As Seen on TV

Some of you might be arriving here after reading about this page during my national television marketing campaign.

The first thing you should check out is the contest I’m running where you can win an e-reader by coming up with a name for my latest book:

Win an E-reader Contest

You can also go check out my stories or just dive into my latest novel (which, as I’ve mentioned above, needs a name):


My latest book

Or just poke around using the tools that are all over the place.

And let me be the first to welcome you to the internet from the land of television.

I can’t believe that worked.

Kindle Giveaway: Week 5

Is it week five already?  Man this thing is moving along.

The big news over on the contest page for this week is that we now have over a hundred entries in the comments section.

Very exciting.

Of course there are some people submitting via e-mail too so the actual number of entrants is higher than that but it’s nice to see the comment tally move into triple digits.

Spread the word, everyone.  Spread the word.

This is why Kyo doesn’t commute

I love Japan.

My favorite part is the guys in the red cap-ish outfits who you think are going to perhaps add some order to this scene.

They don’t.

LocoRoco2 on your browser

Apparently this game exists for the PSP called LocoRoco.  And apparently it’s wildly popular, often being referred to as the flagship game of the system.  And apparently they’re making a sequel for it.  And a quick sample of that sequel is available for play online as a browser game.

It’s here.

Go play it.  More importantly, go play it with your sound on.

The game revolves around a bunch of blobs that need to…do something.  I’m not real clear on what.  But all you control is the landscape, and all you can really do is tilt it left so the blob on screen rolls left, or right so your blob friend rolls right.  And you can make your blob jump.

You don’t control the blob itself.  That’s very important.  The reason you don’t control the blobs in this world is because the blobs don’t really know how to do much of anything besides sing.  Which is why having your sound on is so important.

At first you’ll find your toes tapping to the peppy, very adorable song playing in the background.  Great.  Those are your blob friends singing.  Then you’ll progress a bit and get your first flower to grow, sparking a cascade of children’s laughter.  And then…and this is so ingenious it startled me…and then suddenly the song starts to change and the blobs start harmonizing in more complex ways.  And then you get more flowers.  And then your toes are tapping and your dancing in your chair and feverishly struggling to get more flowers so you can hear what comes next in the song.

I might have to buy this game.  Adorable blobs singing is so right up my alley.

AC/DC Playing at the Garden Tonight

AC/DC is playing tonight in the Garden…and I’m going.

My stomach is churning and my hands are a little shaky.

I’ve never been this excited for a concert.  I’m not a huge concert person, normally, but I’ve seen my fair share of big shows.  Yet this is somehow fundamentally different.

AC/DC, I’m coming to realize as the concert approaches, transcends all normal laws of music.  Technically they’re heavy metal.  But ask any ten people who like AC/DC if they’re fans of heavy metal music and you’ll get a non-committal shrug.  Because while AC/DC’s albums get stacked in the heavy metal section, they don’t actually play heavy metal.  They’re a rare band that is capable of breaching all genres.  Because they don’t have a genre.  They just rock.

Their music will flood a dance floor at a crowded bar full of twenty-somethings as well as at a wedding full of fifty-somethings.  You can put on “You Shook Me” in a car with three generations of my family in it and every head will start bopping along.  They fit in at Bar Mitzvah’s and biker bars.  They happily play in commercials for vacuum cleaners and video games.  Their songs prop up movie trailers for action movies and spoofs of action movies.  They let their music show up everywhere without ever having to worry about losing their artistic credibility simply because they never had any artistic credibility to begin with.  They’re AC/DC.  They just rock.

That’s part of the excitement for tonight: universal draw.  A real pulling together of people.  An actual melting pot at the Garden with no judgments.  I plan on screaming along with drug addicts and bankers and not giving a shit.

But part of the excitement is also due to my notion that tonight will be nothing but a constant onslaught against my senses that will never let up in a way no other concert I’ve been to has ever been.  AC/DC doesn’t slow things down with a ballad.  They don’t pause to give speeches about world crises.  And, yes, they will play a few songs from their new album that I won’t know.  But who cares?  You don’t need to actually know their songs to know their songs.  It’s not like I’ll know their new songs any less than I know the middle stuff on their old albums.  You think I actually know the words to “Have a Drink on Me” or “Who Made Who?”  Hell no.  You never actually sing along, you just belt out something in a falsetto scream that sounds like Elmo powering through some roid rage and then be sure and hit the chorus right.  When I was four years old my brother played “Dirty Deeds” for me and I was running around the house singing along to a song I thought was called “Thunder Chief” in minutes flat.  And it was all good.  Because it’s AC/DC.  Any new songs they play I’m sure I’ll catch on to quickly enough by the third verse.

Which leaves me with only worries for tonight.  Worries that are wonderfully unique.  Worries like, “How am I ever going to pick a good time to go to the bathroom?”  Or, “They’re still allowed to fire off real cannons during a concert, right?”  And, “If someone head butts me, do I high-five them back or return their head-butt greeting in kind?”

But the worries are fading as now it’s getting time to leave.  My concert t-shirt is on.  My whole body is wired.  A smile is permanently spread across my face.

AC/DC is playing at the Garden tonight.  And I am very much prepared to rock.

Week 4: Mo’ Money

First things first.  The contest is going so well and is so far under budget that I’ve added a new prize.  Second place will now receive a $100 Amazon Gift Card.  Third and fourth place will get signed copies of the books that I’m flailing about putting together.

So there’s that.

Also the books and stories are starting to appear all over the place.  You can get them on the Kindle.  I’ve mentioned that.  But if you have an iPhone and the eReader App, you can find a growing number of Joseph Devon things at the Manybooks site.  Read Matthew and Epp on your phone.  Quite cool.

Otherwise, things are rolling along nicely.

Go tell some friends.

I need to stop walking around with my eyes open

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the father of the calculus.  Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz.  A man who drove Newton a little mad becuase the two managed to make very similar mathmatical discoveries within a very close timeframe causing Newton to believe that Liebniz had ripped him off.

Fashion is a funny thing.  Is there anyone out there who looks at this photo and thinks “mathmatical genius?”  Or do you all look at this photo and think “bemused man wearing a gigantic hairy butt on his head,” like I do?

It has to be a wig.  Right?  There’s no way this guy could have grown, managed, styled and maintained THAT on top of his head and still have time left over in his day to simple addition not to mention discovering calculus.

You have to wonder which one sang the high parts.

This is the cover art that shows up whenever The Token’s “The Lion Sleeps Tonight” starts playing on my i-Tunes.  Yes.  I own “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.”

Sweet mother of merciful crap.  Why don’t bands all wear the same sweater and haircut anymore?

This was when men were men.

I wonder if someone looking at NSYNC’s album covers in forty years will have a similar reaction.  I’m pretty sure they will.

Remembering Michael Chrichton 1942-2008

You’re in a theme park.  Only this is the theme park of the future where dinosaurs, actual dinosaurs, have been brought back to life through the magic of some really smart sounding science.

And, yes, there’s a giant thunderstorm and yes, things seem to be going wrong all over the park, and yes, your electric tram is currently stopped for lack of power right outside the t-rex’s paddock, but you’re fine.  Everyone is telling you you’re fine.  Because they weren’t being idiots when they built this theme park, lord no, and the massive cable fences that stretch out in front of you and head in either direction as far as the eye can see are electrified.  So you’re safe.

And then there’s a flash of lighting and everyone screams because the t-rex is standing right there, right there in front of you on the other side of the sturdy electric gate.  And his feet are standing atop some bushes and his giant scaly square head is swiveling left to right and his three fingered claw is resting on the top cable.  It’s resting on the cable.  And then it hits you that something is very wrong with this picture.

I must have been, what, twelve or thirteen when my parents gave me Jurassic Park to read.  It had an impact on me that I can’t even measure and sparked a frenzy in me that has rarely been matched.  I would tell anyone who would listen to me about this great book I had read and how they just had to make it into a movie.   And I remember a lot of people looking at me funny, because I’m twelve and I sound like a nerd telling them about this DNA cloning park and monsters eating people and isn’t that cute that the boy seems so into his little lizard book?

Michael Chrichton was one of my favorite storytellers growing up and his snappy pacing combined with slap you across the face visuals was a huge influence.

He’ll be missed.

The Contest: Week 4

Week four is over and I’ve been absent from this site for awhile.  Things have been busy at Casa de Devon as I’ve finally started to put the books together and format them before sending them off to the publisher.

This has entailed a lot of me realizing that I don’t know how to go about putting a book together and formatting it before sending if off to the publisher.  Not to mention covers.  Anyone have any idea how to design a cover?

Oh well, I’ve got over a month to work on that.

Over on the contest site things are moving along and we’ve topped a hundred entries total including the stuff on the site and the stuff e-mailed to me.  Which is, of course, very exciting.

Looking forward to more.