CNN.com - Actress Shelley Winters dead at 85 - Jan 14, 2006
Too bad. I've always loved Shelly Winters (from afar, of course). Night of the Hunter, The Poseidon Adventure, Poor Pretty Eddie ... just too great films to list. Sweet dreams.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Jonathon "The Impaler" Sharkey for Governor of Minnesota
"I am a Satanic Dark Priest, Sanguinarian Vampyre and a Hecate Witch. My Magikal Path name is: Lord Ares. I despise and hate the Christian God the Father. He is my enemy." He also wrestles professionally under the name "Rocky Flash" and promises to publicly impale terrorists on the steps of the state capital building. Now THAT'S a candidate!
"I am a Satanic Dark Priest, Sanguinarian Vampyre and a Hecate Witch. My Magikal Path name is: Lord Ares. I despise and hate the Christian God the Father. He is my enemy." He also wrestles professionally under the name "Rocky Flash" and promises to publicly impale terrorists on the steps of the state capital building. Now THAT'S a candidate!
Monday, January 09, 2006
Welcome to the future. My new year's eve was spent alone ... Lori was in E. Lansing taking care of her sister's new baby, so I had myself a lost weekend of hard boozing, dark sounds and bleak visions. The results were not surprising to me, my indulgences were physically pleasurable at first but gradually sapped my spirit as I felt myself slipping back into the shadowy solitude I endured while living in Chicago at the turn of the century. I've never had any doubt about my love for Lori, but it's good to have the reality of my good fortune stuffed down my throat once in a while ... at first the novelty of being alone in the apartment was refreshing, but the last few days of her week-long trip I was miserably lonely for her, and once she returned I was again thanking God for her inexplicable devotion to me.
My moods have been rocky of late, I suppose I could blame Seattle's grey skies or insufficent medication, but the end result is the same. I average about 45 minutes of good humor per day, inevitably occurring while I'm at the temp job or on a late night couch in front of some trash with wine on my lips, so my real "work" has been suffering. Resonance duties are always calling, I started a new writing class, a dozen half-baked ideas are getting stale and I have a book to write. Final edit is due on my fanboy interview with Johnny Strike from CRIME for Resonance issue #49 ... that was a personal coup, as Crime are one of those mysterious netherworld rock bands that I've always been fascinated with, but my beautiful and handsome editor Kris is gently demanding some revisions to my immaculate text (he was confused by my reference to the band's "sinister ectomorphic power"). Plus there are emails to be returned, old friends to be called, family members to be written to, all the sort of stuff that should have been tackled over the holidays but wasn't.
Well, that's enough complaining for now. I'm low, but not that low. I need inspiration and energy, though, so anyone with a surplus should call me immediately ... I might not answer the phone, but you can leave a message and I'll get to it within 24 hours.
PS. Friends of fellow genius Mark R. Deming might wanna dig this and shoot him a quick hello. He's had a far worse new year than me.
My moods have been rocky of late, I suppose I could blame Seattle's grey skies or insufficent medication, but the end result is the same. I average about 45 minutes of good humor per day, inevitably occurring while I'm at the temp job or on a late night couch in front of some trash with wine on my lips, so my real "work" has been suffering. Resonance duties are always calling, I started a new writing class, a dozen half-baked ideas are getting stale and I have a book to write. Final edit is due on my fanboy interview with Johnny Strike from CRIME for Resonance issue #49 ... that was a personal coup, as Crime are one of those mysterious netherworld rock bands that I've always been fascinated with, but my beautiful and handsome editor Kris is gently demanding some revisions to my immaculate text (he was confused by my reference to the band's "sinister ectomorphic power"). Plus there are emails to be returned, old friends to be called, family members to be written to, all the sort of stuff that should have been tackled over the holidays but wasn't.
Well, that's enough complaining for now. I'm low, but not that low. I need inspiration and energy, though, so anyone with a surplus should call me immediately ... I might not answer the phone, but you can leave a message and I'll get to it within 24 hours.
PS. Friends of fellow genius Mark R. Deming might wanna dig this and shoot him a quick hello. He's had a far worse new year than me.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Good news ... Venom is back with a new album due out next year. They have a typically brilliant/stupid "advertisement" streaming on their website, so turn up your speakers and dig it here.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Monday, December 05, 2005
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