To me the appeal of science fiction has always been the nagging feeling that I was born in the wrong time. I always used to say I joined the Air Force because the Navy doesn't use sails and black powder anymore, and my endless years of fencing and combat pistol/rifle competition reflects my yearning for a simpler time, when there were unexplored lands to, er - explore, and savage animals to classify. Duels to be fought for honor,enemies to smite, and damsels to rescue.
I grew up reading musty old tomes containing the thrilling tales of Sir Richard Burton, Horatio Nelson, Stanley & Livingstone, Cook, and Darwin. I wanted to go a-whaling and was severely disappointed as a child to find that it wasn't like in Moby Dick anymore. The Scarlet Pimpernel was as much a hero to me as John Carter fighting Tharks on Barsoom.
Regrettably the world I actually live in tends to support none of the above and is getting more venal and small as I watch. So, I seek refuge in Traveller, where I can spin tales of two-fisted sword n' blaster adventure among the savage stars. It keeps me sane in an insane world that rewards cowardice and small men.
I grew up reading musty old tomes containing the thrilling tales of Sir Richard Burton, Horatio Nelson, Stanley & Livingstone, Cook, and Darwin. I wanted to go a-whaling and was severely disappointed as a child to find that it wasn't like in Moby Dick anymore. The Scarlet Pimpernel was as much a hero to me as John Carter fighting Tharks on Barsoom.
Regrettably the world I actually live in tends to support none of the above and is getting more venal and small as I watch. So, I seek refuge in Traveller, where I can spin tales of two-fisted sword n' blaster adventure among the savage stars. It keeps me sane in an insane world that rewards cowardice and small men.