by 007hertzrumble | Aug 20, 2015 | Live Tweet Digests, Tournament of #Bond_age_
Thought this may seem like a blast from the near past, it is! It absolutely is. This GoldenEye Live Tweet Digest had fallen victim to the great #Bond_age_ website collapse of (early) 2015. As I was cleaning out my Documents folder I stumbled onto a text file labeled “goldeneye3.” While not exactly the unearthing of the lost ark, it’s one step closer to being complete. Or, at the very least, not missing any GoldenEye live tweets. Small victories I suppose.
INITIATE GOLDENEYE LIVE TWEET DIGEST (TOURNAMENT EDITION)
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by 007hertzrumble | Aug 20, 2015 | Impostors!, Impostors!, Live Tweet Digests
Many were introduced to Agent 077, Dick Malloy for the first time last night, and I’m pretty sure they’re all smitten. Here’s the best twatter from the Agent 077: Mission Bloody Mary Live Tweet.
INITIATE AGENT 077: MISSION BLOODY MARY LIVE TWEET DIGEST
by 007hertzrumble | Aug 18, 2015 | Tournament of #Bond_age_ Tweets, Tournaments
And now, after months of voting, #Bond_age_ announces the TOURNAMENT OF #BOND_AGE_ TWEETS winner!!!
Winning by the slim margin of two votes, @TravisSMcClain has taken the top prize with his riff on the Identigraph in For Your Eyes Only.
If you see Travis around in the Twatterverse commend him for a Tweet well Twattered. Many fabulous prizes are most surely on their way to his doorstep. I can’t say what they are because that would just spoil the surprise. But they’re amazing, trust me.
Here’s the full, final Tournament bracket:
by 007hertzrumble | Aug 15, 2015 | Impostors!, Impostors!, Live Tweet Digests
I’m back in the saddle after what feels like months away. An 8-day road trip with the kids with little consistent Interweb access and a couple of missed live tweets makes me feel like I’m lost in the world, adrift and without good #Bond_age_. So my first order of business was old business. A few brave twatterers took on IN LIKE FLINT without me. They did yeoman’s work. Though I missed out on the fun, I’m here to compile and share the fun with you.
INITIATE THE IN LIKE FLINT LIVE TWEET DIGEST!
by 007hertzrumble | Aug 3, 2015 | Blog
Not too many moons ago, I submitted this story to an anthology of James Bond stories called LICENCE EXPIRED. You see, it’s funny because they copywrite on the literary James Bond expired in Canada, thus allowing them to publish a collection of shorts with James Bond and all the references and character that appeared in the Ian Fleming texts. Neat, huh? I penned the following story, which failed to reach the limelight. I was told it reached the final stages of cuts before getting the axe because it was just too similar to other accepted submissions. So it goes. I wrote about my disillusionment after receiving this rejection over on my other bl-g. Apparently that too is worth reading because a bunch of people shared and liked it without threat from me. Anyway, because I was rejected over there, I’ll just have to share the story with the lot of you. Without further adieu, here’s my James Bond shortie, entitled The Bulgarian Tumble.
The Bulgarian Tumble
a short story by James David Patrick
James Bond found the man’s stench unbearable. Bond had been sitting on the bench in Penn Station for more than three hours. He felt uncomfortable. Restless. The man had arrived only minutes before. Despite the his attire; a suit, offensively bereft of taste but neat, paired with softly scuffed wingtips; he emitted a musk of cabbage and wilted rose petals that reminded Bond, although less favorably, of the Carpathian wrestler he’d worked with on the Yugoslavian affair in ’55. Bond couldn’t move. He couldn’t draw attention to himself. There were no fewer than a dozen empty pews littered throughout the station. Traffic through Penn had declined in recent years, but the general bustle remained.
Bond’s vantage offered a clear line of sight to the newsstand pushcart with its clerk, a bald tent pole boasting a windblown comb over. The nervous clerk sputtered about his piles of newspapers and magazines, lining and straightening the same stacks that hadn’t since been touched. Bond’s brief respite in New York had been interrupted by chatter on the wire about the KGB operating a drop and swap out of Penn Station. The maze of connected tunnels and destinations made it an ideal place to exchange or pass along stolen goods and information. M had suggested that Bond should “pitch in while already idling about on the Queen’s dime.” A stakeout with a nightcap comprised M’s idea of a paid vacation. (more…)
