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"Little Lamb. Smile." (Four Vicodin)

Yesterday was an utter failure as a day off. The main problem is that Spooky's had a migraine since last Thursday night, which prevented us from doing...well anything. She's better today, but there was no planning yesterday. So...we're here, with incoming thunderstorms.

I've extended the "vacation" (hahahahahahah) until Friday, in hopes that tomorrow might yet bring some relief from the monotony.

Why am I still keeping this journal. No, yeah...I know you read it. You don't have to remind me that you do. But the blog is dead. Long live Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr! Long live the shortest imaginable attension span! You have a hundred friends! Less more is more! Who has time for blogs? How wasn't that true ten years ago? Fast! Speed! So little time! That toxin "quick and easy" wins over substance!

Where are you going in such a hurry?

Day before yesterday, my two contributor's copies of Centipede Press' Arthur Machen volume arrived. I wrote the afterward. Fuck, it's a beautiful volume, limited to two-hundred copies (I was given actual numbered copies). Seeing it lit a fire under my ass to get CP everything they need for their edition of The Drowning Girl. They have the revised manuscript...but there's still a lot of other stuff. As the book came about as the result of a deal between CP and Penguin and I'm not being paid for it, I've had to keep it low on my list of priorities. The afterward, by the way, was actually written for a Bloodletting Press edition of Machen stories, but was, inexplicably not used. My thanks to CP and S.T. Joshi for seeing it found such a spectacular home.

The Machen book is really the only news I have. I did, last night, finish Richard Ellis' superb Singing Whales and Flying Squid. The upshot of the book, concerned largely with marine fishery statistics, is that the seas – from which Homo sapiens derives most of the protein it consumes – aren't just dying from our depredations. They're almost dead. Ah, and for some reason I tried to watch Tom Holland's 1995 TV mini-series adaptation of The Langoliers (1995). The only good thing I can say about this mess is that it actually was better than Stephen King's awful novella. Still, I was just barely able to make it through half of it.

I now return you to the cataclysm that is the world, already in progress.

Aunt Beast


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May. 8th, 2013 05:36 pm (UTC)
Where are you going in such a hurry?

I'm spending all day sitting on the couch in desperate hopes of recharging from my last crowded few days weeks in hopes of recharging. I should like to post something if I have the brain. I definitely need to do laundry. (The internet should know these things.)

Is it at least warmer where you are? We've moved straight into the hazy seventies here, which would only confuse me if I hadn't spent all of my life in New England.
May. 8th, 2013 06:10 pm (UTC)
I came very close to buying the Machen book this month but could not pass up the 5 vol Cisco from Centipede for $100 and the Carrie film study hardcover unsigned for 15. Then of course I have been wanting the Dead Titans, Awake since I was 16 in the 1960's.

I sent you a message - don't know if you got it. I bought TSW last night and I messaged you to see if I could get an invite to S HellMuppets for the Dragon faction - the name I'm using is Howard "mrhowdy" Allan.

This is a true MMO - an not the Defiance 3rd person shooter kind of thing. I loved the TV show but feel like Trion was probably being rushed to get it out. Major mistake to issue a game like that on 3 platforms - but the Wrestling.. er SLY-SY channel..
May. 8th, 2013 07:40 pm (UTC)
Less more is more!..."quick and easy" wins over substance!

It shouldn't continue to surprise me but oh how that is being applied to what seems to be the extinction of English as a language...the host of one of the pop culture "talk/interview" shows that I watch is now using "māj" (for major) and "sōbs" (for sober) and a little part of me dies inside each time.

Edited at 2013-05-08 07:40 pm (UTC)
May. 8th, 2013 10:25 pm (UTC)
Hope tomorrow's day off goes better. :D
May. 8th, 2013 11:43 pm (UTC)

And add yet another to the ever expanding list of honors that 'The Drowning Girl' is racking up - a nomination for Best Fantasy Novel from Locus.

'Fake Plastic Trees' gets a nod for the Best Novelette category, too.


(I'd post a direct link to it, but LJ will mark it as spam)
May. 9th, 2013 12:57 pm (UTC)
Where are you going in such a hurry?

Most of the time when I see or hear that phrase or its variants, I hear that cop in the opening of Highlander, saying, "Well, well, well, Mr. Nash...where were you going in such a hurry?"
May. 10th, 2013 04:26 pm (UTC)
hi. i found my girlfriend two weeks ago after she committed suicide. the world is incomprehensible and I feel like i'm interacting with reality from the bottom of the ocean, but your books have helped in some way i can't articulate yet. not sure what i was hoping to say in this comment other than thanking you for tracing your own experience in your work, because right now it's the only touchstone i have for all of this.
May. 11th, 2013 06:10 am (UTC)
Um... my intended lame attempt at humor will be- holy shit, Luke, hang in there. I feel the same way about reading Ms. Kiernan, it helps somehow, a little bit. Hard to explain- someone to relate to, maybe.

Vicodin doesn't work for me- my brain chemistry is wrong. Then again, I've never taken four- probably not a good idea on top of my nightly 6 pack of beer- I'm on number 7 now, it's Friday- Percoset. THAT works. Anything with codeine. 4?

Just finished reading American Elsewhere. Pretty much a new take on the Lovecratianesque mythos. I liked it- you might not- worth a look-see. I also read a book called Wilderness that I... really good stuff. Sigh.
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