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Blogathon 2008.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 0 comments link this postThe official Blogathon site announced it was taking another one-year break. They did this a few years back, too. Normally, the Blogathon would be looming on the calendar. There is no way I'd be able to do it this year, with what I'm doing in Bismarck.
However, I still think I'd like to do something. I see that some bloggers are kind of doing an "informal" blog-for-charity event on their own. One thing that always disappointed me about the requirements for choosing a charity to blog for during the Blogathon is that I couldn't blog for the organization I'm part of that goes to Nicaragua, the Nicaragua Resource Network - North Dakota. The reason for this was because we aren't set up for online donations yet, and the Blogathon rules required that to be an officially recognized Blogathon participant.
So I'm thinking that maybe, later this fall or early winter, I'll do a blog-for-charity event here at Lone Prairie on my own for NRN-ND to raise money to take to Nicaragua during the February trip. I'd probably keep the same rules: blog for 24 hours, every 30 minutes, no pre- or timed-posting allowed.
I don't know if I'd do another Bob story or not. I've done three of those (Of Rats and Men (2005), a western (2006), and a SciFi space story (2007)). My first year of participating (2003) was easier -- I did a little drawing every 30 minutes.
I don't know. We'll see. Maybe I'll work with some cartoons instead of Bob. I just wanted to make note of the Blogathon fact because right around now I sometimes start getting emails from readers wondering if I'm going to do it this year, and so now you know.
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Captain Kirk would be highly distressed,
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 3 comments link this postThe cat is going down.
He has discovered where I store my Bob-related props and sets, and has destroyed the space ship Captain's chair from the 2007 blogathon "Final Frontier Final" story.
The cat likes chewy, foamy things.
My mother's Dr. Scholl's shoe inserts have seen better days. We have a collection of pens with the grippers ripped to pieces. He eats my Old Navy flip flops with great regularity.
The foamy things do not keep him in "great regularity" however.
And now my Styrofoam-and-tape Captain's chair has teeth marks all over it. Captain Bob has nowhere to sit, should he decide to navigate the stars again.
I may have to end the cat.
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Blogathon 2007: Thank Yous.
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Many thanks to the following people:
1. My sponsors, for helping to make the event worth staying up 24 hours. So far, there's a total of $350 in pledges! Amazing!
2. Thanks to those of you who encouraged me via email and comments. This year was a tough one for me to finish, and if you took the time to leave a comment and send an email...thank you thank you. It helped. It really did. It kept me from getting discouraged and frazzled.
3. Travis, for lending me all of his Star Wars figurines, and to Jacob, for delivering them to me. This would have been a very different story without them.
4. Bob, a crazy doll given to me by my grandmother who, weirdly, continues to inspire me to write melodramatic schmaltz.
5. Michael Rohrer, who called me just a few hours into the Blogathon, wanting me to help him find a sermon illustration on the internet, reminding me that since I posted earlier about people being too busy, I had to help him or be a hypocrite. He really helped me use my time wisely, right from the start. /sarcasm
6. To any reader who stuck with me for any length of time. For example, Will and Deniro, two readers who stayed up to either an ungodly hour or stayed up ALL NIGHT and not only left comments, but peppered me with emails ("What do you need?" and "What can I do to help?") that helped keep me awake and focused. And who supplied me with material (questions to answer, information on Orion, etc.). Many, many, many thanks.
7. To Eric, who made another great 'Thoner 2007 button to put on my blog today, which I will, as soon as I get back from church and finish sleeping for 36 hours (or maybe 37).
UPDATE: Will has gone and written a serious review of this story, and I admit, it's kind of cool that he did. Check it out. I feel very literary now.
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Blogathon 2007: Reader Q & A.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 3 comments link this postThe following are some questions submitted to me (via email) by a couple of readers. I love that someone had questions about where the story was going because it made me think that some were really into it, even if the story was a bit weak. But also, it reminded me that it was not only they who had no idea where it is going, but neither did I. I truly do not plan the story ahead, but write it as I go, letting the props that I have and the arrangements that I come up with for each shot lend direction to the story.
Feel free to ask your own questions in the comments section, as well as contribute additional discussion on the answers.
Questions I received "mid-stream":
1) Does Rogers ascend to captain, past his test, and be the hero in the end?
2) Does he have a love interest?
3) Does the stargate get repaired?
4) Is there a battle with the Star Queen?
5) What is the signficance of the three stars?
Q. It's obvious that you have incorporated as many references to contemporary science fiction and fantasy movies in your story as is humanly possible, including Star Trek, Star Wars, Galaxy Quest, The Dark Crystal, 2001, Serenity/Firefly, Stargate, The Snow Queen . . . Have I missed any? What led you to use this as a plot device? And knowing your love of zombies, werewolves, vampires and other monsters, why haven't we seen them in your story up to this point?
A. To start with the second question first, I view werewolves, vampires, et. al. as a kind of sub-genre of science fiction, a horror/myth kind of thing. I was going more for an Asimov/Arthur C. Clark/Flash Gordon version of science fiction for this installment. Regarding the references...I'd say you have most of them. I threw in a little Soylent Green, some Tom Swift (a kind of Hardy Boys version of science fiction that I enjoyed as a kid), Alien, a little Dune towards the end (I'd hoped to get more Dune in, but everything got away from me) -- I think that's about it. I used that as a device since last year I did the Western genre device and wanted to do something similar but in a different genre.
Q. How many different sets did you have to build for this year's story, and do you have a favorite one from an artistic standpoint? And personally I'd like to know where you got that cool spaceship in post 19?
A. I only built one complete set, the inside of the space ship. The rest of the sets are what I called "assembled" sets, which is me using separate items to complete a look (i.e. backdrops, rocks, plants, etc.) As to the spaceship...check out the videos. I talk about that briefly.
Q. If Doogle is so evil, why does the captain even deign to deal directly with this malevolent force? Are you saying that it is sometimes necessary for us to "touch evil" in order for us to overcome it?
A. By now, after finishing out the story, I think you have an idea of what Doogle was meant to represent. I don't think it is a question of us finding it necessary to touch evil to overcome it, but rather a statement that we seem to gravitate towards touching it, regardless of the necessity. The idea being that we can use it "for good" and that it won't get the best of us.
Q. In chapter 23 you write, "And now, here they all were, on Planet Doom, the dark half, parched, and in the presence of something evil.Something dark. Something illogical. I find it interesting that you use the word "illogical" to describe evil. What's behind this word choice?
A. My immediate answer won't impress you much: I wanted a Spock tie-in. The concept of evil is like the concept of space and time to me, a thing that bends and confuses my mind. In moments, evil either makes complete sense, or no sense at all. Since I come at things with a Christian view of things, the presence and seeming power and success of evil is a difficult thing to grasp. It is, in that view, illogical. Yet, I would hate to use the word "logic" in reference to something such as evil (and its implied opposite, pure good).
Q. Are you aware if there are folks out there who have posted spoilers about this work for others to read before it has been fully published on the web, and what would you say to such would-be spoil-sports?
A. I'm not aware of any, and if there are people out there creating fan fiction from this...I feel very sorry for them. Because that's just sad.
Q. I think many of your readers would like you to complete the various "triads" (if that is the word) that you refer to in your posts. Such as "Christianity was one of the three religions still followed from ancient earth." What are the other two? Or "Humans were one of the three species to survive ancient earth." What are the others. Will you fill us in on these and the other "threes" you have written about?
A. I bet many of my readers would like me to complete those triads. But...I think I won't. Where's the fun in that? There are a lot of things that I like to be left up to the reader. It's either because I'm cruel, or I'm lazy. Or both.
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Blogathon 2007: Setting up a scene.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 2 comments link this postThis video shows me setting up a scene in the starship. It's a fairly badly shot video, but getting the dolls to stand up on their own is bad enough, let alone doing it with one hand occupied with controlling the video camera. But I think you get a taste for how each scene is set up.
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Blogathon 2007: Backstage tour.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 1 comments link this postHave a look behind the scenes and see how I assembled and put together the story of Bob Rogers and the Final Frontier Final.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 43.
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Closing his eyes, yielding the sword of light for the first time, Rogers swung with all his might. He heard, rather than saw, Ripley gasp, the sound of clattering stones against rock following the gasp.
Opening his eyes revealed Ripley, mortally wounded, lying on the ground.
Rogers looked at the sword, and then at Ripley. "Light defeats dark," he said. "Always."
Ripley said nothing, gasping out the last breaths, saying goodbye to his 1000 years as Doogle, as the Great Knower, the one with all the answers.
He was gone.
The Three Brothers weren't.
Rogers slid the cylinder back into his bandoleer, and turned to the newest brother.
"We've not been properly introduced. I'm Bob Rogers, and this is my brother, Bob Rogers. And you are...?"
"I'm Bob Rogers."
The three smiled. Same name. Together at last.
"I've got a partially functioning ship and a great crew that has probably made their way back to it by now. Interested?"
"Definitely."
"What about the gate," the temporarily blind brother said, startling his two more talkative brothers. "It's connected to us somehow. Don't you want to find out?"
Neither answered. Someday they would. But that wasn't today.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 42.
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Running with a temporarily blind man in between the two brothers slowed them down, and it wasn't long before Ripley had them cornered at the star gate.
Three stars.
Three brothers.
Three kings.
"I think it's perfect that I'm killing you in front of your very own gate," Ripley said. His weapon was fully powered up, his finger moments from firing.
The three were cornered, and without a weapon.
Then Rogers heard the voice of Swift, coming from high up on the rocks. "Use the light!" he called out. "Use the light!"
It couldn't be called a prophecy for nothing, could it? Rogers wondered, throwing his hand into his bandoleer and pulling out the small cylinder. The three of us, by our own gate. It couldn't be for nothing, surely.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 41.
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All of the other prisoners rushed from the room, but the Three Brothers stayed. Bob was still lying on the ground, his current state of blindness leaving him helpless.
Ripley moved towards him.
"You may have set them free, but you can't save them," he said. He moved his hand as if to shoot, but the small creature lept in front of his line of fire.
"I know who you are," it said, small but fearless. "You may look different every time we meet, you may have many different names, but you are Doogle."
Rogers dropped his head in shame. He'd hoped no one would find out about the deal he'd made with Doogle.
Ripley laughed wickedly. "Yes, but I was invited to this party. Why don't you ask Captain Rogers over there about it."
The creature never removed his gaze from Ripley. "I already know."
"And you still let me go free?" Rogers asked.
The creature still stared at Ripley. "I am here to set the captives free."
"Enough talk. Move or die. I am going to kill one of these three and you're not going to stop me."
The creature did not flinch.
"Have it your way," Ripley said, firing his weapon at the creature. It dropped to the floor, seemingly dead. Rogers grabbed his brother's hand, motioning to the third to follow him, taking advantage of Ripley's distraction long enough to try to escape.
Hearing footsteps, Rogers looked back and saw Ripley in close pursuit. The creature, however, was nowhere to be seen. Not even on the floor where he had fallen moments ago.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 40.
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A small, strange-looking creature materialized out of nowhere.
Ripley left the dead Star Queen and slowly raised his weapon against this new, yet seemingly harmless, threat. "And who might you be?" he asked.
"I am here to set the captives free," he said, moving stiffly across the floor towards Rogers.
"Is that so? Says who?"
"I am."
The creature, with a sudden wave of his shepherd's crook, caused the bindings and shackles to fall away, each prisoner suddenly free.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 39.
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While pondering the horror of the secret to the planet's energy, and finally understanding the magnitude of what the Admiral had willingly involved himself in, one of the Star Queen's guards walked in holding another poor soul.
Except this wasn't just any poor soul. This was clearly a brother.
Rogers whispered to his other brother Bob, but between the eye injury and being upside down for so long, his brother had passed into a happy, headache-y sleep.
But Pris saw. And the Star Queen saw, too.
There were three of them. Identical.
Her voice, hysterical, carried across the cavern room. "There are three of them! Do you see that? Three of them!" Her power seemed to evaporate instantly.
Ripley nodded slowly.
The Star Queen continued, her voice rising in pitch and fervor. "It's like the prophecy, the prophecy of Orion's belt, the Three Kings, the Magi, the Wise Ones."
Ripley had, by that time, removed a concealed weapon from his cloak. "Oh, I know, I know. There are three of them. I've always known."
She backed away from him, aware for the first time that Ripley was the friend of no one, her hand in front of her face. "No!" she cried, but was unable to say anymore. Ripley's final expression of solidarity with the Star Queen was one of taking her life.
Rogers listened in disbelief, in shock at the revelation of the Three Brothers, in shock at looking into a second set of his own eyes.
A low, aging voice spoke across the cavern. "I brought them here."
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 38.
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When Rogers had agreed with Swift to let him and his crew be captured, he'd had no idea the extent of that definition.
The Star Queen was brutal, and had a little torture chamber filled with all sorts of devices as well as living beings.
U'Hurra was locked into some kind of cylinder, her air slowly pumped out so that she remained in a perpetual state of almost-asphyxiation.
Rogers, his brother, and Pris were hung upside down on a devilish looking device. He had no idea where Zoe had been taken.
And the Star Queen seemed to be in cahoots with Ripley.
"First we take away your will to live," the Star Queen said, "and then we feed you spice so that your eyes, your blood -- everything -- turns blue."
"And then you feed the crystals," Ripley said, an odd tone in his voice.
"Yes," she answered.
Rogers' head filled with blood and anger. So that was the secret. It was people. The crystals were made out of people. They were making energy out of people.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 37.
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A roar and the sound of a once-sleek engine whined overhead, coming to a stop right above Rogers' starship.
It was an older ship, an Eagle 8675309, but in good shape.
It also, very likely, held more of the seemingly unending supply of Star Queen guards.
"Let's look alive, people. We're about to be boarded and captured." Rogers thought for a minute, one small detail popping into his head. "Hal, I want you to turn your signal down so it won't be detected by sensors, and then I want you to hide yourself in one of the mainframe lockers."
Hal nodded. "Understood."
At least someone would be left on the ship, Rogers thought, just in case things went far, far south.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 36.
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The cabin was a mess, but the crew didn't look to be in that great of shape, either.
Rogers looked around groggily, trying to focus beyond the general mayhem and act like a captain.
"Is everyone OK?" he called out, the emergency lights flickering on.
Next to his brother Bob lay the same wire, evidently prone to coming loose, that had electrocuted the ensign.
"Bob, don't move," Rogers said. Bob groaned, but nodded slightly. Rogers was relieved to see that he was coherent, at least, and not badly hurt.
Zoe called -- though quite faint, for Zoe -- that she wasn't hurt badly. U'Hurra and Pris indicated that they were functional, too.
Hal was still attached to his computer center panel, already beginning repairs in his area. His Microsoft chip was miraculously functioning still. Microsoft was one of three corporations that still existed from ancient Earth. It made computer chips as well as sandals.
Rogers shook his head to clear it, knowing that a landing like that would be attracting attention and soon. It looked as if the "get captured" plan had been bumped up on the timeline, thanks to Ripley's treachery.
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Blogathon 2007: Commercial Break.
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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 35.
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Hal managed to reverse the air system to suck the toxic fumes from the main cabin, but by that time, the starship had drifted too close to Planet Doom's gravitational pull.
"Brace yourself, people!" Rogers hollered out, still woozy from the effects of the gas. "Man your stations and prepare for a crash landing!"
The starship glistened as it streaked through the atmosphere, white hot with bits of red.
U'Hurra frantically grabbed at the safety harness while Zoe and Pris struggled to get their own on in time. A loud whining sound filled the main cabin and Planet Doom loomed large on the plasma screen.
Here it comes, Rogers though, the earth and rock rushing up to meet them.
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Blogathon 2007:Chapter 34.
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The entire crew was focused on the coming battle, and did not notice a faint cloud of gas that began slowly filling the starship cabin.
It was oddly Hal that noticed it first. Though he could not smell, his sensors picked up the toxic fumes.
"Captain, a toxic gaseous substance is now filling the cabin," he said calmly, remaining at his computer station.
Rogers whirled around, but he already knew the snake in the grass had struck. Ripley, the only person in the main cabin wearing anything that would protect him from gas, stared back.
"Yes, Captain, it was I," Ripley said. "I passed the gas." Dashing for the cargo bay, Ripley made his intent -- escaping the ship for Planet Doom -- known.
Feeling woozy, Captain buzzed the engine room. "We need more power to the filtration system, and we need it now!" He ran over to the cargo bay door, unable to force them open. Ripley had jammed them somehow. "Open the cargo bay door, Hal!"
"I am unable to comply, Captain. Ripley has physically severed the wires and it will take at least an hour to repair."
Rogers, barely able to stand straight and finding breathing difficult, continued to try to pry apart the doors. "Pris!"
"Hit the red button on the captain's chair!"
She dashed to the chair, her legs barely under control. "Which one?"
"What do you mean which one? The red one!"
"But there are four red buttons!"
Rogers was nearly gone. The gas was stronger near the cargo bay doors. Four red buttons? How had he not noticed this before? That wasn't in the plans. "Is there another color button?!"
"Yes, green!"
The fumes were making it more difficult to breathe.
"Hit the green button then!"
"Which one?"
"You're kidding!"
"There are four of them!"
"Just pick one!"
He heard a large missile fire, and Pris holler out an apology, but he was almost completely unconscious. In fact, the only one thinking correctly was Hal.
"Hal...the...air...release the...gas..."
"Certainly Captain."
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Blogathon 2007:Chapter 33.
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Rogers felt as if he were repeating time, caught in some kind of loop. On the plasma screen was Planet Doom, once again, his starship coming in at the same coordinates before he'd gotten himself into all of this mess.
"Bring it down to half speed," he called out. "Ready the weapons. We'll fire two shells at the surface, near the crystal caverns, but I don't want to damage them directly. Not yet."
The ship slowed, and Zoe began preparing the missile sequence.
Ripley stood silently, towards the back of the cabin, watching. Rogers didn't like knowing he had his back to him, but could do little else at the moment. Swift had insisted that they incorporate a partial crystal strand into their power system, and it did not go unnoticed by Rogers that Ripley was insistent on standing right next to it.
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Blogathon 2007:Chapter 32.
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After the wounded had been cared for and the fortress under basic repair, Swift pulled Rogers aside.
"The Star Queen is never this brazen. She's either desperate or confident she can win despite these kinds of repeated loses. You need to take your crew and get back on your ship."
Rogers nodded. They'd discussed the plan earlier.
The Star Queen would know something was being planned if Rogers and his crew were to willingly go back to her, so the plan was to feign a fight, surrender, and be captured willingly.
This way, perhaps, they could ascertain her strength during the fight and give her no indication that they were intending to destroy her from the inside.
Swift handed Rogers a metal cylinder; he could hold it easily in his hand. Looking quizzically at Swift, he asked what it was for.
"That is a light sword. Simply press the button near the bottom and you will have a weapon that we rely upon when things are at their darkest. There is no better weapon than a sword of pure light."
Rogers hid the cylinder in his bandoleer, and then he and his crew, including Ripley, boarded his starship. They took off and settled into a course that would allow them to approach the planet as if they had come from far off and not from the other side.
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Blogathon 2007:Chapter 31.
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Rogers had been right.
By the time he found a way across the narrow rock paths and barriers, avoiding the dangerous chasms, the fight was finished.
Swift's warriors had successfully defeated the enemy, at least this time. Leiutenant Krun'Chee, a hairy beast with little conversational ability other than yelling and roaring, waved his weapon triumphantly atop the scene.
Strewn about were guards and a few of Swift's own warriors, wounded.
At least, Rogers thought, he could help with the wounded. He knew how to bandage heads. If there were any eye injuries, he was the man to have on hand.
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