#ee doc smith

[khayjayart]

Art and Storytime!!

Welcome to my new Youtube series, "Art and Storytime", where I play some of my favorite audiobooks while drawing. I like to listen to audiobooks and YT videos while drawing and there's already plenty of art channels that do commentary + drawing, so I decided I would do something where I play audiobooks over recordings of me drawing.

The audiobook I will be using for the first part of this series is "Spacehounds of IPC" by EE Doc Smith and narrated by Mark Nelson. This science fiction novel is in the public domain in the US, so I don't have to worry about copyright strikes (hopefully lol). The video for the first chapter of "Spacehounds" is already up on my Youtube channel. Please like and subscribe so I can keep making stuff like this.

[grayrazor]

This isn't a videogame thing. It's not even a TTRPG thing. These are standard speculative fiction rules that were set in the 1930s and people have just followed them without question ever since.

i'm guessing at some point someone in charge must've been like "if there's swords in the game then the currency is gold. if there's spaceships the currency is credits. if you do otherwise i will kill you"

[fabiansociety]

“…near them there crouched or huddled or lay at ease a many-tentacled creature indescribable to man. It was not exactly like an octopus. Though spiny, it did not resemble at all closely a sea-cucumber. Nor, although it was scaly and toothy and wingy, was it, save in the vaguest possible way, similar to a lizard, a sea serpent, or a vulture. Such a description by negatives is, of course, pitifully inadequate; but, unfortunately, it is the best that can be done.”

you ever wonder what lovecraft would sound like if he was normal about the sea

[grayrazor]

Non-Star Trek books that are kind of Star Trek-like (quality not guaranteed)

Spaceship finds a weird object/alien civilization:

Rendezvous With Rama

The Mote in God’s Eye

The Invincible

Blindsight

Utopian interplanetary society:

3001: The Final Odyssey

The Culture Series

The Hainish Cycle

Contact

Napoleonic Navy in Space:

Lensman

Legend of the Galactic Heroes

Honor Harrington

John Grimes

[thedurvin]

Me: I wanna write this fic but I’m worried the worldbuilding is too weird or silly

EE “Doc” Smith, inventor of space opera, military sci fi, and space cops, inspiring everything from Star Trek to Green Lantern: interstellar travel is possible through psychic powers made possible by equations developed by a guy named Gunther, so using them is called Gunthering and the energy used for any given application is measured in Gunts

Me: okay I feel a bit—

Smith: Clee Garlock is a perfect specimen of masculinity and it only takes him a few gunts to mentally summon nukes to kill flying tigers, so all the aliens (who are mostly sexy girls) want to breed with him and their beta cuck husbands support it because like all logical societies they support eugenics

Me: okay Mr Smith you can go home now

Smith: Clee’s friend Brownie is called that because of her brown skin

Me: for fucks sake

[jurph]

It is 2002. George W. Bush is President. America has been attacked and I am wearing my camouflage uniform every day because my boss tells me I am "at war". I am a couple years out of college, I outrank >80% of the Air Force, and I have a desk job.

Today my job is to go to Sick Call, and then drive across base to the hospital and go into the dental clinic. On the third floor I take a seat. Within 40 seconds of the clock ticking over to my designated appointment - it's one of those old elementary-school-style clocks that CLUNKs on the minutes as the hands move - a sergeant calls my name. Well. He calls my rank and last name. He is a sergeant, and I am an officer; to him I am "sir", nobility, to be handled with kid gloves.

I sit in the chair as he injects the novocaine into my gums, asks what being a new officer is like, first tour? Do I like getting saluted at, sir? Do I miss my family back home? He does, but he can get over to where they live some weekends, can I get out to where my family live, sir? He says the Doc will be in shortly.

The Doc is a colonel, a God On Earth, he must have 20+ years and despite being "just a dentist" the inexorable logic of military seniority dictates that he has the same rank as my boss, who commands several thousand individuals. Most of us have desk jobs, but he is still the Commander, a colonel. My dentist, a God On Earth, a colonel, brusquely strides into the room. He says my last name like it's a greeting, doing this I suppose for every patient - "Smith! McDonald! Gilligan!" He just shouts it; presumably if he had the wrong name someone would say "no?" but I say "yeff fur?" and he says "alright, Sarge has you nice and numb. Hold still for me please."

"Hey, open up real wide for me, okay, we've got four wisdom teeth to remove today. Good job. Hold still."

I open wide. I can hear the Backstreet Boys singing: Tell me why-ee? I hear -- FEEL -- four loud crunches in short succession. After each one there's a quiet clink. The Backstreet Boys are still singing the bridge. Tell me why-ee.

The colonel stands up. "Alright, here you go. Four wisdom teeth. Make sure your ride takes you straight home, you need lots of fluids." He hands me a plastic container that looks like a box of dental floss. I am a junior officer. I dutifully accept the plastic container.

"Why wide?" "Your ride. You have a ride, right? You're not okay to drive now." "Oh fur, oh wide. I wove ear." "Damn. Okay, well. You've got to go straight home. No-- actually, listen L.T., you go to Wendy's, get four of the largest Frosties they have. Put them in your freezer. Spoon, not straw, for the next two days. No sucking on straws, it'll pop out your clots. Four jumbo Frosties."

"Eff fur."

Later I will discover the plastic container he handed me has my wisdom teeth in it, all four of them, covered in blood. I am not feeling light-headed yet.

He walks out, the Boys get to the chorus. "I want it thaaat way."

I'm okay to drive after all, it turns out. The Frosty tastes magical.

did anyone ever tell the Backstreet Boys why

[wanderrealms]

I need to start writing author names down. I was walking home from the grocery store when my brain went: "Dent! Lester Dent! That's the pulp writer I wanted to study!"

Took a day, but I remembered. Another one was...Lensman series? EE "Doc" Smith, that's the one. Also James Blish author of Cities in Flight -books.

[aki-o-mitovski-writer]

a great list of recommendations.

intro - 0:00 Peter F. Hamilton's Commonwealth Saga - 0:42 Lensman series by EE 'Doc' Smith - 1:52 Humanx Commonwealth books by Alan Dean Foster - 3:06 Stephen Baxter’s Xeelee Sequence - 4:20 Zones of Thought by Vernor Vinge - 5:41 The Way series by Greg Bear - 6:47 Hyperion Cantos by Dan Simmons - 7:51 Ringworld series by Larry Niven - 9:15 The Expanse by James A Cory - 10:14 Dune series by Frank Herbert - 11:24

[kekwcomics]

Spotted in the wild today:

E E "DOC" SMITH

[thehauntedrocket]

Vintage Paperback - Children Of The Lens by E.E. "Doc" Smith

Lensman Series #06

Art by David Mattingly

Berkley Books (1982)

[doolallymagpie]

i’ve got a lot of complaints about ee “doc” smith’s writing, but “laser weapons are AOE” is not one of ‘em

like, you disintegrate somebody and they pretty much turn into a grenade, to the extent that (IIRC) the protagonist had to wear high-end power armor to safely storm an enemy base with a new superpowered zap gun

[khayjayart]

Art + Storytime! Spacehounds of IPC-Chapter 4: Ganymede Life

Chapter 4 of "Spacehounds of IPC" audiobook for the Art +Storytime series is up! Be sure to like and sub for more art videos!

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[tara-of-helium]

[Post Version 2, includes the dedication page]

Masters of the Vortex. E. E. "Doc" Smith, 1960. Cover art uncredited.

Dedicated "To Bob Heinlein With Admiration and Esteem"

[nelc]

Chris Foss' cover for EE Doc Smith's Triplanetary

[rpgcovers]

GURPS: Lensman (second edition) ~ Steve Jackson Games (2001)

Based on the novels by E.E. "Doc" Smith.

[bookburns]

Come on, buddy. You’re already going by E.E. Do you really need the Doc, too?