here's the crucial ingredient:

NOT HERE, DAMMIT.

cough= Thatisall.

Oh, and by the way, if somebody has been peeved by anything I have just said, whether Left or Right, send me a note about it if you want to talk intelligently and have a serious discussion. If you send me a note that so much as smells of hate, though... ooh. I'll pull Occam's Golden Razor out of its box and work it over.

You have been warned.


Concerning The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men, or,
KILL-TACULAR!

7:31 PM, May 22nd, 2008 Anno Domini, In the Year of Our Lord
Kansas City, Kansas, United States of America

My bedroom.

Funny, isn't it, how you lay a plan for something - like life, for instance - and then when you get down to executing that plan, so many course adjustments are made, or are forced upon you, and when you get to the end of it all, you realize that we aren't in Kansas anymore. You know what I mean. Going into law school at Georgetown turns into Going into gas-pumping at the Quik-e-Mart on the corner of 6th and Metcalf. Well, hot damn.

That just got done happening to me. Not the law school/pumping gas part, but the whole Life in the form of a giant elephant just sat on my head thing. Fortunately for my lungs' sake, the elephant has just risen. Still trying to get past that whole my head smells like shit phase, but you know.

This is all just a really bizarre way of saying that I'm back, ya'll. Deaths and car wrecks and attempted murders notwithstanding. So, from the comfort of my suburban bedroom in the heart of America's breadbasket, I will shortly be going back to the process of writing about a far-flung battle being waged by a ceramic-and-steel clad warrior. Because I know so much about what it's like to be a ceramic-and-steel clad warrior with the strength of ten men and a crazy computer construct in my head.

Shazam!

Anyway, point it, Je Mourrais is coming back! No promises on how long it will take - I'm bound and determined that when it comes back, it'll be worth reading. Not like a pathetic sequel to a well-established story... coughthanksagainGeorgeLucascough. I will do my utmost to deliver to you the quality that you are used to.

Catch you later.


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