All posts by C.W. Smith

Driving and Imagining

So, I’m still doing the Uber/Lyft thing. And while I drive I get ideas that I need to write down. I’ve gotten myself a Surface for that, but I’m still working on story ideas and shorts. Hopefully I’ll be able to start scheduling posts of just plain story updates here at some point. 

One thing I’m also doing is working on posting vlogs to YouTube. I want to create as much as I can, but am running up against a problem. I’m getting home and just crashing out. I think I need to work out some, get the blood flowing and restarting my metabolism some. That might help me a bit. One story idea is set in dark times that require dark beginnings. Another is going to be interesting I HOPE but don’t know.

I’m going to go out and try and work while I drive, stopping at spots in between rides to write. It should make things interesting.

I’m working on plotting out additions to YouTube and posting those links here as well. I’ve got ideas for at least three theme specific channels. Including some technical behind the scenes stuff for Bookshelf.

If you have any opinions go ahead and drop them in the comments. 

Today’s ride.

So, today I went and did what I need to do in order to do pick ups at DFW Airport. They require registration if you want to pick up passengers for Uber or Lyft. Understandable really. Keep everything recorded and safe for everyone.

Liability and coverage on everyone’s sides.

I really think that this will help my daily take, and I have been doing well without so far. Covering expenses and bills is NOT bad work. This should help with an increase in income. I hope at least.

While riding today I am also thinking up ways to go and start streaming myself and other things. Need some hardware though.

Ideas and work.

Things go up things go down.

So, I did pretty much my personal goal for yesterday. Had to kick off early cause I promised mom I wouldn’t be out with the drunks for the Forth. She’s extremely “Cautious” (Read paranoid) about safety around here. Especially with the fire danger we’re in right now. 4th of July Fireworks worry her, and she’s concerned we might end up with a danger to the house.

But I went out and did what I usually do. I’ll need to do more tomorrow to catch up. Another thing about being self-employed, you have to make sure you earn enough to keep going day after day.

Frankly I don’t mind that part. I like the control I have over things in this, and I’m applying more strategy to things. Also, I’m in my head trying to invest more into my personal business while trying to get past my personal debts. I’m HOPING this will work out at the end of the day in a profitable (Read, able to pay rent at a nice apartment or buy a house) way.

Of course the question becomes, what other activities can I take part in that would be profitable. I can do more than just drive around, I’m not restricted to one income source. As long as I do my taxes right I’ll be doing pretty good. I’m hoping my blogging will become more interesting to you folks over time, to include my original works. I’ve also got to spend time spiffing up Fanbards.net and it’s associated groups for the update to Drupal 8.

I’ve got an idea, but I really need to work more on this… and I have SOME time.

On the Road and Self Employed.

So, recently I lost my job and started looking for new work. Frankly it hasn’t gone to well. So I started driving for Uber and Lyft. Frankly around here I may stick exclusively with Uber.

Thing is I like being my own boss. And right now I am breaking even. That’s not bad when you define that by getting the bills paid. Eventually I will work on strategies to improve my efficiency.

I also am moving forward on this being my job as well. I have ads on the page for now, and I am working on getting tools to help me write more. Writing on a phone is not something I can do easily. Short shots like this sure, but I want to create more and therefore need a mobile office.

Patreon links will become more important as well in order to create a way to have some kind of monthly subscription for people. Depending on the member tier.

I don’t produce physical items though so that could be tricky.

Lot to work on. But for now…

Time to Roll Out!

Meaning

I wonder what it’s like when people remember you. When you aren’t forgotten and nameless. Like this poor child in front of me. Gone before her time should have been up.

The coroner says she died from exposure. That no one cared enough to bring her in from the cold or feed her, not even the other transients out there. And unless someone comes forward she won’t even have a name. Just Jane Doe #3263827.

The only thing I take comfort in is that she probably went quietly. Went to sleep one night and woke up in a better place. Thankfully she doesn’t seem to have been sexually assaulted. Not that anyone in special vics would care about her.

I do what I can for her dignity. To try and ensure that maybe one day someone will give her the real name she deserves. I don’t hold out hope though.

She’s one of a countless pile of forgotten. I look at what to me is a damning sin against my existence. I should at least be able to ensure all these people have something to be remembered by. Even if it’s a true name and not some number for cross-referenceing.

Mayne one day.

Just a Little Bit Further

“All passengers for Transport ‘Odysseus‘ please depart through customs at Station Airlock 3. Any passengers requiring special atmospheric adjustments should declare such to customs officials.”

He was nothing much. Just your average human male, nothing fancy. His hair was slightly receding and had started showing grey at the temples. His cheeks sagged with the stress of a long life as little more than an office drone. If you asked him, he probably couldn’t tell you why he was here. 

He had no wife, no children. Any other family had long since died or forgotten about him. He was no one special. But he had been saving most of his pay for almost thirty years. And when you have nothing to spend it on, it builds up. So there was no issue with resources at the moment.

Thing was, he had just decided one day to quit his job. It hadn’t been any extreme explosion or mental break. He went in, and calmly gave his two weeks notice. Then spent the next few weeks putting his affairs into order. He paid off his lease, sold everything he owned that didn’t hold a sentimental value, and purchased a ticket from the Houston Astrodome to Aldrin Station.

After taking pictures of Earth through the Dome with his personal data terminal and enjoying some of the local cuisine, he purchased a ticket to Syria Planum on Mars. He took more pictures of the red sands, took a transport to Cydonia and gazed upon the pyramid mountains. 

And it continued, from the Titan Subglacial Ocean Colony to the Transfer Point off Io. Once he had reached Pluto he purchased transport to the first Terran Intersteller Colony, The Centari System. Alpha, Beta, and Proxima.

After taking his pictures and experiencing what could be found he would purchase a ticket and proceed further on. Just a little bit further away from Home. From Centauri to the systems beyond. Always just a little bit further. 

Which is how he had gotten here, to Antlantia Station. A place built by the United Nations meant as a meeting place for all the species Earth had made contact with so far. Diplomatic, Economic, and Cultural exchanges between hundreds of thousands of people from every world known.

Once he had cleared customs, he walked through the arrival area and took a tram to the central portion of the station. He took a moment to purchase a human safe treat from a vendor and enjoyed it as the tram took him to where everything public occurred. He watched street performers and artists selling their wares. He saw crystals glowing with an inner light from within them.

He took pictures, he ate a good meal, he listened to the philosophers standing in front of the multitude of temples dedicated to the Gods of a hundred worlds.

And after a few days he went to the out bound transport terminal, and purchased a ticket to another planet. One of the Non-Human worlds safe for Humans to visit.

Just a little bit further. 

A Normal Night

Ever since the internet became a thing, people have been trying to use it to make a quick buck. Some times it worked out. Some times it didn’t.

But the word was spoken, “Monitization.”

It started with just blogs. LIttle quick snippets of text talking about some part of a persons life or sharing a quick story. Then it evolved into video, images, social media, shopping, manual labor. Everything could be monitized.

Somethings didn’t need the internet for this, but it sure made it easier.

So here I am, sitting in my car trying to make a quick buck for something or another while this barely clothed, barely legal to get into a club girl and her new boyfriend are getting hot and heavy in my back seat. It’s not even going to be worth the amount of time it takes to drive them to their next hang out, let alone all the perfume and booze in the air.

But I need just a little bit extra to make it through the month, and they wanted to go dance and drink at another spot somewhere in the middle of downtown.

And after they get out another person is going to want a drive, and another, and another. I just hope no one is so drunk they puke in here.

Before the Storm – An Introduction

I don’t know if anyone will ever read this. I don’t know if anyone who does will care.

Have you ever wondered why things become cliché? How something gets so over used to the point it annoys and angers people?

I used the hate the idea. Loathed the cliché in the books I found as I went through High School.

The cliché about the girl who met a boy and her entire life changed in that moment. The cliché would have it end up with them together, and the girl finding some meaning just in a simple life of family and home.

I found the idea horrific.

When a similar situation happened to me I understood. Things become cliché not because people can’t be original, or push a traditional idea. They become cliché because we crave them.

I wish that had been the case for me.

Like the cliché, my life changed the day I met Aldebaran. Unlike the cliché, it wasn’t because of the teenaged girls search for self and romance.

There was a twenty plus year age difference, and he pulled me out of a wrecked passenger transport out of Palas Pacifica. That had been the day everything changed, and not in a good way.

Since that day I’ve seen sorrow. I’ve seen the cathedrals of Vatacana leveled and the pyramids of Sahadra crumble. I’ve seen hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children crushed together trying to escape an invading horror.

I’ve seen the fall of Darkness, capital “D”, over my world.

I’ve seen the only hope for our future, if we have one, in the remaining forces of my people, and the remnants of a long dead civilization.

My only constant companion has been Aldebaran, and while our relationship is not the romance of tawdry novels, it has been the only thing that has kept me from falling into despair.
Cliché exists because at the end of the day, we all want it to be true.

I wish I had been so lucky.

This is my story. And if it falls into cliché and repetitive ideas, I can only assume it is some function of history repeating itself.

If you are reading this, then that means we won. It means there is a future for our world after this butchery.

And if no one reads this, it doesn’t matter anyways.

Katarina Bridger

Webserver Mining

So, there are some folk who apparently use their websites to mine crypto. Instead of showing you ads, they eat up a bit of your computers processing power for their own mining operations. Now, this to me seems fishing and ethically and morally ambiguous unless there is some kind of notification. 

Ads you can see. Unless I tell you I’m mining on your computer, you only notice a bit of a slow down. 

While I wouldn’t mind a way to potentially monetize this site more, I can’t say I approve of stealing time from my readers like that. 

So, while I am not against such an idea, I will say that I won’t do so on here unless I mention it. I can’t just do something like that and then not tell you about potential issues.

I AM using my webserver to try and mine Monero, but with a small script that doesn’t eat up a lot of power. This way even if there is no viewers I get a bit of something. and I keep the CPU load down. That way it doesn’t cause any issues for the viewers here or on Fanbards.net.