Going Bowling

With news from the front of the Great Krasnovia-Pinelandia Conflict being somewhat quiet – at least until the Hero of Krasnovia is liberated from his Facebook prison cell in Northern Pinelandia – I guess now would be a good time to update you on the opening week of bowling.

I mentioned not long ago that bowling season started here in Omaha this week. Coming off an average of 189 last year, and not having rolled a ball in league play since early April, I opened with a 162-180-208 series of 550. Average of 183.3 for the math nerds. Our team won three of the four games. The league runs a strange points system that I wouldn’t mind seeing get thrown out, truth to be told.

Anyway, the lanes on opening night had not been oiled properly. Everyone was having trouble adjusting to them as they were constantly changing. So a 183.3 is something I’ll take, especially since I missed seven spare attempts in the first two games that I normally convert. The good news was that I converted on all five spare attempts in the third game.

Other than a bowling update, not much going on today here at Casa de Paolinelli. So, go out and enjoy the weekend, like I am.

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1K Serials: Legacy Of Death, Ch. 2

LEGACY OF DEATH: 

THE DYSON’S COMET KILLER

By Richard Paolinelli

© 2019 Richard Paolinelli . All Rights Reserved. No copying or any other reproduction of this story is permitted with written permission.

 

TWO

 

One week earlier…

“Look out you damn fool,” Inspector Steve Foster shouted as the driver of the sedan, totally oblivious to the flashing lights and blaring police siren of the car he was in, nearly slammed into his side of the car.

“Relax,” Bolton said from behind the wheel of the car he and Foster were in. “He missed us by a mile.”

“Wasn’t talking to him,” Foster shot back. “I ought to give you a ticket right here.

“And I ought to arrest you for obstruction while I’m at it too,” Foster added for good measure, looking back at the offending car as it slowed to let the police car pass.

“I’ll settle for getting the guy we’re after right now,” Inspector MacKenzie Bolton said chuckling at his partner while weaving his way through the traffic-snarled streets of San Francisco in pursuit of an armed robber making his escape on a Harley Davison bike.

The two Inspectors had been working the case for weeks, trying to nail a suspect who’d been terrorizing ATM customers across the city. Unsuspecting customers, always in the late evening, would find themselves accosted at gunpoint by a man on a motorcycle just seconds after withdrawing cash.

The assailant, sporting a ponytail and dressed all in black leather and riding boots, would swiftly ride up; relieve his victims of their money and other valuables, then zoom off into the night. The crafty crook always used the heavy traffic to full advantage, easily making his escape into the night.

After the first few nights had resulted in five successful jobs, and several thousand lost in money and jewelry, with each ending with police pursuit snarled in traffic, a sting had been set up to catch the bandit. Based on a pattern spotted by the department’s psychologist, several Inspectors and plainclothes cops had laid siege to an ATM near the Embarcadero only to have the thief strike an ATM on the other side of the city.

More traps were laid by the now-chagrined police, only to have their quarry find another unguarded ATM time after time. The press started calling the suspect the Easy Rider Bandit and the brass was breathing hard down the necks of the Inspectors to get this guy and quick.

The frustration was felt department-wide and increased with each successful heist, but just when it seemed like the Easy Rider was invincible he finally made a mistake and it proved to be the only break the police needed to put an end to his run of luck.

As he was holding up an elderly woman at a machine on Market an off-duty patrolman drove by, spotted the bandit and raised the alarm as he pursued the motorcycle and its rider into the early-evening traffic.

A quick turn into a tight alley shook off the cop but when the Bandit emerged onto Van Ness he ran right into the path of Bolton and Foster.

Try as he might, the Bandit couldn’t shake off Bolton. He’d even tried his alley trick twice only to find that Bolton had guessed right and was staying close behind. In desperation, the thief had even gone the wrong-way against one-way traffic, but Bolton kept the unmarked, but modified, Ford Crown Victoria on the suspect’s tail.

Zooming through the city streets at the speeds they were reaching it was only going to be a matter of time before one of them ran into, or over, something. An ill-timed glance in the rear-view mirror at his pursuer and splash of oil from a leaky car engine that had passed hours before proved to be the bandit’s ultimate undoing.

Both wheels simultaneously lost traction and the motorcycle slammed to the pavement, sliding across the road and into a pile of garbage cans and plastic bags stacked up on the sidewalk

Bolton slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt a few feet away. The two Inspectors leaped out of the car, with Foster reaching the man just as he was getting to his feet. Even though he had to have been injured in the crash, the man quickly picked up one of the cans, spun around and smashed it into the oncoming Foster, who crumpled to the ground.

Bolton jumped the man from behind, intending to drive the man down to the ground and cuff him. But his opponent proved to be somewhat slippery, breaking out of Bolton’s bear hug and slamming a hard, bony knee to Bolton’s groin before turning away to make a run for freedom.

Bolton, grunting in pain and trying to suck in all of the oxygen the kick had pushed out of his lungs, made a desperate grab at the only part of the thief he could reach. Latching on to the ponytail sticking out from underneath the dark-visored helmet, Bolton swung the man back around and slammed him headfirst into a nearby light post.

Shards of the visor flew in all directions as the man crumpled to the ground again, this time staying down. A shaky Foster dropped on top of the man, rolled him over and cuffed both wrists and ankles.

“Have you lost your damn mind,” Foster growled at the semi-conscious man. “You okay, Mac?”

“I’ll live,” Bolton replied as he slowly stood up and tried very hard not to rub the injured area. As he straightened up his attention was drawn to a small object lying among the pieces of the broken visor. Foster saw a strange look appear on his partner’s face.

“What?”

Bolton shook his head and reached down to pick up the object, lifting it up so Foster could get a better look at what appeared to be the upper plate of a set of dentures.

Both men looked down at the suspect, whose face was still covered by the ruined helmet and its visor, and took notice of the color of the ponytail that Bolton had grabbed.

It was gray. Very gray.

Foster, cursing under his breath, pulled the helmet off its owner’s head to reveal the weathered face of a man in his early sixties. Bolton couldn’t help but chuckle and he was hard-pressed not to laugh out loud at the expression on Foster’s face.

“We almost got our butts kicked by the Geritol Kid,” Bolton said, clapping Foster on the shoulder as several patrol cars arrived on the scene.

“Old man,” Foster asked as Bolton helped the recovering man sit up. “What are you robbing folks for? You should be home with your grandkids.”

The old robber waited until Bolton rinsed off the plate with bottled water from their car before answering.

“You try living on Social Security these days,” he said, wincing at the pain from his broken nose.

Both Foster and Bolton laughed aloud then. Foster gently lifted the man up and helped him into the back of the car. Just then the radio sprang to life with the voice of the Chief of Inspectors.

“Central to Inspector 17.”

“17,  go-ahead,” Bolton replied, after leaning into the front of the car and grabbing the mike.

“Mac, I’m at Golden Gate Park,” the Chief said tersely. “You and Foster drop whatever you’re doing and get down here now.”

Bolton shot a look at Foster before replying.

“We just collared our ATM guy,” he explained. “Can it wait?”

“Hand him off to whoever is there,” the Chief replied. “They can put him in holding until you get in to process him. I need you two here.”

“What’s up?” Bolton asked.

“A patrolman found a body in the park,” the Chief said. “It’s a bad one Mac.”

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Me: Facebook Can’t Get Any Dumber. Facebook: Hold My Beer

Seriously, Facebook?

The other day when I said you’d reached peak stupid and couldn’t possibly go any lower, I thought you’d wait at least a week before you did. Congrats, you did it in less than 48 hours.

No sooner had Larry Correia, the hero waffle maker of Krasnovia, been freed from his Krasnovian-liberation24-hour stint in Facebook Jail – here is a photo of him walking out of a vile Pinelandia prison that contracts out to Facebook – than Larry was tossed back in for three more days. This time, with no explanation given.

Larry blogs about what he thinks the reason is, and I would not be surprised to find out he is 100% correct.

But really, Facebook, these antics of yours will not end well for you, or any of the other social media platforms engaging in this silliness.

All you are really doing is firing up Larry’s fanbase, increasing his sales numbers and dragging yourself inexorably toward a date with the Department of Justice and Federal regulations that will break up your monopolies in short order.

If that is truly what you want, so be it. In the meantime, #FREELARRYAGAIN and long live glorious Krasnovia! Land flowing with Sandviches and Waffles!

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Is ChinaMike Unwilling, Or Just Too Stupid, To Learn?

I know, embrace the power of the word “And”, amirite?

Two days ago I posted about Fail, er I mean, Facebook’s silly 24-hour banning of author Larry Correia over a post that was a year old that was joking about a non-existent country. Seems the autobot algorithms at Fail, er, I mean, Facebook have no sense of humor at all and threw our lad in stir.

Larry had fun with it. His fans (me included) really had fun with it and while Larry was in the cooler many memes and stories of the great battles between Krasnovia and Pineland were shared. Sandwiches and waffles were consumed in honor of the incarcerated and the fallen. In other words, we all treated it as the joke it was.

Larry was freed and that should have been that.

But no, enter ChinaMike, the Lord of the House of 770 Vile Aromas. The former tax collector/turned accountant/turned glorified Google search engine for sci-fi news. (Seriously, his “award-winning” blog is really just a scrape of the internet and other news sources for news related to sci-fi and fantasy with a sprinkle or two of his venom toward any author he dislikes.)

ChinaMike has been warned by Larry to never invoke Larry’s name on that vile blog. Every once in a while, he does so anyway. And Larry then administers a corrective measure. Here’s is the latest one, after ChinaMike decided to weigh in on Larry’s incarceration, and you need to read it before we proceed, so head on over and read it. Its a hoot and I’ll be here waiting when you get back, I promise.

THE SUPER DUMBNESS CONTINUES, MIKE GLYER EDITION

Look, Larry pretty much covered everything there is to say about ChinaMike, and did so a lot better than I ever could. Although I think my novellas, A Zombie Christmas Carol and The Fall of the House of 770 Vile Aromas, did a pretty good job of it.

All I will add is this: The screenshot that Glyer himself posted that was one of the most brutal self-owns in the history of mankind:

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If you look at the bottom right, you see that 92.1% of his blog traffic came from China. That means web farms that are used to artificially inflate traffic to a given site. The only thing that would have been more perfect would be for the number to have been 92.3%. Meaning only 7.70% of his traffic would have been actual human beings and we could have started calling him ChinaMike and the Vile 7.70%ers.

And I’ll briefly recap my history with Glyer and his minions. I landed on Glyer’s radar because I gave a free copy of my book to a Wisconsin convention that had lost its entire literary track just days before the con was set to open.

That was my “crime”. Since then, I’ve had to stock up on this product:

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Needless to say (because I once allowed someone to slander me without comment many decades ago, foolishly thinking that the truth would out and the people who knew better would act accordingly – and then watched in disbelief as they promptly didn’t which led to 10 years of working 24/7 toward one goal being stolen from me – and I swore it would never happen again) I hit back. Hard.

I’m still hitting back. I’ll continue to do so until ChinaMike and his minions are forgotten bits in the wastebin of history. One or two already are. Some have figured out that I’m not going away. I’m going to keep writing, keep producing my show and keep living my life the way I see fit and not conform to their sick viewpoint. I haven’t heard from them for a while either, thankfully. But ChinaMike? He seems a bit slow on the uptake.

However, I haven’t been hitting back as much lately, because (a) I just don’t go to his trash site anymore. You shouldn’t either. You can literally feel your soul dying the instant you do. And (b) because Glyer got spanked so hard by me not so long ago that he rarely posts my name there. I have my sources that let me know when he does. It’s down to an average of maybe once or twice a year. And always just a snide remark having taken a tweet or a post out of context, which is his M.O.

The spanking in question revolved around some prankster signing a petition in support of David Weber and ConCarolinas as “Mike Glyer”. A silly joke. No harm no foul as no address info was posted nor was Glyer signed up for anything. A normal human being would have laughed it off. Shoot, I’ve had worse done to me and actually tipped my hat at the prankster for a job well done.

Glyer lost his shit. Its what he does. He went on a rant on Facebook about how “wrong it was that someone impersonated someone else.”

And that opened the door for me to post two screenshots. One was a comment he made on this site, before I banned him, that showed his name and his IP address. The second was a comment left under the name of my neighbor at the time and good friend in Simi Valley, CA. The comment was ugly and vile – nothing my friend would say, but something ChinaMike would say.

How do I know? Because the IP address on the second comment was the same as the one Glyer signed his real name to and they both pointed right to his home address many miles from Simi Valley. And my neighbor had jumped in ChinaMike’s chili about the way Glyer was treating me

Seconds after posting these screenshots and calling out Glyer for his hypocrisy, he blocked me on Facebook and, suddenly, I wasn’t being mentioned on his vile little blog anymore.

And that suits me just fine.

Who knows, maybe after this latest cyber-beat down, he might actually do the same for Larry.

Nah, I doubt he has the intelligence required to do that.

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Kerry Nietz This Week’s Guest On ASJ

Amish VampiresAward-winning sci-fi author Kerry Nietz was my guest this week on A Scribe’s Journey. We had a great conversation. Be sure to check it out and then grab a copy of what promises to be an interesting series: Amish Vampires in Space. Who knew Amish Fiction was a hot market to write in? I sure didn’t until this week.

You can watch the show here: Show 29 – Kerry Nietz

Or, you can listen to the audio-only version on iHeatRadio right here: Show 29 – Kerry Nietz

The show’s audio version only should also be available on iTunes and Spotify.

Next Week’s Guest: Adriana Gavazzoni

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Congrats, Facebook, You Just Hit Peak Stupid

Just when you thought Facebook couldn’t beclown itself any more than it already had…

Larry Correia, one of the best sci-fi/fantasy authors I know, is in Facebook Jail for 24 hours. His crime?

He made fun of a country… that does not exist. That never existed. Over a year ago. We’ll let Larry tell you the whole story here: Larry’s post on his blog.

Suffice to say, Larry will survive his stint in cyber-stir quite well. His fans and fellow authors are having some fun with it, as we are wont to do. I even created this humble #FreeLarry meme:

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But our derisive laughter aside, this is yet another example of Big Social Media needing to be taken down several notches.

When you can’t even make fun of a FICTIONAL country without getting Gulag-ed then something is seriously wrong.

Congrats, Failbook, you’ve hit peak stupid. I’d say I can’t imagine how much lower you can go than this, but given your track record, you’ll probably figure out a away to be even dumber next week.

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Doping? In Bowling? Seriously?

My dad was a professional bowler back in the 1960s. Don’t go looking for him in the history of the Professional Bowlers Association though. He was a house pro in a Nevada bowling alley and made his living bowling in tournaments and in pot games and in head-to-head matches.

IMG_0061I started bowling for fun when I was 4 and in leagues when I was 19. I won my first tournament that I entered when I was 21 – winning the title match 243-188 (that’s the ball I used that tournament over there) – and even tried for the Pro Tour. I found out at the Regional Tour level that while I was very good, I wasn’t good enough.

To this day I still bowl in leagues. In fact, this week marks the opening week of the season here in Nebraska and my team will try to build on its eighth-place finish – out of 26 teams – from last year. I averaged 189 last year, after having taken three years off from bowling to deal with back issues.

Now, in no universe whatsoever would I begin to make the claim that bowlers are elite athletes. So when I read this story U.S. Wins Gold After Peruvian Bowler Caught Doping At PanAm Games my initial reaction was this:

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Doping? In bowling? Really?

I can think of no reason why you’d do this. It’s not like you will wear down so much physically that you can’t pick up and roll the ball without collapsing, no matter how many games you bowl per session. Hell, a good-sized Dr. Pepper and some chocolate and you’ve got enough of an energy boost to get through another game or two.

The bowler who did this should be shamed out of the sport. I feel sorry for his doubles partner, who just got stripped of his gold medal despite having done nothing wrong.

Doping? In bowling? Seriously?

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