Failing Better
It’s William Gallagher with his targets of Sell A Novel and Sell A Drama To TV. One bottle per, as usual.
In other news: I got through to the next round of the Gumball 3000 competition. Looks like my opponents from the Scribosphere are Good Dog and Phill Barron. Fortunately there are three prizes, so I can afford to wish them both good luck…
EDIT: It seems that The Moviequill is in the race too… Good luck!
Down the pub this evening, I was appalled to discover that the toilet had been vandalised with one of the most offensive things in the English language.
The word “Cunts” had been scratched into the wood above the urinal.
With an apostrophe.
Marking papers re-interpreted as a text adventure.
Text adventures, kids, are what we used to do before they were able to pipe verisimily worlds directly into our brain-pans.
Ask your grandfather, if you can get him out of that Ginger Lynn sim.
So, apparently there’s going to be a Firefly MMO.
Well, it could work, and work well. There’s a passionate fanbase, and they “hope to get input from series creator Joss Whedon.”
The Firefly ‘verse has several well-defined areas and a great many more unexplored corners. The potential’s there.
But is it gonna fly?
You’ll note that “hope to get input from Joss Whedon” doesn’t equal “will have input from Joss Whedon”. And frankly, given that Firefly is something that Joss is truly passionate about you would think they would have talked to him by this point.
At the moment, this is nothing more than a press release. An announcement that someone has the rights. No named developers, no track records. At the moment it’s just a sliver of hope that could go well or badly.
Now, perhaps I’m misinterpreting here – and do feel free to set the record straight if you know more than I do – but this reads a little like the following:
“We are pleased to announce that we’ve bought a young baby from someone who wasn’t able to bring up the child herself. We’re going to ask the birth mother if she’d like to wish us well raising her child. That we own. And if she doesn’t like the way we’re bringing up her child she can go fish.”
Because if Joss was involved, ya think it would’ve been on the press release.
So either this is an extremely badly drafted press-release, or you’re gonna be buying someone else’s baby.
If it’s pretty and has blue eyes, you may not have a problem with that.
See! Smilin’ Stan Lee and Gibbering Jack Chick, in the Cosmic Meeting of all Time!
Prepare to be blown away by the peripatetic parenthetical pants-wettingly parodical power of: Galactus Is Coming!!!
Excelsior!
(Big-ass spoilers for Casino Royale.)
Hm.
Now, which organisation makes money from terrorism, revenge, and extortion? Has an enormous thing about loyalty? And, it seems, Does Not Tolerate Failure?
O, my boys.
I’ve missed you.