LJ: Feed me, Seymour
A big, deathy shout out is due to Deiter Zimmerman, author of Dragonmech, Etherscope, and DCC fame.

Deiter, a.k.a. Mythfish, a.k.a. the feared Badgerman, syndicated Choose Death, because, let's face it, ol' Harley-bot has been less than reliable.

So stop by, hire out his sword-fighting cadre – the Pheonix Swords - and otherwise give the Fish of Myth a dose of deathy love.

Anyone that is willing to don a Badger costume AND declares children to be flammable hazards is good in my book.

Oh yeah. The 'bones feed can be found here, http://syndicated.livejournal.com/grimbones_feed/, or add grimbones_feed to your LJ friends list.

Tangent: Juxtaposition is Sexy
On a related note, just poking around Deiter's online life makes me miss the Faire. Medieval costumes, women in bodices, and protective parent-types with swords. What more could a 14-year old geek ask for? It was a good place to grow up.

My first published story was written after falling hard for a Ren Faire girl. The image that is fixed in my mind is seeing her afterhours, dressed in faire garb and a black leather jacket that read, Punk isn't Dead, but some Punks Are. I want to say she had locks of dyed hair, but that might be my imagination playing with my memory.

Laugh. That image captures Harley's intrests in a nutshell. Good times. :)


At 12:06 PM, Blogger SnakeOil Sage said...

Ah, I've see the reason behind the madness now. Influences on a young creative mind can have interesting results.

You know what you have to do now, though, don't you Harley? You need to get yourself a punk witch character and make a series. Find Joss Whedon, Harley. He's your only hope. *Chuckles*

No ren faires around where I grew up. However, we had something that, in retrospect, was probably the best thing for me.

Highland Games.

And thinking about it, I do see how aspects of it have effected my creative development. Tartan can be incredibly sexy around the right pair of hips. *Laughs*

At 2:29 PM, Blogger Grimbones said...

You have me pegged closer than I care to admit, Mike. :D

Holy smokes! Ded Bob lives!


I "worked" with this guy for a bit. I'm wearing one of those shirts to the Con.

Gah. I am a geek.

At 3:24 PM, Blogger matt said...

Wow! I remember that shirt!

And D, if you are reading this thanks a ton for the feed. I'm tempted to ask how you pulled it off but don't want to bug you with useless fan boy stuff..

At 5:37 PM, Blogger Jw said...

all I have to say is, "Awwwwwwwwww!"

At 7:06 PM, Blogger Silverfyre said...

I got lucky and married a Rennie girl. I hate to brag but it does, indeed, kick some major postmodern ass.

I feel for you, bro. May the Faire be with you, always.

Word Verification fun: agzmc: The feeling one gets when having way too much aggravated damage done to one's character.

I.E: "Wally the Wallace Pirate just took ten levels of aggravated damamge?!?! I just had an agzmc!"

At 7:17 PM, Anonymous Dieter said...

Faire garb + black leather jacket + dyed hair = *drool*

And thanks for the pimpage!

Setting up a feed at LJ is pretty simple. The hardest part is finding the page to do it. If you're a paid user there you can create as many feeds as you like, and you can make feeds of any blog or other news source that makes use of RSS, AtomFeed, or XML feeds (which most do these days). The downside of it is that for some reason it doesn't always seem to get the entire entire entry.

At 8:27 PM, Blogger SnakeOil Sage said...

I made a Testicular Fortitude save and took no damage.

At 10:37 AM, Blogger Mike said...

A good friend of mine worked at the New York Renaissance Festival in Sterling for many, many years - I spent quite a few weekends going up there to visit and hang out with him. (And, while I was there, I had a decent excuse to wear garb, drink mead, and flirt with some cute wenches ... )

Good times.

And definite nods to one of the comments above - tartan is amazing ly sexy around the right pair of hips. ;)

At 12:20 PM, Blogger matt said...


More and more impressed with LJ's set up. If only I weren't a cheap bastard. ;)

Thanks again.

(H, sorry about hijacking your comments. ;) Looking forward to Operation Midnight Masons.)

At 12:23 PM, Blogger SnakeOil Sage said...

And definite nods to one of the comments above - tartan is amazing ly sexy around the right pair of hips. ;)

*Laughs* We know it!

At 12:37 PM, Blogger Grimbones said...

(No fear, Matt.)

Midnight Masons Kung-Fu Strike!

At 8:10 AM, Blogger saurus said...

heh. i'm curious what happened to the fat theif that looked like me 40 years later?

as an aside, i ran into one of the ren faire girls that grims speaks of in denver many years later. we had attended a facility of higher education together and knew each other. we went out to dinner, went back to my place, sat around until 2 am yammering about something or other when she turns to me and said 'i should probably go home... or i could stay here'. silly saurus, comeons are for the dromiceiomimus!

walked her to the door i did.

to add insult to injury, she was out visiting her dying grandmother years later in california when i resided there. i picked her up, we drove back to sunnyvale, caught dinner and a movie and again come 2 am she turned to me and said 'well, i guess i'm going to turn in, can i sleep in your bed?'.

slept on the couch that night. woo-boy, what a doof i was. oh well, nothing to cure lost love except guns - off to buy a sten gun!

At 10:29 AM, Blogger Grimbones said...

Foolish, foolish Saurus. Such a damn gentleman.

I chased that girl for years, then he kicks her to the curb, not once but twice. Makes Grimbones grin just thinking about it.

(For the record, this woman is not the same as Punk Isn’t Dead.) Where is Luethe these days? I'll raise a toast and a turkey leg to that girl any day.


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