I thought the hard part about writing a book would be writing a book. In actuality, the hard part of writing a book is getting ANYONE to read it afterwords. I've sold a few copies, so I'm not complaining. The idea that anyone would buy a book written by me is awesome in and of itself. This is just an observation. I look at some of the things that actually go viral on the web. Some is justifiably amazing. Others make me sad to be human.
So the question now, is do I write a sequel to a book no one has read? Do I work on animations that no one will see? Or do I become one of those walking dead people. Content to go home every night and die in front of the television with no hopes, no dreams, and no legacy?
Nah, I could never do that. I am beginning the sequel to Endless Night. I am working on a new web series and I will not go softly into any good night.
Monday, January 30, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Endless Night- first review
Thank you Rhonda Valverde and the rest of the staff over at http://www.vampireromancebooks.com
for the following review:
"Kenn Baker's Endless Night is not the average vampire book. This is a darkly intense story of lust, greed, violence, and primal urges that refuse be ignored.....and I loved it! Filled with bloody scenes of sex and death, it is a more realistic look into what a world with vampires would be like. You won't find any love-sick, angst-filled vampires trying to find a way to love a human in this book. In fact, there are very few humans in this book: except for the ones that end up as lunch. When reading most vampire stories, I tend to root for the good guy. But in Endless Night, the good guy is a bad guy. Even though there was a ton of violence in the book, there is humor, too. I found myself laughing when humans were being torn apart, sometimes envisioning the characters dancing and laughing while slaughtering them (Think "A Clockwork Orange" but with vampires!).
Baker's writing was extremely descriptive, which made the book that much more intense to read. Each and every character adds an extra level to the story with their unique personalities. I'm happy to know that the author is going to add to the series. I'd love to see more from all of the characters and find out where their lives are going to go.
If you're looking for a sweet romance or a happily-ever-after story with rainbows and flowers, this is not the book for you. While there is humor and a little romance, it's a dark humor that not everyone will like. If you enjoy a little horror with your vampires, then I say this is a must-read. It really was a fantastic read that fans of gothic vampire romances will like. Endless Night is a delightfully dark walk on the wild side that was impossible to put down."
for the following review:
"Kenn Baker's Endless Night is not the average vampire book. This is a darkly intense story of lust, greed, violence, and primal urges that refuse be ignored.....and I loved it! Filled with bloody scenes of sex and death, it is a more realistic look into what a world with vampires would be like. You won't find any love-sick, angst-filled vampires trying to find a way to love a human in this book. In fact, there are very few humans in this book: except for the ones that end up as lunch. When reading most vampire stories, I tend to root for the good guy. But in Endless Night, the good guy is a bad guy. Even though there was a ton of violence in the book, there is humor, too. I found myself laughing when humans were being torn apart, sometimes envisioning the characters dancing and laughing while slaughtering them (Think "A Clockwork Orange" but with vampires!).
Baker's writing was extremely descriptive, which made the book that much more intense to read. Each and every character adds an extra level to the story with their unique personalities. I'm happy to know that the author is going to add to the series. I'd love to see more from all of the characters and find out where their lives are going to go.
If you're looking for a sweet romance or a happily-ever-after story with rainbows and flowers, this is not the book for you. While there is humor and a little romance, it's a dark humor that not everyone will like. If you enjoy a little horror with your vampires, then I say this is a must-read. It really was a fantastic read that fans of gothic vampire romances will like. Endless Night is a delightfully dark walk on the wild side that was impossible to put down."
Thursday, December 16, 2010
A big Rush
So today on my way to work I saw a fatal traffic accident between a pick-up truck and a semi. Apparently the pick-up driver was in a rush and turned in front of the semi. I started thinking about how everyone seems to be in a rush and how we all do unsafe things like that at times.
Was the pick-up driver on the phone? Was he texting? Was he talking to his wife and how horrible would it be to hear your spouse die like that?
I thought all this, then I thought about all the risks I take in life. The Russian Roulette with my Vietnamese Mafia friends on Tuesdays. The underage hookers I kill on weekends. Is the risk worth the reward?......yes.
Was the pick-up driver on the phone? Was he texting? Was he talking to his wife and how horrible would it be to hear your spouse die like that?
I thought all this, then I thought about all the risks I take in life. The Russian Roulette with my Vietnamese Mafia friends on Tuesdays. The underage hookers I kill on weekends. Is the risk worth the reward?......yes.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Just a Cat
This weekend Our cat Nichi (pronounced Nietzsche) died. Some of you are thinking "Big deal, it's just a cat" and others are thinking "How sad. I have lost pets of my own and I can relate". The first group is not pet people (or at least not "Cat people"), the second group obviously is pet people. But I digress.
My sadness over my lost cat does not simply come from the extinguished life, but a slew of other elements. Nichi was the first I have ever owned and he was not what I expected. I have owned dogs my entire life, so judging only from other people's cats I expected an aloof being that would only occasionally show it's face and stink up the house with it's indiscriminate peeing on all of my walls.
What I got however, was a fun little furry friend that sat on my legs during meals and slept across my ribs every night. His little face warmed my heart as his voice made the darkest days seem brighter. He ran through the house playing and making us all laugh at his antics. He demanded attention and accepted it fiercely. He gave love as freely it was given.
His last three months were filled with illness and forced medication. Something none of us enjoyed. His muscular body shrunk from lack of exercise and he looked like a shell of himself. He stopped being able to support his own weight and eventually went into a coma-like state. I held him during his last moments, feeling his ragged breath and would have given just about anything to bring the joy of Nichi back into my wife's, my daughter's and my life again. To hear his purr and to feel his weight on me... Nichi was anything BUT "Just a cat".
Goodbye my Friend.
My sadness over my lost cat does not simply come from the extinguished life, but a slew of other elements. Nichi was the first I have ever owned and he was not what I expected. I have owned dogs my entire life, so judging only from other people's cats I expected an aloof being that would only occasionally show it's face and stink up the house with it's indiscriminate peeing on all of my walls.
What I got however, was a fun little furry friend that sat on my legs during meals and slept across my ribs every night. His little face warmed my heart as his voice made the darkest days seem brighter. He ran through the house playing and making us all laugh at his antics. He demanded attention and accepted it fiercely. He gave love as freely it was given.
His last three months were filled with illness and forced medication. Something none of us enjoyed. His muscular body shrunk from lack of exercise and he looked like a shell of himself. He stopped being able to support his own weight and eventually went into a coma-like state. I held him during his last moments, feeling his ragged breath and would have given just about anything to bring the joy of Nichi back into my wife's, my daughter's and my life again. To hear his purr and to feel his weight on me... Nichi was anything BUT "Just a cat".
Goodbye my Friend.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Judging a DVD by it's cover
So, I was in Best Buy not too long ago and I spotted a Zombie movie I had never heard of. Of course I purchased it, It took place in a warehouse district part of town and there were Flesh hungry "Zombies". So I watch the movie and I realize it is not a zombie movie at all, but a cannibal movie. These are not the undead hordes I sought, but warm blooded men. What the Fuck! Of course I returned the movie to the store. The Customer Service chick tells me "We can't return movies that have been opened, we can only exchange them for the same movie". Why would I want to return a crap movie for another copy of the same crap movie? I explained to her very slowly and with small words that the images depicted on the cover were not from that movie at all. They were in fact rotting zombies, whereas this movie contained no zombies and was in fact a cannibal movie. This confused her. She went and got a manager who told me the whole exchange policy again. So once again I explained the situation, only this time, I used the term "False advertising". This will get any manager's attention by the way, so use it when necessary (I think they have conventions at manager retreats about the term).
So this whole situation got me thinking about other forms of false advertising. The greatest or most treacherous of which would have to be attractiveness. See for some reason we are hard wired to believe the more attractive someone is the more important or better they are. I did a poll using the 10 scale (1 being Sloth from "The Goonies" and 10 being the most attractive celebrity people could think of). The list of 10's consisted of:
Brad Pitt (of course)
Robert Downey jr.
Tyson Beckford
Halle Berry
Johnny Depp
Angelina Jolle
Jessica Rabbit
and Maksim Chmerkovskiy (whoever the hell that is)
I also asked the women to rate me. Some were reluctant (probably because they did not want to insult me), but I got a score between 5 and 8. So each of the aforementioned 10's have at least two points on me. Plus, I think some of the questionees were just being polite, so let's say I'm a 6 for the sake of argument. So each of them have 4 points on me in the looks department...in a life or death situation, they have a 40% higher chance of survival. Brad Pitt will get a cab before me. Robert Downey Jr. will get the last piece of cake instead of me. If Halle Berry were to rob me at gunpoint and throw the gun down just as the police arrived, I would be the one going to jail. being attractive in our society is a license to steal. But, the outer casing of skin has nothing to do with the personality of the person. I've known plenty of attractive bitches, and some really handsome assholes. I've also known some people who don't think they are attractive, but are amazing looking and humble as hell. They are typically the people who were not attractive kids, but grew into attractive adults, and I think that is the key. People who have gone their whole lives knowing they are attractive feel entitled and are more arrogant. so if you see an attractive person and you want to know what they are like on the inside without wanting to spend weeks or minutes finding out, just ask them to see a picture of them when they were a kid and you will have all the answers you need. If they were child beauty pageant winners run, and run hard. If they were hideous little kids, you have a keeper.
So this whole situation got me thinking about other forms of false advertising. The greatest or most treacherous of which would have to be attractiveness. See for some reason we are hard wired to believe the more attractive someone is the more important or better they are. I did a poll using the 10 scale (1 being Sloth from "The Goonies" and 10 being the most attractive celebrity people could think of). The list of 10's consisted of:
Brad Pitt (of course)
Robert Downey jr.
Tyson Beckford
Halle Berry
Johnny Depp
Angelina Jolle
Jessica Rabbit
and Maksim Chmerkovskiy (whoever the hell that is)
I also asked the women to rate me. Some were reluctant (probably because they did not want to insult me), but I got a score between 5 and 8. So each of the aforementioned 10's have at least two points on me. Plus, I think some of the questionees were just being polite, so let's say I'm a 6 for the sake of argument. So each of them have 4 points on me in the looks department...in a life or death situation, they have a 40% higher chance of survival. Brad Pitt will get a cab before me. Robert Downey Jr. will get the last piece of cake instead of me. If Halle Berry were to rob me at gunpoint and throw the gun down just as the police arrived, I would be the one going to jail. being attractive in our society is a license to steal. But, the outer casing of skin has nothing to do with the personality of the person. I've known plenty of attractive bitches, and some really handsome assholes. I've also known some people who don't think they are attractive, but are amazing looking and humble as hell. They are typically the people who were not attractive kids, but grew into attractive adults, and I think that is the key. People who have gone their whole lives knowing they are attractive feel entitled and are more arrogant. so if you see an attractive person and you want to know what they are like on the inside without wanting to spend weeks or minutes finding out, just ask them to see a picture of them when they were a kid and you will have all the answers you need. If they were child beauty pageant winners run, and run hard. If they were hideous little kids, you have a keeper.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Avoid loosing everything in the event of a break in
So, last Friday I had a half day at work. I came home to find my back door kicked in. Some low life pieces of shit broke into my house and stole a bunch of my things. I had a gun safe that was not mounted to the concrete floor. That makes it more of a handy carrying case for all my valuables rather than a protective device, so shame on me for that. Now every time I think about it I get really angry. I'm not a bad person, nor am I wealthy, why was my house picked on? Why did I have to spend 13 hours repairing doors and then have to pay to put an alarm in. The answer is because there are bad guys out there. Real life bad guys that prey on others. We can't stop them from breaking into our homes when we are off trying to make an honest living. The fact that they don't have regular jobs actually makes their line of work easier because my entire street was empty when it happened.
This was all made a little more tolerable in a dream I had. Tyler Durden came to me, much like Elvis did in the movie "true Romance" every time Christian Slater took a piss. Except instead of appearing to me only when I had my dick in my hand it was much less gay because he just walked up to me and said. "When a bear lives in a cave and a fox comes in and steals his food, the bear cleans out the fox shit and goes on living in the cave as if nothing was taken". That gave me some peace of mind. I realize my house did not change because strangers were rummaging through my belongings, only the way I feel about it changed. That being said, if I ever catch you fuckers, I will put a hurting on you that you will not walk away from.
So here are some tips I learned from my break-in experience:
1. Do not fail to secure your gun safe to something permanent.
2. Store absolutely no valuable belongings in your top drawer or on the shelf of your closet. Apparently those are the first places they check.
3. Do not store valuables in your hamper....strangely that was gone through as well. How does my shitty underwear smell you bitches?
4. If you feel like you should change your door to a stronger one...do so. It will be cheaper in the long run.
5. Do not go into the house that has obviously been broken into with nothing but your pocket knife and your dick in your hand. You could be shot with your own gun....yeah, I messed this one up pretty good.
That is pretty much it. None of the above, nor dogs, alarms or booby traps will keep all thieves out, they are just deterrents. So the absolute best practice is just....Don't own anything nice.
"The things you own, end up owning you"- Tyler Durden
This was all made a little more tolerable in a dream I had. Tyler Durden came to me, much like Elvis did in the movie "true Romance" every time Christian Slater took a piss. Except instead of appearing to me only when I had my dick in my hand it was much less gay because he just walked up to me and said. "When a bear lives in a cave and a fox comes in and steals his food, the bear cleans out the fox shit and goes on living in the cave as if nothing was taken". That gave me some peace of mind. I realize my house did not change because strangers were rummaging through my belongings, only the way I feel about it changed. That being said, if I ever catch you fuckers, I will put a hurting on you that you will not walk away from.
So here are some tips I learned from my break-in experience:
1. Do not fail to secure your gun safe to something permanent.
2. Store absolutely no valuable belongings in your top drawer or on the shelf of your closet. Apparently those are the first places they check.
3. Do not store valuables in your hamper....strangely that was gone through as well. How does my shitty underwear smell you bitches?
4. If you feel like you should change your door to a stronger one...do so. It will be cheaper in the long run.
5. Do not go into the house that has obviously been broken into with nothing but your pocket knife and your dick in your hand. You could be shot with your own gun....yeah, I messed this one up pretty good.
That is pretty much it. None of the above, nor dogs, alarms or booby traps will keep all thieves out, they are just deterrents. So the absolute best practice is just....Don't own anything nice.
"The things you own, end up owning you"- Tyler Durden
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Texas Chainsaw Massacre as a metaphor for our political system
OK, bear with me here people because this is going to get a little abstract. Let's say Leatherface's chainsaw represents out political system. The teeth on the saw represent all the different governing houses etc.. and the motor is our president. Alright, I think any fool could see the similarities. Now this part may get a bit confusing, but what the government does is very similar to what Leatherface does, for example, when the government passes some silly bill that takes away our freedoms, that is very much like when Leatherface RAMS HIS CHAINSAW UP A VIRGIN'S ASS. See we are the virgin, and that is our ass getting fucking obliterated by the teeth of the government.
I think part of the problem is the method with which we select our political representatives, coupled with their own agendas and self interests. We are supposed to have people that look out for the little guy, that look after our interests, instead they wield the power like Leatherface wields his chainsaw, to line their own pockets and make decisions a child would know will not work or should not be attempted. It's just like the end of the movie where leatherface dances around with his saw. Yeah there is a lot of spinning and swinging, but nothing is really being accomplished. Fucking cannibals...
I think part of the problem is the method with which we select our political representatives, coupled with their own agendas and self interests. We are supposed to have people that look out for the little guy, that look after our interests, instead they wield the power like Leatherface wields his chainsaw, to line their own pockets and make decisions a child would know will not work or should not be attempted. It's just like the end of the movie where leatherface dances around with his saw. Yeah there is a lot of spinning and swinging, but nothing is really being accomplished. Fucking cannibals...
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