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You ever notice the world gets a whole lot more vacant in the waning warmth? Its like the posts just up and disappear, and what's left is... well empty space.

Silence.

Where am I going with this you ask? 

"Where I always go!" I say.

To infinite and beyond.

"Trademarked? Damn, I was this close too."

Ahem...

I'm coming back home, in the very near future. I would like to try my hand at this once more. Try and see if I can make a block of words each day, or every other. See if you like what I have to say beyond my rhetorical nonsense.

"But where is that story you promised!" you ask.

Next post - promise, swear, cross my heart and hope to die, etc - I will introduce you to where my brains been at and why oh fucking why it can't stand still. 

Or stand a moment.

Curiosity

     By now the world has woken to the news that NASA has successfully landed the Curiosity Rover inside Gale Crater on Mars. Whether you stayed up all night like me, or found out from twitter, or Facebook, or wherever the news came from, the feeling of satisfaction was instant.

    We did it!

Artist's conception. Taken from Los Angeles Times / Getty Images

      Congratulations NASA, 
     To those who spent 8 plus years working on this project
     To those that watched nine months ago as their baby ascended to the heavens.
     And to those everywhere else, working out of this country and the next,
      Congrats, this day is for you.
      Thank you.

     -Rossini


    Oh, and good luck Curiosity. Find us some evidence!

Where we're at, where we'll be #Endoftheweekupdate

Just an update.

Last week was slow, depressing, and aggravating. Work was done, but as reduced pace. About 30% less if you're into numbers.

Majorly, or minorly, what this means for me and you? My estimation is off slightly. It was calculated for a 120-150% week workload which didn't occur. In simpler terms I figure two weeks, probably less, from today will be needed to finish this draft. I need about another week, give or take, to finalize edits. Then we'll take the time to shop.

From my end, Late Night blah blah, should leave my hands mid August. That means it can hopefully (fingers crossed) be posted soon thereafter.

I hope you enjoyed this update. 

-Rossini

P.s. I apologize in retrospect for any post-titles that may be viewed as inappropriate in the following days or hours after post. That just sucks... %$^king damn...

Birthday Blackout

Some may call me the Grinch for I have dismissed time of celebration.
Where the power goes, we go. No further, because we understand that a connection is everything.
It is universal.


Time is like birthdays, they fold over themselves one sheet at a time; the stories all combined into one progressive piece. The world sees each narration as an individual and the lump as a single combination. It is no more than numbers our brain fails to forget. It is our attachment to this world and inevitably to the thereafter.


Connection to my words: your ears, yours eyes, your mind; see these worlds as they are, but realize time is fleeing. We mustn't forget. We mustn't drop that proverbial ball. See the work, the day, the dawn, the sun and the moon. See the invisible flow, the webbing of the undercurrent as it streaks by.



I can feel the day grow long, time short. Thunder is everywhere. Thunder is always everywhere.
My shadow is elsewhere by now.



The world lights the darkness with strobes of many; cracks and grooves between door and walls bleed this light to the sunken halls where darkness lay. A bead behooves; it is everything. A bead is must. A bead guides; it shows me the secrets lost.
There is another.



I let the worry creep in. It surrounds me. It engulfs me, locks my muscles in place. I am forced to watch somewhere between the realm of consciousness and unconsciousness as the glow of the candle remits its fame.



Quick I shudder, quick I cover my eyes; it's too late, I see everything. The entire narration blinked, and for one brief second, I fail to breath.



Light, power is back; the glow corralled to a fixture where dances electricity. I wipe my brow dry and realize the day is not over; it has yet to begin.

They should shoot that guy...

     Predictions are like a pot of gold.

     Nothing like a box of chocolates.

     Gold.

     Okay so that last post was way off in la la land. There was some Mass Effect 3 news at E3, but it was nothing to do about nothing. And the epilogue more or less came out of nowhere. And the summer isn't even over yet.

I still believe that big news is coming with that franchise (or I hope so that I don't look so foolish) but it remains to be seen.

UPDATE TIME!

      I'm going to try and update the blog a little better (I say this every year, I know). The only thing that's holding me back is free time and lack of shtick to talk about. Well... that's not entirely true. And yes this is becoming more or less the breeze factory where I lay my breezy writing while waiting for the breezy bus. But I do have some inane conversations from time to time. Full disclosure, most of them take place in my head.

WHERE IS VACANT SOMETHING AND THE OTHER THING?

     I hear ya. Well not really because you aren't making any noise. That's just me wailing against the empty backdrop of space. Not literal space like up there in the non directional sense, cause that'd be stupid. And I wouldn't be able to breathe.

    

     Vacant something is as it has been: waiting approval.

   

    "The other thing" (LATE NIGHT FLAME WAR) draft three was completed in June (as expected). A quick fix draft was enacted sometime after. We're a little over half finished and at this pace will be completed by the month's end.

    Look forward to posting updates soon.

    Have an idea on how to deliver both stories if procedure falls through.

    Something something, look over there!

    -Your [un]faithful companion

    Rossini

I miss the cat picture.

Pr'E3'diction (Post insomnia edition) -Rubbish

Mind the slanted hat, the sagging frown, the troubling canter, and remember, we are all someone's prediction.

 While I had hoped to speak about this in a rather long drawn out segment, I'm posing a single prediction for the upcoming gaming conventions (me forgets which is what and where they're at sometimes). What I meant to write about was Mass Effect and it's 'ending', since the uproar was all the rage.
      But I forgot.
      Well... Here's my stupidly bold (or boldly money oriented) prediction (and I promise, I will write it up and explain my direction) that no one should take with more then a grain of salt, or with alcohol. As I have no proof.

      Something will be shown before the DLC ending is made available that will breathe 'reason' into the 'ending'. IE another game (ME 4) or a spin off. 

      I'm sure that sounds either silly or brain dead simple logistics, and I do apologize for my lack of promise, but I thought it would be interesting to throw out there... and then in a couple of months I can mock myself as I like to do.

     --- Slightly impaired,
      Rossini




p.s. fun fact about yours truly. I hate numbers used for words. It's moronic. No seriously I know what you're thinking. Also, single letters used as words. Fucking hate that too. True story.

Postmortem Update #1

Clumsy wall, why do you stand?
Clumsy world, why require land?
Clumsy face, why do you leak?
Clumsy mask, why have a beak?

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Update from the land of the dead of tomorrow, today!

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Vacant World (editing) was finished at the beginning of the year. The delay? Readers, editors, and a lack thereof. Posting.... Posting failure.... time table.... Soon.

Late Night Flame War (LNFW), yes this is a real story and yes it is now 2nd draft complete. Target date for 3rd draft is end of May.

More information unavailable. Request more information when visiting Lucentis. Remember, tomorrow is actually today which in turn is actually yesterday!


Clumsy ass, break the silence
Clumsy joke, why such violence?

-The latter part of Rossini's virus





There are some thoughts
I wish to say,
but do not pray,
I am fine.


For every moment
that I stay,
is another I cannot play,
instead this will soon be read.


And in the end,
there are many things I wish to share,
if not this week then do not despair,
next week perhaps,
I will do the dare.

-Rossini's shadow

Got to get the something

The corruption has grown far. The walls, dark. I can feel it crawling, its power surging. It wants me to listen, but I resist. Wants me to bow down and compels a ear to hear the words of whisper.

"Something's coming"

I raise my eyes to the sun. She's not there. The moon replaces the warm glow with a blotted darkness, a circular silhouette. 

I realize the updates are coming back, slowly but surely. Adverbs be damned. 

- Rossoruption

"Soon we will have our answer"
(Check the blog for "fire")

"We've made changes"


- The shadow of Rossini's ghost

Registry error, installation incomplete.

Dorothy...

Late Business

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Corrupt data.

end of transmission.