Working from home today due to the endless horror of the SF Giants World Series parade. The upside is that The Last Man on Earth is on Turner Classic Movies. The downside is that unclogging my bathroom sink has led to the clogging of my bathtub. Ah, the price one pays to live in a Victorian manse (at least one that's been split into five awkward apartments).
Here's a Halloween song for you:
Here's another one:
And here's a Halloween link, specifically a SFSignal Mind Meld on the interaction between the Gothic and contemporary urban fantasy. I say there isn't one.
I've donated to and am admiring the work done by Occupy Sandy Relief NYC. In recent days, I've seen many people comment that cash trumps food donations in the wake of tragedies like this. That's true for large charities and relief efforts, where sorting is a significant resource drain. One thing to keep in mind though that in small urban apartments, and among the urban poor generally, there is almost no room to store food—tons of people shop for one day's food per day. Also, the third week of the month tends to mean that people have little money—pay checks or public support funds would come today, a few days after the storm. Flooding and power loss to homes, and local stores shutting down for the same reasons can be a significant problem. So a nimble, community oriented, local-to-local food delivery system for the people least likely to see photo op friendly roll-outs, is very handy. Not that you should send OSR food from wherever you are (I sent money, like I said), it's just that I've seen a lot of the newly minted "common sense" surrounding food donations being extended to mean that food drives/donations are always bad. No.
And now, a horror story! "...And Other Horrors", my collaboration with Don Webb, is in the first issue of Imperial Youth Review, a new print "magazine of gore, grit, big ideas, bad ideas and liberation at any cost" out of the UK. Buy today, and it'll ship free to anywhere in the world. Finally, a present for your penguin-counting cousin in Antarctica! Anyway, IYR reminds me of the sort of thing that got me first very interested in writing back in the mid-1990s. Thrilled to be a part of it:
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And now, another horror story! Remember just under a year ago, when we discussed the healing power of cowboy sperm? Well, Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez did change the name of her anti-feminist memoir from Learning To Submit to The Feminist and the Cowboy. Well damn, the book's not even out yet, and she already got herself dumped. It's not really appropriate to laugh at someone's private pain, but she's been making it public as part of an angle to profit from it for over a year now, so I don't mind. She claims that he was, five percent of the time, painful, controlling, emotionally abusive, crazymaking, chaos and that she's learned just how fine the line is between being an alpha male and being something else altogether. Which sounds like she should have dumped him, honestly. Was she waiting for the book to come out, maybe a few TV appearances? Of course, someone witless enough to use "alpha male" unironically when describing human beings has all sorts of problems. Or maybe she just didn't learn to submit sufficiently? I suppose we'll find out with her next rebranded blog and book about how terrible cowboys are and such!
Here's a Halloween song for you:
Here's another one:
And here's a Halloween link, specifically a SFSignal Mind Meld on the interaction between the Gothic and contemporary urban fantasy. I say there isn't one.
I've donated to and am admiring the work done by Occupy Sandy Relief NYC. In recent days, I've seen many people comment that cash trumps food donations in the wake of tragedies like this. That's true for large charities and relief efforts, where sorting is a significant resource drain. One thing to keep in mind though that in small urban apartments, and among the urban poor generally, there is almost no room to store food—tons of people shop for one day's food per day. Also, the third week of the month tends to mean that people have little money—pay checks or public support funds would come today, a few days after the storm. Flooding and power loss to homes, and local stores shutting down for the same reasons can be a significant problem. So a nimble, community oriented, local-to-local food delivery system for the people least likely to see photo op friendly roll-outs, is very handy. Not that you should send OSR food from wherever you are (I sent money, like I said), it's just that I've seen a lot of the newly minted "common sense" surrounding food donations being extended to mean that food drives/donations are always bad. No.
And now, a horror story! "...And Other Horrors", my collaboration with Don Webb, is in the first issue of Imperial Youth Review, a new print "magazine of gore, grit, big ideas, bad ideas and liberation at any cost" out of the UK. Buy today, and it'll ship free to anywhere in the world. Finally, a present for your penguin-counting cousin in Antarctica! Anyway, IYR reminds me of the sort of thing that got me first very interested in writing back in the mid-1990s. Thrilled to be a part of it:
And now, another horror story! Remember just under a year ago, when we discussed the healing power of cowboy sperm? Well, Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez did change the name of her anti-feminist memoir from Learning To Submit to The Feminist and the Cowboy. Well damn, the book's not even out yet, and she already got herself dumped. It's not really appropriate to laugh at someone's private pain, but she's been making it public as part of an angle to profit from it for over a year now, so I don't mind. She claims that he was, five percent of the time, painful, controlling, emotionally abusive, crazymaking, chaos and that she's learned just how fine the line is between being an alpha male and being something else altogether. Which sounds like she should have dumped him, honestly. Was she waiting for the book to come out, maybe a few TV appearances? Of course, someone witless enough to use "alpha male" unironically when describing human beings has all sorts of problems. Or maybe she just didn't learn to submit sufficiently? I suppose we'll find out with her next rebranded blog and book about how terrible cowboys are and such!