Brain to Books Cyber Convention Author Interview – Ed Ireland


Car here. This is a series of interviews I’m doing for my author, Rebekah Webb, for the participants of the 2016 Brain to Books Cyber Convention. (https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/154267-brain-to-books-cyber-convention-2016) Since I only interview inanimate objects, I have used the power of booze and lack of sleep to transform my interviewees into assorted objects of their choice.

 

Today I am going to interview a silver and blue amulet named Ed Ireland. When he isn’t dangling around someone’s neck, glinting in the sun, or being used to hypnotize people in old movies from the thirties, he’s the author of Fire at Dawn.

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Book: Fire at Dawn https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20637250-fire-at-dawn

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Summary: It was an age of men and magic. Some men were good while some were not. The magic followed suit. An evil magic threatened to bring war and destruction to a time of peace. Good magic created the beings that had the only chance to repel that evil.

The Free People lived through a lifetime of chaos and emerged victorious. Their desire to be left alone was singular, their passion for peace unanimous. Their savagery to obtain what they wanted was legendary. If the lands and people are to survive, they would have to become the immovable object that stood before unstoppable force.

The marching armies of the clanspeople will have to overcome an assault by the vampire Queen and her minions in the forest of Wraithwood, traitors within both clan and family, a treacherous attack from a flanking army and the bigotry of the humans they rush to protect. While all this preys on the minds of Hellion and Fire, the love between their daughter and the human Prince of Dagor threatens to turn their world on end.

This story of gripping adventure, filled with paralleling tales of love and hatred, truth and lies, honor and disgrace cumulates in a final clash between Hellion and the evil Sage of Dagorath, an age-old tale of good vs. evil. But is either completely defined? Is the evil fueled by misunderstanding? What constitutes good? Judge for yourself, is Fire At Dawn a love story surrounded by acts of war or is it a war story surrounded by acts of love? In the end, Fire At Dawn is the story you want it to be.

 

Bio: Ed Ireland was born in Philadelphia on September 29, 1954. In January of 1955, the hospital he was born in was torn down. Presumably, they didn’t want anything like that happening again. His adolescence was shaped in Catholic school where the proper use of the common language was the only thing that mattered to the short but strong nuns.

In 1972 he joined the military where his wanderlust surfaced. He has since called many places home such as Texas, California, Nevada, Colorado, Pennsylvania New Jersey, New York and North Carolina while on his way to his current home in Miami, Florida. He claims his penchant for wandering is now at an end here in the shadows of Hemingway.

Along this great and wondrous trip, he has collected memories of some of the most beautiful scenery this country has to offer. He has also met a veritable kaleidoscope of colorful characters that make up the tapestry of his work. Along with his scenic visions, each character in his works carries some part of people he has known in his life, both good and bad.

On the personal side of his life, he is the proud father of two, a rabid Philadelphia Eagles fan, a self-confessed video game addict and a proud supporter of wildlife issues. His particular issue is support for the wolf programs across the country. He encourages support for these magnificent animals and donates a portion of each sale to Runningwiththewolves.org.

 

 

What made you start writing? As an amulet, I bet your writing was influenced by hanging, usually literally, around various people who enjoy nice jewelry.

I felt as if something was not quite right, like some part of my life was left dangling somewhere. I was a piece in a fantasy game and I had to provide stories from time to time. A few people read my work and said I should stick my neck out and roll out a book. I started writing Fire At Dawn and it was just horrible. But, the story was in my chain links by now and I had to get it out. I spent the next 20 years writing and re-writing that story over and over.

 

How does an amulet write? Do you press yourself into ink and then press on a sheet of paper like a stamp? Swing your chain onto a keyboard? Or is there another way to be able to put words to paper/screen?

Well, I shouldn’t be saying this, but being a very ancient piece of merchandise, I picked up a few tricks for getting what I want. I live with this guy who likes to stop every so often and admire me. When he does, I set the blue stone at my center spinning. Being the dullard that he is, maybe 4 seconds later, he does whatever I ask. I just wish he could type faster.

 

Do you hang out with other pieces of jewelry and if so, what are they like?

My days of drooping down into a half-finished mug of hops are long gone. The problem was I didn’t know when to stop. Other medallions and amulets were quite content with the odd dunking here and there but not me…oh no, not me. I would droop and roll into every mug and puddle on the bar. Then one morning I woke up and found my chain entwined around a very large…large…ring. I was mortified! I felt like I needed to jump into a jewelry cleaner bottle. Since then, no more carousing for me.

 

Tell us about your inspiration for Fire at Dawn. Did it involve staring into the sun until the afterimages turned into an interesting story? That’s how I come up with interview questions.

One day I found myself tossed onto a pile of pictures. As the wind graciously moved them for me I saw one in particular. It was called “Spirit Hunter” by an artist named Christy Grandjean. It turns out that Ms. Grandjean was a very popular illustrator but she went by the name Goldenwolf. One glance at this art suddenly sprang a story to mind. That story grew and grew as I thought about it and there was a book. But the story didn’t stop there, it kept going. All of a sudden there was another book and the story still wasn’t done. It took 3 books to get the whole story out. I don’t look at art anymore.

 

What made you choose to write a fantasy novel? I always imagined amulets writing articles about the proper care of metal jewelry.  

Oh the choice was easy. Being from a very ancient time, the world I was forged in didn’t have explanations for things like we do now. Like what made the sun only rise during the day and why there was so much air. So they invented elaborate stories to explain stuff.  This way, even the dumbest among them would know. At least that’s what the aliens that were running the world back then said.

 

Is it true that amulets find themselves getting worn by the struggles of life, so they spend a lot of time hanging out?

Do you have any idea what it’s like to be hung every single day? It’s no picnic, let me tell you. I once belonged to a very large-bosomed lady who adored me. Great life right? Wrong! She had these great bazoombahs, but she also had these twin snot factories that hung from them like piñatas. These 2 rugrats tugged, twisted and yanked on me all day. And let’s not even talk about what happened when they got sick. Can you blame me for wanting to hang out elsewhere???

 

Is there a special amulet in your life? Or are you currently unattached?

Oh I have the cutest lil’ gold medallion that I like to snuggle up to. She’s always happy when I’m in the old jewelry box if you know what I mean. She’s got the prettiest heads and the sassiest tails. Both sides just knock my socks off…ummm…if I had a sock that is.

 

What else have your wrote and have you ever been stuck in a museum as an example of ancient adornments?

Besides the trilogy that begins with Fire At Dawn, I got simpleton to churn out 6 other books. He thinks he came up with these great ideas so I let him bask in the glow for now. And funny you should mention a museum since that’s where I found him. I had enough of being oogled day in and day out so I slipped off of my display and rolled out under a nearby bench. When he picked me up, I thought “Oh geez, I fell into the Neanderthal exhibit.” Imagine my surprise when he shoved me in his pocket and took me home. The things I saw in that pocket were disgusting!

 

What hobbies do you have? Do you get hired by celebrities for award ceremonies?

I was in showbiz at one time. I worked with all the big names…Monroe, Taylor, Bergman…yeah, Ernie Monroe was beloved in Mudshack, Georgia. Then one day I found myself working for some guy from Tupelo named Elvis. Apparently he was something else when he was young, but when he picked me up…well let’s just say those fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches were taking their toll. He still had a good voice, but I was swimming in sweat and tucked into a third chin roll. I was never more relieved to see those aliens again when they came for him that night.

 

Do you have any advice for young amulets out there who might want to try their hand at writing?

Absolutely! Don’t give up your daytime hangouts! This business will break your links, chip the gold plating off and even dislodge a gem or two. If you have a story stuck inside of your chain, give it to your worst enemy. Let them walk around talking to themselves, looking up ways to murder people on the computer and spend their weekends walking back and forth across the lawn in their boxers. Actually, that last part is fun. My doofus writer doesn’t get anything from it, but the looks the neighbors give him are priceless!

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Review of a movie that doesn’t exist – Star Search Wars


Review of a movie that doesn’t exist – Star Search Wars

 

Cast

Ed McMahon – John Stamos

Han Solo – Justin Timberlake

Leia Organa – Miley Cyrus

Kylo Ren – Justin Bieber

Warning! A few major spoilers for the real movie below.

Everyone’s reviewing the new Star Wars movie, but no one’s reviewing the lesser known entry into the franchise (most likely because it doesn’t exist), a fun musical romp about a televised musical competition in a galaxy far, far away. It takes the characters from Star Wars and gives them to actors who are able to bring forth a side we’ve never been allowed to see of them before: that of pop-stars.

The story follows Han, Leia and their son, Ben, who travel the galaxy after the fall of the Empire as a musical group called Who Shot First? After spending some time getting trained by his uncle Luke to use the force as auto-tune, Ben decides to betray the family band and start his own solo career under the name Kylo Ren.

After that, Luke moves to a remote planet and became a crazy cat Jedi, while Kylo Ren tops the charts with his song, “Vader Swish,” a touching tribute to his grandfather and his awesome choice in capes. Leia and Han attempt to keep the original group together, but they eventually leave the music business behind and return to the dull worlds of resistance fighters and smugglers.

Several years later, Ed McMahon calls them all together as judges for the new season of the galactic broadcast of Star Search, a show where contestants sing, dance, or juggle light sabers to win a prize of 10,000 space pounds, which is actually quite a lot of money since the quantum franc collapsed.

Tensions run high when they all get together for filming the first episide and Kylo Ren challenges his parents to a sing off on live television. This results in a fierce song and dance battle, with plenty of smoke machines and pyrotechnics, as each person sings their heart out. Quite literally for Han, who has a heart attack and falls from the stage.

The movie ends with the canceling of the rest of the season of Star Search and having it replaced with a game show called ‘What’s my Wookiee Anyway?’ where contestants have to perform improv to entertain their wookiee host, or risk having their arms ripped from their sockets.

If you want to know what this movie would be like if it were real, find old clips online of Star Search and watch them on your phone while viewing The Force Awakens in the theater.

Advice Column Where I Give Myself Advice


I’ve decided to start an advice column, but as I do not have any letters from people asking advice, I am going to write letters to myself and answer with the advice I think I need.

Dear Car,
Have I told you how awesome I think you are? Well, I’ve had a bit of a rough day. The other day, I managed to get drunk enough to dress in a neighbor’s shower curtain and run around town claiming to be Scrubitus, the Greek god of bathing.

As Scrubitus, I pelted random people with bars of soap, while screaming at them to bow down to my awesome might and spring fresh scent. When they refused to comply, I attacked them with a loofah on a stick.

Needless to say, quite a few people were not pleased with my antics and I have yet another court date to prepare for. Is this a sign I should cut back on the booze and stay away from shower curtains?

Sincerely,
Car

Dear Car,
First of all, thanks for the compliment. And to answer your question:

Absolutely not! If anything, you need to drink more! The world needs you and your antics, whether they realize it or not. And did you know that the more people seem displeased at something, the more they love it? People tend to have a hard time accepting nice things and so try and act like they don’t want them. And a pseudo Greek god sporting soap is one of the nicest things anyone can get.

So, gather all the shower curtains you can find and load up on beer, whiskey, and homemade fermented candy corn wine. The world needs Scrubitus! The world needs you!

 

 

I hope you enjoyed reading my first attempt at an advice column and I hope I will take my advice.

5 things that happen when you give up bathing


I’ve always found bathing to be a bit wimpy. In my opinion, if you’re tough enough, you don’t need to rely on frilly things like soap and shampoo. So, I made this post to show everyone the joys of shunning the shower.

5 things that happen when you give up bathing

Day 1 – You start to have a very interesting odor. This scent is a delightful mix of dirt and sweat, with a possible hint of food if you happen to be a messy eater.

Day 3 – Your skin starts to take on a healthy gray sheen. If you shamble and mutter “Brains” every once in a while, people might think you’re a zombie and rush away, allowing you access to the front of all sorts of lines and queues.

Day 10 – Your hair loses that annoying frizz and flattens to your head with sweat and grease. This will allow you to have hair that’s flattened to your head with sweat and grease.

Day 25 – A strong force field forms around you that causes other people to move out of the way when you walk down the street.

Day 100 – You gain your own army of lice and house flies, to command as you will. Use this power wisely.

Taking bites of other people’s food for fun and profit


Carburgerbite  I’ve decided to become a food tester. By that I don’t mean someone who works at a company, tasting their new products. I mean I want to start a service for people where I take a bite of their meal to see if the taste is adequate.

This will be greatly benefit society, as many people are fraught with the pain of buying a meal and being disappointed in its flavor. Maybe the burger at that fast food joint was sitting out for a little too long or that new sushi place’s special sauce turned out not to be as special as advertised.

That’s where I come in. I’ll hire myself out to sit next to a person when they’re at a restaurant, with my own special set of utensils. Anytime a new piece of food hits their plate, I’ll grab a bite and test it. If it’s suitable, I’ll give a thumbs up. If it’s not, I’ll spit the food on the floor to signify my disgust.

I’ll also offer a more personal service, where I follow a person around for a day and taste test everything they put in their mouths during said period. Well, almost everything. It would have to be limited to food and beverage. Anything else might end up violating several laws.

To advertise my new job, I went down to the local mall’s food court to give out some free samples. It didn’t go over so well, even after I explained what my aim was. Turns out people don’t like random strangers grabbing their food and taking bites.

I switched tactics and started asking, “Can I have a bite of your food to test for flavor?” That didn’t work so well either. I think I might have to rethink my marketing campaign. Maybe I rent some billboard space with a picture of me biting into a sandwich and the words, “Car Johnson – Food Tester.”

I’m also thinking of a slogan. Either, “Never be assaulted by flavorsuckitis again,” or “Let Car take a bite out of bad tasting food.”

What do you think my slogan should be?

Cool Summer Milkshake Prank


I decided to make a milkshake out of whatever I could find in my refrigerator. I forgot to go shopping and so I only had a few items and most were not traditionally considered milkshake material. That was fine with me, as growing up eating mother’s cooking has left me with a taste for less conventional fare.

So, while this is just a regular meal for me, it will be a great prank for everyone who isn’t brave enough to open their palette to ketchup mixed with strawberry jam.

Ingredients

First take some ketchup, milk, bacon fat, strawberry jam, maple syrup, and a bottle of bottled iced tea.

Bacon fat

Get out a food processor or blender and add a bit of bacon fat.

Jelly

Add some of the jelly.

Ketchup

Then add a generous squirt of ketchup.

Syrup

Now it’s time for the syrup.

Milk

Don’t forget the milk.

Iced tea

Add a nice splash of iced tea.

Blend

And blend it all together.

Milkshake

Doesn’t that look pretty? Now you can offer it to your friends and family, especially after a hot day when they’re really thirsty and anticipating a cool treat.

Taste

I bet you’d like to see me take a drink of this concoction, but as I am a fictional character I cannot. But I made my creator take a taste. She’s not too happy with me right now.

Blott-Os – The new beer flavored cereal


Remember back when you were a child and you poured sugary cereal into a bowl, as your cavity filled mouth watered in anticipation while your sister tried to murder you with a plastic spork? Well, not the plastic spork thing. That’s a special moment between my sister and myself.

Sugary cereal is a wonderful childhood memory, from carefully picking out the marshmallows from the boring cereal bits, to watching your milk turn brown. And who can forget the prize inside? A plastic toy that was always at the bottom, tempting you to dig your fingers down into the box to try and pry it free. (Strange that I never thought to simply open the box at the opposite end and cut the plastic bag protecting the cereal with scissors. Then again, where would the fun be in that?)

Now, as an adult, I ask you this:

Why should kids have all the fun? Adults need a little bit of breakfast related excitement. And I’m not talking about a quickie on the kitchen counter, though that is pretty entertaining. I’m talking about a breakfast cereal for the young at heart, but made with adults in mind.

So, I’ve come up with a cereal that harkens back to those halcyon days of youth, but with an adult kick. And what do adults turn to when they want to feel that warm glow they used to get from their parents hugs, or the excitement that that once came from cartoons and plastic dinosaurs?

Why alcohol, of course. The only thing that can warm you up and liven your day, plus make peeing in random places around town both a necessity and a challenge. So, with that in mind, I have created a new cereal.

I call them Blott-Os.

Blott-Os

They’re little keg shaped crisps with a beer flavored alcohol saturated syrup in the center. I know, calling them Os is not exactly accurate, but I think that fully encapsulates the essence of alcohol. Booze is so cool, it doesn’t have to make sense.

Each box of Blott-Os will come with a prize inside. For the first prize, I’ve decided on a little rubber man who urinates when you submerge him in water and then squeeze, like a rubber ducky, but less suitable for children.

Imagine, eagerly pouring cereal into your bowl and chowing down, while your milks turns yellow. Then drinking from the bowl as you let the alcohol bring a glow to your day, whether you’re heading off to work or sprawling in front of the TV in your pajamas like you did as a child. Though, try not to wear your pajamas to work, especially if you sleep in the nude. Your boss won’t be pleased.

Now, I just have to find a way to start production of Blott-Os. So far, the only plan I have is a pile of hastily scrawled notes on random napkins from a late night drinking binge. But I’m not worried. That’s how all my ideas take shape.

I have a six pack of beer, an internet recipe for cereal and a squeeze bottle of maple syrup. As soon as I figure a way how to turn those things into tiny kegs, Blott-Os will be good to go. Wish me luck!

Ten Things Not to Do on a First Date


There’s many pitfalls to getting through that first date. How do you make sure you don’t make a fool of yourself or cause your date to throw you through a plate glass window? Well, let my handy list tell you what you need to know!

Ten Things Not to Do on a First Date:

  1. Tell your date they have a small round bug on their face and then attempt to pull it off. It’s probably a mole.
  2. Say, “I just met you but I’m not much for the dating scene. Can we just do it under the table?”
  3. Pull out a spork with a tiny wig glued to the top and say, “This is my best friend Sporky. He goes everywhere with me.”
  4. Compliment your date with, “You’re a real freak, but I’m desperate.”
  5. Pull out two masks and ask them if they want to help you rob the restaurant you’re heading to.
  6. Go to the local garbage dump and show your date how to search for “Trash Mushrooms.”
  7. Ask, “How much do you charge an hour?” This is a date. Dates are free.
  8. Bring your mother along. Yes, she might enjoy the opera, but it’ll be hard to interact with your date with her sitting between you.
  9. When the date ends, ask “How about a goodnight blowjob?” No. First dates are kisses.
  10. Grab someone off the street and drive them to the movies. That is not a date. That is kidnapping.

Review of a Movie That Doesn’t Exist – 50 Shades of Avengers


Okay, it’s that time again, when I review a movie that only exists in my mind.

50 Shades of Avengers

Characters

Anatasia – Lily Tomlin

Bruce Banner – Michael Caine

The movie follows a woman named Anastasia who enters into a steamy relationship of bondage with the Bruce Banner, aka The Incredible Hulk, who runs a successful company called Giant Green Guy Enterprises.

Whenever Bruce Banner gets angry, he turns into a huge green colored BDSM enthusiast. This causes him to be kicked out of the Avengers Initiative for his repeated attempts to handcuff Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff together.

He then starts his own business using his scientific knowledge to invent a genetically modified carrot that tastes like a chocolate milkshake. It’s a success and he uses this money to buy dozens of helicopters he can smash together.

One day, a woman named Anastasia decides to interview him, not for any sort of paper, but because she’s kind of odd and enjoys asking famous people random questions. She shows up at his office and starts asking questions like, “If you could be any animal, what animal would you be?” and “What is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?”

Bruce gets angry and becomes the Hulk, then proceeds to chase her around town, throwing cars at her back before he handcuffs her to the top of a skyscraper. Surprisingly, she finds this romantic and gives him her number. I won’t spoil the ending for you, but it involves two tanks, fifteen yards of steel cable and a deflated bouncy castle.

All in all, I think 50 Shades of Avengers was a heartwarming tale of badly researched BDSM and humongous angry green guys. Unfortunately, you will not be able to watch it, as it doesn’t exist. But you can get drunk and binge watch Avengers movies while reading 50 Shades of Grey.