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To my shame. After his passing I was so distraught and angry; about how his last few years were lived, and his death itself. When cleaning out his apartment, much of his own things had been sold or discarded and when I came along to clean up after him I followed suit, and did the same thing. Yet, weeks/months later I became eaten up with the regret that I had discarded what precious little I did come across: ancient poems from his college years, portions of his role playing story notes, and beginning chapters of a fantasy novel about Casmar and Duke. My only redeeming quality in this matter is that I have come across Chapter One of his story. My raw thinking at the time was that I could not allow myself to “waste” my time finishing his life when my own life, and novel need completion. Now, how much of my own life will be discarded upon my passing? I am all the more pressured to publish my first novel. Though there is a small homage to him I can never undo with did; I’m sorry Michael.

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What's the next big thing?


My whole life I have always felt like I was waiting for something. The Jestsons had us looking for flying cars and jet packs, Star Trek had us looking forward to sliding doors and cell phones, and Space 1999 had us looking for Moon Base Alpha. The Maya 2012 and the Jehovah's Witnesses 1975...

The Furturist; so, what's the next big thing?

ICONS die too


Sign of the times that my generation is getting old and dying out; ending of an era. I loved Michael Jackson's music but wasn't like a real crazy fan of his weirdness. I use to have this poster of Farrah, like every teenage boy in the late 1970's. Kinda sad to hear of her passing; she gave it a good fight, something we could all learn from.

Tehuti The Dreamer


Well! Since he didn't like the picture I used for my last post, so I redid it for this one. My best-good friend! Mike and I have known one another since sixth grade, Junior and Senior High Schools, best-men at the other's weddings, and blogger along the way. Our lives always seem to cross and weave just when we need each other the most. True life long Friends.
Mike is a true artist. He's imagination sparks the creative gifts in others, yet he himself is imbued with originality. A special person and great friend! Thanks for being who you are.

My Book YOUR FACE!


I have really come to be impressed with FACEBOOK. Through it I have rediscovered individuals I have not seen since Junior and High School. I droped out in 1982, shoud have graduated in '83 but got a GED in '87 - wasn't quiet the same. I am publicly very proud all of those folks who did so and have gone on to do great things... Check out FB, and get back in touch with your past, it's never too late to start the future!

Iconic Photos that Stay with you


This shocking photo depicts a starving Sudanese child being stalked by a patient vulture. It is a horrific picture that gave people a true look at the dire condition in Sub-Saharan Africa. Kevin Carter, who took the photo, won a Pulitzer Prize for this work. Kevin then came under a lot of scrutiny for spending over 20 minutes setting up the photo instead of helping the child. Three months after taking the photo, he committed suicide.

Photo Base


I love this site. It's where I get most of my best Photo Base photoshop ideas.

Vloving zee Blood


I now have a new favorite TV show, TRUE BLOOD. Very sexy, smart and fun. I love it! If you haven't seen it, you're so missing out in a great new revision of Vampire lore.

Ron Shiflet's Horror


I was sharing with a few co-workers my attempt at writing and as things happen came across another individual who writes. Ron Shiflet; then to my wondrous surprise, he's a published author. He's kind enough to share some pointers with me along the way, and I have a long way to go.

TREK Erased


We finally got to see the new Star Trek. I was not the only one disappointed; thank goodness. Like the Space Hubble telescope being scraped so is our beloved Star Trek. All the hype Paramount has drummed up to reboot the Idea of Trek for a new generation is great, only Trek and those who know it best have all been erased - thank you Leonard Nimoy and J. J. Abrams. The next time you see Star Trek advertised in the Theaters it will be something New and Exciting, but not familiar. It was a good time out with my girl and popcorn, but it wasn't My Trek!

A New Title


NOTICE: I've been polishing and continuing to elaborate on my novel. I've decided on a new title: THE WATCHER'S REQUIEM. The Nephilim were also called Watchers, and they are the main characters in my story; the ones who remained behind "watching" their brethren leave. The requiem is a roman Catholic funeral mass, a dirge if you will for the sake of the dead.

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The Nephilim Age is now entitled
The Watcher's Requiem.
David DeLane Snow
"Falconmyst"

First Nightmare


The slap was loud and unwarranted. The sting from the woman’s hand immediately began to show its whelping print on the young boy’s cheek and right ear, as she dauntingly continued to shake him by the shoulders screaming. The boy was no more than six years old. She was angry about having been prematurely awaken on her day off. The shaken boy dared not cry out because he knew that that always angered her even more.



Then, just as she raised her hand for a second blow, another boy (about nine years old) jumped in between them both and shoved the younger to the ground making him fall a few steps away. The older boy shouted, “Leave him alone! Run little brother, I’ll hold her off.” With that the thin blond haired boy on the ground scrambled to get away, but not before catching a glimpse of her beating his rescuer. The tall dark haired hero then fell to the floor and curled up as the angry woman had begun violently kicking the child in the back and ribs, shouting, “So you think you can handle this instead - alright!”



Crouched from behind a nearby bed the younger boy could only watch in silent horror as the beating continued until the woman grew tired, quieting on her own accord.



Jacob woke up wide eye and breathing heavily from his dream. Its realism was disturbing as he sat up on the side of his bed rubbing his ear, and the sleep from his eyes. Jacob seemed to have suppressed so much in his life; amazing how a single nightmare could have resurrected a host of unremembered emotions - long thought forgotten. But, those two boys - his mind strained to put their faces back into focus, yet the attempt was futile.



Opening of my revised Chapter One

27 YEARS

As of yesterday, my wife and I have been married 27 years. May not mean much to some people but its a lifetime to us. It was the best of times, growing experiences that we have shared and learned from one another. Alice is my best friend and that's a great place to begin. Love ya babe, here's to 27 more!

Happy Easter


We had a great time over at Ana's home, with the kids and grandkids - celebrating Vanah's fourth birthday as well as Easter. Pics and video composite forthcoming...

My Dad





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The Nephilim Age

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The Nephilim Age
David DeLane Snow

Hell Rises Again - soon - we hope.

Blizzard takes forever to do anything but when they do it's far worth they wait; we're still waiting on Diablo III. Because of Alice's condition she's discovered she is not quiet able to maneuver the mouse and keyboard on her favorite PC Game effectively as before; maybe this will wet her appetite as a goal to work towards.

Here's a taste of the game play in its new awesome glory!


Where The Wild Things Are

I had a strange Jehovah's Witness step-mom growing up as a child, and as a result I could not read this book because of the "demons" pictured in it. My own daughter has not only this book but action figures as well. Now, as an adult it continues to capture my imagination with its simplisticly briliant artwork, I'm glad to see it finally come to film; here's to you - mom.

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My Dad

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Bobbie Lee Snow
1941 - 2008