CZ Group Buy III – Here We Go Again!

I finally received the last few backordered items from the 2nd CZ group buy, so now we can launch the 3rd.

This is how it is going to work. Look at Pick out which models you are interested in, and then send me an e-mail at and I will respond with a quote. Please use the EXACT model number you’re interested in.

The prices will be excellent. Anybody that ordered CZs from me last time knows what I’m talking about. These will be the best prices on CZ that you will find.

This applies to rifles, shotguns, pistols, and Dan Wesson guns too.

I will be ordering guns continuously during the month. (basically everytime I’ve got 3 long guns or 3 hand guns I don’t have to pay shipping). I’m going to run this through the 3rd week in September.

Shipping times from CZ to me will vary on gun to gun. Guns that are in stock at CZ will ship quickly. Anything that isn’t in the country may take longer. I can’t really give ETAs. Of the 34 guns ordered on the February CZ group buy, I delivered 25 within a month, then a few over the next month. On the May buy, pretty much everything shipped right away except for the SP01 Tacticals, which took a month, and the Kadet kits, which took forever. So I never can tell what is going to be backed up.

Please spread the word and tell your friends.

Edit: If you find the gun on their webpage, send me the item number. That makes looking them up for quotes a lot faster, and more accurate. If you want something in left handed, make sure you use the left handed number.

So now experience matters…

John McCain today did about the smartest thing I’ve seen from him so far.  He picked Alaska governor Sarah Palin to be his VP.  She’s been a governor for about a year and a half.

Already the Obamachumps have started in.

Democratic Sen. Chuck Schumer of New York said McCain was taking a “roll of the dice” and declared that Palin’s “lack of experience makes the thought of her assuming the presidency troubling.”

Let’s ponder this one for a second.  Barack Obama graduated college, became a “community activist” (wtf ever that is), was a state legislative puppet for Tony Rezco in the most corrupt state in the nation, became a US senator, immediately started running for president, and has actually worked for like 140 days as an actual senator.

All campaign we’ve been told over and over and over by the media that that’s okay!  See, because John McCain has tons more experience, experience doesn’t matter, because Obama has like hope and change and shit.

So Palin is a governor for about as long as Obama has been a senator.  Only she had to actually, you know, make decisions and stuff.  Before that she was a mayor, city council, and had a government energy job. Being a governor is a lot more important than being a senator, because you’re an actual executive, rather than somebody who votes on the actions of real decision makers.

So now the Obama campaign can attack about lack of experience in the Repub #2, when their #1 has no experience?  Nice.

Bring it.

I’ve already heard people saying that McCain was just “pandering” to the Republican base by, you know, picking an actual conservative republican.  So out of the 4 people involved, we’ve got a Marxist, a Socialist, a Conservative Democrat, and finally we’ve got an actual Republican.  This has to be terribly shocking for the media.

For the first time in this campaign, I’m actually excited.  John McCain actually picked a Republican.  Maybe the press can go back to saying he’s a maverick again.

Obama picks Biden.  YAWN.  We don’t need to go out of our way to pick him apart, since he’s cast 10,000 votes, and most of them are stupid.  So you’ve got one brand new senator, and one ancient senator.  Except that the dems flipped it, and stuck the inexperienced one first.  Because he was prettier and could read a good speech off a teleprompter.

The repubs have one ancient senator, and one young governor.  She’s actually prettier than Obama too. 

So while Obama goes off about how we can just abort our “mistake” children, Palin raises her baby with down syndrome while her Eskimo husband works a blue collar job in the oil fields.  While McCain gets blasted for having 5 houses, Obama lives in one bought for him by a mobster.  While Obama is pretty good at basketball, Palin can shoot a moose through the eye at 200 yards with a 338 Winchester Magnum.  McCain’s spouse makes beer.  Obama’s spouse wrote a thesis about racism is rampant in America. 

Do the math on this one folks, and then get back to me with which side is actually going to connect with the American people.

I’ve not got the quote yet, but apparently one of the Obama campaign people has made negative comments about how Palin comes from a small town background.  Oh please… Oh please push that one. Merry Christmas for us.  Do you democrats realize just how much most of America absolutely hates being told what to do by a bunch of big city elitists? 

I’m trying to find out everything I can about Palin, but what I’ve gotten so far is that she’s squeaky clean.  There’s been exactly one scandal under her watch, that she’s been 100% upfront about, and the guilty were punished.  We get a new Obama scandal daily, depending on which former terrorist or America hating douche bag he’s hanging out with now, but I digress. 

She’s been consistent in her defense of the unborn. That offends a bunch of you, but well, too damn bad. Keep your pants zipped and quit killing babies because it makes your life inconvenient.  The next person that tells me that abortion is good because it keeps kids from being “raised in poverty” I’m going to punch in the throat, because I was raised pretty damn poor, and I’m doing just fine, thanks. 

She’s good on guns. I don’t think you can be anti-gun and get elected in Alaska.  Their democrats own machineguns.  Having large animals that will eat you tends to keep self-defense in perspective.  That’s kind of why I wanted to go ahead with my Cloned Velociraptors Let Free in Manhattan idea.

When Alaska’s state government had a surplus of money, she gave it back.

Her predecessor bought an executive jet.  She sold the executive jet and uses her own private vehicles.  She apparently knows how to fly a float plane, and owns one, which is worth 10 million cool points. 

So overall, looking good.  I’m cautiously optimistic. 

Politics makes my brain hurt

I’ve been listening to the Democratic National Convention.  No, I can’t explain why.  Maybe it is to fuel my boundless rage… Maybe I’m just a masochist… Maybe I’m the guy that just can’t help buy stare at the carnage as you drive past a car wreck on the freeway.


All I know is that I actually hate these people.  Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t hate rank and file democrats.  Most of you, the sane ones anyway, who aren’t hugging trees, or protesting Marine recruiters, are probably as sick of your party apparatchik as I am of mine.


But I hate the democrats in charge right now.  Holy crap, what a bunch of nut-logs. 


Okay, Barack Obama, who’s the #1 most left wing liberal in the senate, picked the #3 most left wing liberal in the senate, to be his running mate.  Wow.  Big tent there. 


Joe Biden wrote the first assault weapons ban. People of Ohio and Pennsylvania and Michigan, please keep that in mind as Obama tells you that he’s not going to push for any new gun laws. Oh yeah, he’s going to let all of us “typical white people” just keep “clinging to our guns and religion.” No problem there.


Barack Obama actually thought it was okay for you to try to abort a baby, and if it came out alive during the partial birth abortion, to just let it die.  Don’t take my word for it. He’s the only person in the entire legislature of one of most corrupt states in the country who actually thought that was just swell. Heck, it’s one of the few things he actually took a stand on. Whoops, this one’s still alive.  That’s okay, let’s just leave it here for awhile until it dies.  Pesky little brat. 


Yeah, we sure wouldn’t want those kids to grow up in poverty with unhappy familes… ‘cause that wouldn’t be kind.  Well, listen up douchebag, I grew up in poverty with an unhappy family, and I’m still pretty damn glad that nobody cracked my skull open and wire-whisked my brains because I was inconvenient for to my mom. 


I’ve disliked politicians before. I thought Bill Clinton was a scumbag, but I had to respect him as probably one of the best politicians of all time (that’s actually not a compliment).  I thought Al Gore was insane.  I thought John Kerry was a pathetic shell of a man.  But I actually think I hate Obama.


And I’m no Republican shill.  I think George Bush was domestically weak, not a true conservative, but I could admire his stance on killing terrorist scumbags.  I think John McCain is basically a middle of the road democrat, but at least he’s a grown up and not-a-Marxist. 


But Obama?  He’s a man who’s basically done nothing in his life. He has no experience, gives a good speech off the teleprompter, but then chokes like an idiot when he’s not scripted. 


When asked a very difficult question, he replies with, “that’s above my pay grade to answer with any specificity.” 




Pay grade?  Friggin’ pay grade?  You want to be the President Of The United States of America.  What pay grade is above you?  Do you need to consult with George Soros first? 


Well, part of the problem was that the question was about when life actually started.  John McCain clearly answered after less than a second with what he thought.  Since Barack thought that a kid who was born alive and breathing actually didn’t have civil rights, and could just be left to die, then I could see why he might be a little hesitant to actually answer the question.




Every time he opens his mouth, he’s got another proposal for another idiot program where government gets to be our dad.  I’ve still not seen anybody in the regular media dare to ask him about what he meant with his Civilian National Security Force.  But since ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN, MSNBC, and every major newspaper in the country’s reporters are too busy providing him oral sex during the interviews, it might be hard to get to those tough questions. 


But NOOOO… foolish right winger, there’s no media bias.  (see, that’s why all the reporters are wearing PURPLE during the convention, I kid you not).  There’s no bias.  That’s why when I’m buying my friggin’ Slurpee at 7-11 and look at the magazine rack, ¾ of the magazines have Barack Obama on the cover, none have John McCain, and Rolling Stone doesn’t even have a caption or any words, they’ve just got a picture of Barack with his little smile, and they’re worshipping him like he’s Jesus.  (Rolling Stone got Jesus and Kayne West mixed up last year though, so you’ve got to give them a little slack).  The only magazines he wasn’t on the cover of was Guns & Ammo and Monster Truck Weekly.


There’s no media bias. So how many of you turned on the regular news and caught that the Zogby poll had McCain leading for the first time?  You know, the Zogby poll, which has been the most reliable one in the country for like the last 16 years in a row?  Yeah, that one.  No?  You didn’t see that?  SHOCKING…  But I bet you did see that McCain owned a bunch of houses.  Yeah, big mean rich people, what with their buying houses instead of donating all their money to crack whores.  How many houses does Ted Kennedy (who in the words of the press “electrified” the convention) own?  Nancy Pelosi?  Naw… Barack only owns one really big house which was paid for by a mobster in exchange for purchasing votes and sweet Illinois contracts… But I should just stop with my crazy talk.  Stupid mean Republicans. 


I listened to Bill Clinton’s speech tonight.  Now my head hurts. If anybody out there is a student of history, or you actually paid any attention and have a memory longer than that of a fruit fly, you would know that he flat out LIED and just rewrote history.  No problem.  Don’t worry, he’ll get a pass.


My business is suffering because my customers are paying $4 a gallon for gas.  Every business in the country is suffering because of this.  America is suffering.  We could lower the price of oil within 24 hours if the Democrat Congress would just vote on the stinking energy bill, but Nancy Pelosi sent everybody on VACATION, that way the Dems couldn’t vote and be held accountable by their constituents. 


But somehow, this is all the Republican’s fault, because the news said it is. 


The sad thing is that the Republican’s are all such spineless pansies that they’re preparing for a defeat in congress and the senate. 




Hammer home the fact that we’re getting raped at the pumps while the democrats take a 5 week vacation from voting on energy.  Hammer home the fact that their nominee thinks that it is okay to take a baby that was born alive and let it die, because hell, you tried to kill it, little bastard was just tough.  Hammer home how their VP thinks banning all guns in America is an idea “whose time has come”. Point out how their nominees entire message to beat Hillary was about pulling out of Iraq, only to get to right now, and- whoops-we’re winning, never mind.  (which by the way, go to hell Harry Reid you worthless sack of shit for saying that we’d already lost.  Eat crow you son of a bitch).    


These things should be a no-brainer.  Just because the press is against you doesn’t mean we’re going to lose. SCREW THE PRESS.  All of us out here with any intelligence quit paying attention to them awhile ago.


We should take these issues, sharpen them to a point, and then stick them in, and break them off.  Republicans, quit trying to be Democrats.  Grow a spine and take a stand.


The other day I saw a bumper sticker.  It said:


Aw, F**k it.

McCain ‘08

The less repulsive of the two democrats running.


Now that is a campaign slogan that I can get behind. I’m no McCain fan, but he’s a better man that Obama. In the next couple of days I’m going to see if McCain picks a running mate that doesn’t totally suck.  That would actually be kind of nice.  It would be really cool if he picked an actual Republican or something, but I’m not going to hold my breath.

On self publishing

I followed the pingback trail from my blog, to Anthony Pacheco’s, to here.


It is a debate about POD publishing, which is a really interesting topic.  There’s a lot of self published garbage out there, but for a few of us, it is actually a sound business decision. I’ve got a distinct perspective on this topic. This is basically my story.


Several years ago I sat down to write a novel that was a conglomeration of B-Movie stereotypes but tackled from the perspective tactical realism. I’m a B-Movie nerd, but I’m also a professional firearms and self defense instructor.  Yeah, it does sound kind of weird.  Picture a monster movie, but populated by people who actually have a friggin’ clue how to take care of themselves. The novel is called Monster Hunter International.


This was not my first attempt at writing.  I’d been published free-lance in several national magazines.  I had written an earlier novel, but it hadn’t been up to snuff to get published. MHI came out really good. I polished it first.  I polished it a lot.  I had it read by about a dozen different people, of various backgrounds, and paid a lot of attention to the feedback.  I looked for the harshest critics I could find. 


Everybody loved it. 


So I found more people.  I picked out people who were sure to rip my head off.  I told them beforehand to rip me apart.  I didn’t care about my feelings, I only cared about turning out a quality product.


They still liked it.


If MHI was actually good enough to publish, I might as well try to publish. So I embarked on the process of trying to sell a professional. I’m a professional, and my feelings are not easily hurt, so I was prepared for rejection.  I did my homework, and made sure that I obeyed all of the rules for soliciting agents and publishers.


I was rejected by every agent and reputable publishing house in the business.  (and yes, I knew enough to stay away from Publish America!)   MHI was soundly dismissed by everyone, and when I say everyone, that is not an exaggeration.  I was rejected by every intern and mail clerk in the business. 


A couple of agents took the time to actually read my query letters and request my manuscript.  I got the same basic responses from all of them.  “It is too long for a first timer.”  “It doesn’t really fit into any genres.” “You’re a good writer, but it isn’t marketable.” 


At the same time, I had kept giving Word copies of MHI to people.  At this point I had been read by about a hundred people, and it was still a hit.  I started farming it out to complete strangers, and people who were not even vaguely interested in monsters or guns, and sure enough, those people liked it to.  Teenagers and old ladies became fans. People who hate books and never read fiction were reading MHI in one sitting.  People who read two or three books a week were finding themselves sitting down in front of the computer once they got home from work and reading until the sun came up the next morning. 


So on one hand, I’m getting great feedback from actual readers.  People are really liking this book.  On the other hand, the publishing industry has basically told me to go to hell and that nobody would buy my crappy book.  Well, somebody had to be right. 


Finally I found an agent who actually liked MHI and took the time to give me a bunch of professional feedback.  Spectrum Literary represents a bunch of big dogs, and even represented Heinlein, so when they gave me advice, I paid attention.  They liked it, but thought that MHI was just way too long to get picked up.  I needed to cut if from 205,000 words to a maximum of 150,000 words. 


Now if you’re paying attention, that’s a whole lot of words.  But hey, this was Spectrum, so I figured it was my best shot.  So I sat down, and absolutely gutted my baby.  I cut out every bit of fat that I could. 


190,000 words.


So much for that.  Back to the drawing board.  This time I took a chainsaw to MHI.  I absolutely butchered it to get down to an arbitrary word count so I would take up X number of inches on the shelf at Barnes & Noble. 


Bingo!  150,000 words. 


Too bad it sucked. I was no longer proud of what I had, so I bagged that project and went with the 190,000 word version.  Needless to say, I didn’t get picked up.  I’m still appreciative to Lucienne Diver of Spectrum Literary for taking the time to help me out though.  She was the first professional that actually gave me the time of day.


Now I was done.  I felt like I had wasted a year of my life, spent a lot of postage, and all I had to show for it was a desk covered in rejection letters.  At the same time I’ve got a couple hundred people telling me that I’ve got a real winner, and they can’t wait to buy a copy when MHI was inevitably published. 


Screw it.  Time to self publish. 


I did my homework on self publishing.  I’m a gun guy, but my background was as a financial analyst for a Fortune 500 company.  I know how to crunch a few numbers.  I checked out every outfit out there, looked at their service, their quality, their reputation, and most of all, their cost and break even points.  I wasn’t going to be one of those suckers that vanity published a piece of crap and then had 2,000 copies rotting in my basement. 


I knew that my only hope of success with self publishing would be if I could do a good enough job marketing my book.  My research indicated that if a real publisher felt like they could sell 5,000 copies of a book, they would be inclined to purchase it.  So my goal was to sell enough self-published copies that a publisher would have to notice me. I figured that would take about 1,000 copies in a year. The problem with that is that when you self-publish you are on your own.  Any marketing you get is totally up to you.  But 1,000 copies, with no real marketing budget, should be enough to get their attention, or so I guessed. 


I decided to go POD (Print On Demand).  My cost per book would be much higher, and retail for the paperback would be over $20.  It would have been cheaper to just print 1,000 copies in advance, but A. that costs more.  B. I didn’t have very much money.  The massive downside of this was not only did I have to convince somebody to buy my self-published book, it was also going to be overpriced.  Oh yeah.


I decided to go with Infinity Publishing.  First off, their set up costs were low enough that my break even point wouldn’t be too hard to achieve.  Second, a friend of mine had used them for his sci-fi novels, and he had been pleased with how they had treated him.  (btw, go to Amazon and check out Reckless Faith and the Tarantula Nebula to help out a fellow struggling author, David’s a talented guy).  Plus, by having him refer me, it got me a $50 discount.  And yes, I am that cheap.   


The hardest part about getting someone to buy your self-published book is that readers automatically assume that self-published = crap.  And they’re usually right.  The majority of self-published books I’ve read are absolute tripe. I knew that the key to getting this thing some buzz was marketing. 


But how do you market?  Advertising costs money.  I needed a way for people to really want to buy my book.  I wanted people to be excited to buy my book.  And they were only going to do that if they thought I was a good writer.  So, how do you show somebody that you know how to write?  Write something.


I wrote an online fiction serial, in conjunction with another wannabe writer friend of mine, on  The Mr. Nightcrawler saga was pounded out over a couple of months.  We got 100,000 hits.  I kept dropping hints that if they liked the serial, then they really needed to buy MHI when it came out.  Buy the end of the serial, I had a couple hundred readers ready to jump on anything I wrote.  That was enough to get the initial buzz going. 


At the same time, a reader of the Mr. Nightcrawler serial on THR had gotten the Word copy of MHI.  Tony Van Kragg had previously worked for a large independent bookstore.  He passed MHI on to his former boss, Don Blyly, who ended up printing off all 400+ pages on his laser printer and loving it.  Don isn’t just an independent book seller, he’s one of the biggest and best known in the country. 


Tony and Don knew Toni Weiskopf, boss at Baen Books.  Don basically said that Baen was stupid if they didn’t buy MHI, since he could sell the hell out of it. Toni agreed to read it.  I never made it past their slush pile the year before when I tried. She gave me a bunch of constructive criticism, and asked for me to revise it in a few specific ways.  I did so, sent it back to her, but then it kind of dropped off. 


I didn’t hear from Baen for awhile.  Toni was really busy, which is really understandable for somebody with that kind of job.  I was just glad that she hadn’t just beaten me over the head for bugging her. Now I was torn.  I was finally to where my book was being read by an actual professional publisher, but at the same time, I had just wasted a couple years of my life getting rejected over and over, so I figured I was just going to get rejected again.  I decided No More Waiting.  I took the plunge and self-published.  I knew that with Infinity, I retained the rights, and if Baen or somebody else decided to make me an offer later, I could always cancel the POD version.


I started this blog.  Originally it was a place for me to pimp my writing.  Then it became a place to make fun of stupid people, which is actually very cathartic.  I used the blog to take preorers, which helped bankroll me buying extra copies to have on hand. 


By the time MHI hit, I had a bunch of folks really excited to get their copies.  I sent a letter with every preordered copy (along with an MHI patch) asking them to post reviews online or on Amazon if they liked the book. Positive reviews starting popping up everywhere.  The patch was a stroke of genius, and my readers thought they were just awesome.


The book was published in December ’07, but nobody got any copies until January. 


MHI took off.  It started doing better and better on Amazon.  I kept posting here about the Amazon stats, which were strangely fascinating.  In fact, for a POD book, it was doing really well.  I had 38 reviews, and was still averaging 5 stars.  My lowest review was 4 stars, and that ain’t bad!  I had a few people zing me for having small “unprofessional” mistakes.  No kidding!  195,000 words, and I think we found 8 errors after it went to press.  Bob Westover, who was my proofer, and Kathy Jackson, who was my editor, actually did a super good job!  In fact, a couple of the errors that were pointed out were actually in dialog, given by a high school dropout from rural Alabama, which totally shouldn’t count.


Toni from Baen contacted me again in February.  This time she wanted my most recently revised version, and she told me that she was contemplating picking me up.  In March, she offered me a contract. 


Now I do not honestly know how much of a difference the critical success of my POD version influenced Toni’s decision.  I don’t know the answer to that.  But I do know that if I hadn’t been promoting the heck out of my book for self publication, I would never have met the people who eventually introduced me to her.   


When I mentioned on the blog that the POD MHI would soon be discontinued, people freaked out, and cleaned out every place on the internet that carried my book. By March I was #34 in Contemporary Fantasy, and #5,031 in all books.  I was able to get MHI into a bunch of different bookstores, and all of them were sold out.  Word had spread. 


On April 16th, I was #3 on the Entertainment Weekly bestseller list.  Not bad for a POD.  That was mostly luck though, since Entertainment Weekly’s list was calculated by each week going to a different huge independent bookstore.  I lucked out and they picked Uncle Hugo’s, where Don Blyly was a big fan, and had really been pushing the book. 


Once I had signed my contract with Baen and discontinued my POD version, I’ve been bugged daily by people trying to get a copy.  I figure that, conservatively, I probably could have sold another two thousand copies since I shut down the POD version, and that is all from the buzz that was originally generated. 


This is actually really kind of cool, since nothing makes people want something, quite like not being able to get it.  Someone is selling a copy of MHI on Amazon right now for $199.  If somebody buys that, you’re friggin’ nuts, that’s all I’m saying.  A copy of MHI went for $160 on Ebay, and I don’t know who bought that one, but damn, you are the man.  I’ve got a case of signed POD versions in my basement, (under a bunch of Ewok style booby-traps and nanotech enhanced guard weasels, so don’t even bother asking) but I’m holding onto those just in case I’m someday worth Stephen King money, and my kids can sell them to pay for college or something.


So the Baen version will be coming out in Summer 2009.  As a result of fans harassing Toni, she’s agreed to do an E-Book version before that.  I don’t have firm dates on either. 


Now all you guys need to do is buy lots of copies of MHI: the Baen version, when it hits stores, that way they’ll publish MHI:2.  (which by the way, the rough draft is done, and it totally rocks). 


Now back to the original topic.  I think POD publishing is a good tool, but it is just one tool in the tool box.  The main thing is that it still has to be a good book.  POD worked for me, but only because I’m a self-promoting, guerilla marketing son of a gun.  If you write a bad book and self publish, it is still going to suck.  If you write a good book, and you self publish, nobody is going to read it, unless you convince them to read it.   


Even traditionally published writers have to self promote.  POD writers just have to do it on their own.

I’m going to be on the radio today in Chicago

I’m being interviewed for the William Kelly show in Chicago on WIND.  1:00 CST.  We’re going to be talking about guns, freedom, and CCW. 

I don’t know if they have any sort of streaming audio.

EDIT:  It was recorded today, but it airs Saturday night on a show called Upscale Chicago.

Movie Review: Infection

Movie Review:  Infection


Alternate title: Infection, A Documentary on the Japanese Health Care Industry. 


Does Japan have socialized medicine?  Because if it does, we should show this movie to all of the Obama Disciples who are so set on universal healthcare, because except for the demonic blob-ghost-curse-stuff, it is spot on. 


Basically, the plot is that there is a really crappy hospital, where the overwhelmed staff isn’t being paid, the place is falling apart, they’re running out of supplies, and they can’t take any more patients.  An ambulance has a guy who is melting, but nobody will pick up the paramedic’s radio calls.  (In Canada, when infected with an evil melting ghost virus, you need to fill out form 6781-A, and then wait 18 weeks for the Ministry of Health to schedule an appointment with your primary care physician).


So the overworked doctors and nurses make a bad call and accidentally kill a patient. So rather than fess up to it, they decide to try and cover up the mistake.  (So maybe they don’t have socialized medicine, because in England, doctors are allowed to kill up to seven people a year, dentists can kill eleven, but maybe these Japanese doctors had already used up their quota).


Then the paramedics drop off Mr. Meltyman, well, not really dropped off to a doctor, more like they left him in the hallway.  So then the staff starts getting infected by the drippy green ooze and doing all sorts of weird stuff, like being creepy dark-haired Japanese nurses for one thing, then lots of needle stabbings, bleeding eyeballs, and general hilarity ensues.


I actually really liked Infection.  It was atmospheric, and like all J-Horror, it was certainly visual. I bet that for the people of Japan, you can’t hardly do anything without being cursed by a creepy dark-haired chick hanging from the ceiling.  That must get really frustrating. 


Cover Art for Monster Hunter International: Baen Edition

Cover art for Monster Hunter International, by Larry Correia.  Cover art by Alan Pollack.  Coming in 2009 from Baen Books.

I just got this today.  Alan did an awesome job.  For those of you who’ve read the book, this is a scene from aboard the French freighter, Antoine Henri, off the coast of Georgia.   

It is kind of cool as a writer to see the interpretation of something from your imagination by a professional artist for a book cover.  I take it back, it isn’t kinda cool, it is damn cool.

Movie Review: Monster Ark

I was watching Sci-Fi last week when there was a commercial for a movie where there was more than one Noah’s Ark, and one of them was EVIL.  The movie was called Monster Ark, and I admit, I geeked out.

As you know, I’m a B-movie nerd, and overall monster geek.  Heck, I’ve written 2 monster based novels now, (yes, MHI:2 THE ROUGH DRAFT is almost done).  So when I heard that commerical, the wheels started turning.  Holy crap, what an awesome idea.  Imagine what you could do with an idea like that.  An ark filled with other animals that never made it.  Man, I could write one heck of a cool story off of that idea.

So I tuned in to the Sci-Fi Original Picture Presentation of Monster Ark, and like 95% of the Sci-Fi original pictures, it was pretty lame.  You would think that by now I would have learned my lesson.  If it is a Sci-Fi original picture it’s probably gonna suck.  There will be a lame CGI monster, some propane explosions, and random nameless people will suffer CGI death, with CGI blood, at the CGI claws of the CGI monster. 

And there was just one monster.  And it sucked.  No ark full of monsters. 

As usual, the producers couldn’t find a single person who had ever actually been in the military to consult and point out that soldiers don’t shoot their rifles from the hip, while yelling incoherantly, while wearing black in the desert, and screaming things like “Stand Down!” when nobody is actually doing anything that they might actually, you know, stand down from.  Tiny Lister played a major who actually yelled “Don’t you die on me, Boy!” after yelling for somebody to stand down, so the dialog was just awesome.

None of the movie actually makes a lot of sense, and you get the feeling that they just didn’t really care when they made it.  I’ve decided that caring is what seperates Good B-Movies from Bad B-Movies.  There are two moments that are supposed to ‘homages’ to Indiana Jones, except in one scene where the rip off the Map Room At Tanis scene, they just happen to be able to pull the heads off of two shovels, stick them together (like legos!) and the staff is the right length to show them where the… heck, I can’t even remember what the hell they were looking for at this point… was. 

Overall, just keep on walking.  I was only mildly entertained, and I’ve got low standards, and I was dehydrated and sunburned from teaching pistol, and when I’m that incoherant, I’ll go for just about anything.

The Pink-Camo Breast Cancer Charity Gun Post

FBMG is proud to announce that we’re raffling a gun to benefit breast cancer research.   All proceeds will be donated to the American Cancer Society.  The winner will be announced at our 3rd Annual fun shoot on October 4th. 

Tickets are $5 each.  They can be ordered in person at FBMG, online at , paypal at, or over the phone at (801) 571-1160.  Tickets will be on sale until October 4th. 

All federal, state, and local laws apply.  If the winner is not a Utah resident, then it is the winner’s responsibility to find an FFL for us to transfer the gun to.  The winner is responsible for all local transfer fees.  If the winner is a resident of a state with sucky gun laws, we’ll do what we can to make the gun compliant, but if you’re a resident of California or someplace equivelent, we can sell it for you and send you a check. 

FBMG has donated a Stag 15 rifle.  Our gunsmith, has done a custom pink Duracoat paint job.  The pictures above are not the finished product, as he still needs to touch it up and apply the final clear coat.  Once that is done we’ll do up some glamour shots, but the reaction was so great to the original posting that we had to hurry and put this up.

To all the gunbloggers who have linked to this, thank you.  This is for a great cause, and we’re looking forward to raising a bunch for charity.

Breast Cancer Charity Gun

We came up with this idea a little while ago.  My mother-in-law had just got done with chemotherapy, and we were talking about it at the shop.  Plus we’ve got our big event coming up on October 4th, and had been talking about doing some sort of charity to go along with that.

So we decided to take a Stag 15 and paint it pink, then raffle it off for Breast Cancer Research.  I took the gun back to my smith ( ) and told him what we were doing. He volunteered to do the Duracoating, but said that if he was going to do it, he was going to make it nice.  Turns out Joe’s family has been through this too. 

This is what we’ve got so far.  The camera wasn’t very good, and the job isn’t done yet.  He still needs to touch up and clear coat. We’ll post final pictures when I put up the raffle details probably first part of next week.

We’ll be raffling off tickets at $5 each.  Anybody can enter.  The winner will be announced at the October 4th Mega Fun Shoot.  All proceeds go to charity. I’ll post up the charity details when we put up the offical raffle next week.   All federal, state, and local laws apply.  I’ll also be begging other gunbloggers to post it.




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