Correia personal update

My thumbs hurt. 


Over the last few days we’ve built several hundred Saiga .308 magazines.  Between having the mag parts arrive, building them, and bagging them, combined with the Christmas sale, we’ve been swamped.  The backordered mags will be shipped out before Thanksgiving. 


On the writing front, I’m still waiting for the proof copy of Monster Hunter International to arrive.  I’m planning on going over it, and having my local proofing master go over it, and getting it sent back in less than 48 hours.  But the longer I wait for the proof, the less likely I’ll make Christmas.  That’s why I wanted to do credit cards and checks for the pre-order, that way I wouldn’t cash anything or charge anything until I was ready to go. 


Now that I’m down to just one job, I’m trying to get back into shape.  I’ve lost ten pounds so far, but managed to throw that out the window last night.  My family went Christmas shopping, but on the way home, got stuck in traffic FOREVER.  And wouldn’t you know it, sitting right there was a Golden Corral, taunting us while we were all hungry, and the kids were bored from sitting in the backseat.  Damn you, Golden Corral, and your fried shrimp and all you can eat steak. Damn you to hell. 


Well, anyway, family dinner was pretty good last night.  My three year old proved that you can, in fact, digest chocolate cake by smearing it in your hair and absorbing it through osmosis. 


Was the food particularly good?  No.  Was there lots of it?  Yes.  But that is the beauty of the buffet, a distinctly American endeavor.  I used to be a buffet freak.  When I was younger, and working out, I was eating 6,500 calories a day to maintain my weight.  Buffets were the only way I could eat out and be happy.  And the running joke was I never got full, I just ran out of time.  Boy, spending five years trapped in a cubicle ended that really quick. 


And speaking of Christmas shopping, I’ve been told that there is a pink Transformer.  I’ve got a daughter that is basically a tomboy, and loves to do all of the fun stuff, but still wants everything pink.  And yes, she already has a pink .22.  Anybody know the best place to order one?

Save the Earth. Milk a rat.,2933,312176,00.html

So Heather Mills McCarthy, or whatever the hell her name is now, is going to save the world from farting cows, because it is better for Mother Earth if we drank rat’s milk instead.

No, I’m not making that up.  Click the friggin’ link.  That is too stupid to make up.  I would be ashamed if I came up with that for a piece of fiction.  It is too trite, too impossible, too dumb.  My editor would tell me that nobody would buy that, and my readers would get mad for stereotyping idiot celebrities and environmentalists.

Fat Tony did this on the Simpsons.  Little did I realize that Fat Tony was such a sound environmentalist.  Al Gore would be pleased.

If they’re so damned worried about farting destroying the world, they should go away.  I’ve never met a vegan that wasn’t gassy. (and self righteous, but that goes without saying)

Saiga .308 magazine update

We got the test springs yesterday.  They’re good to go.  So I should be taking possession of the first couple hundred tonight.  The remainder coming the beginning of next week. 

We’ll be cranking mags out as fast as we can and shipping them all next week.  We have enough parts on hand to fill all existing back orders, and then some.  So if you’ve been waiting on back order, you should be getting your mags here shortly. 

Correia on Music

I got an e-mail from my buddy Tom from Mojo Philter.

 Larry, I posted a link to a song we recorded last night at practice.  It doesn’t have vocals yet, but I think it is still pretty cool. J  

I listened to it.  It was very retro cool and well done, especially considering that they’re still basically jamming and writing songs.  This is the response I sent him:

 It is cool.  For some reason it got me visualizing this total soundtrack for a movie staring like Sam Jackson and James Gandolfini, and they’re driving across town in a big Caddy with somebody in the trunk.  I don’t know if that’s the vibe you were going for, but that’s just how I’m wired.  I was waiting for Chris Cornell style vocals to kick in, and from me, that’s a compliment.   

He’s like a guitar wizard, so I’m looking forward to seeing what his band can do.  But posting this has gotten me to thinking, I’ve not really said anything about music.


For the last five years I’ve worked for a division of a mega-corporation that takes care of the technical end of the music business.  Pretty much everything you hear on the radio probably has some variant of our electronics in it.  I work in a building full of musicians and musical fanatics. 


Except for the accountants.  12 of us, and not a single one can sing, play an instrument, or do anything even vaguely musical.  I don’t know what that says about the kind of people that become accountants, but there it is.  Anyway, despite being partially deaf from gunfire and growing up working on heavy equipment, I do love to listen to music.


Yahoo offers a service where you can program your own custom radio station.  Mine is slg2qcorreia.  (graduates of Utah State always recognize that first combination of letters, old habit, and yes, I am an Aggie).  If you go to Yahoo radio, you can listen to other folk’s stations or build your own, which is really a lot of fun.   You rate songs, albums, and artists, and the higher you rank something, the more likely it is to play.   Half of the music that is played is not rated, but is supposedly based upon being liked by people that rated things similar to you. 


Most of the time I find that the recommendations are pretty close, and I end up adding them to my play list.  I’ve found a lot of new bands that I had never before heard of that way.  Though once in awhile something really weird glitches its way in.  (Brittney Spears?  WTF?  How does rating Disturbed and Rob Zombie suddenly give me Brittney friggin’ Spears?)


But when that happens, you just rate them a big fat zero, and they never play again.  Hoo ray!  FM radio is dead!


So far I’ve ranked 234 artists, 99 albums, and 732 songs.   Yes, I’m a bit of a dork, but if you had spent the last five years trapped in a cubicle with nothing to keep you sane but the internet and a pair of headphones, you would do it to.  (on that note, I’m consulting for two more weeks, and I’m out of here).


Plus, this stuff helps me write.  I find that I actually build soundtracks to my books.  I don’t usually share these because a few times my interpretation of a scene is drastically different than that of the readers.  Though when Nightcrawler and I release Book III on the internet, we’re going to include our soundtrack, but that’s the beauty of internet fiction, you can do all sorts of goofy stuff and get away with it.


If you look at my station, you’ll notice that I have some music in Spanish ranked rather highly.  Peyote Assassins and Control Machete.  No, I don’t speak Spanish.  I can barely swear in Portuguese.  But I was working on another writing project with some other really good writers, and the part I had to write was from somebody that listened to that kind of music and came from a very specific background.  I found that I really liked it, and it really set the mood.  That project is on hiatus because all of the writers got too busy, but one day it will get finished.  (and it will be very cool.  John Shirley writes an amazing 1st person psychopath).


The main downside of internet radio is that there are a lot of really cool unsigned bands out there.  For example, this is my favorite unknown band, A Dark Halo:  When I make Monster Hunter International, the movie, there’s your soundtrack right there.  These guys are excellent.  And I only found them because one of the guys in the band is a Saiga nut too.  But that’s the beauty of the internet. 

Friend of mine publishes his first article

John Shirley has an article in this month’s SWAT.

John is on my blogroll, and he’s one of the coolest people I know.  Army vet, martial arts affacionado, and all around good guy, the only thing I disagree with him on is a certain movie that I reviewed and really liked that he then checked out and hated, but hey, nobody is perfect, and the vampires did make a lot of needless screaching noises.  (so valid point, John).