Love for Denise

This last weekend was the 12th Annual Shriekfest Film Festival run by the wonderful Denise Gossett. The festival showcased 10 feature films and 27 short films. Bless Denise for such a well-run, pleasant festival that was just brimming with sweet people. Everything seemed to run smoothly, with the exception of the food truck that ( Read more... )

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It's an honor just to be a finalist ( Read more... )

Oh, BLARGH.

Don't mind me. I'm very grumpy lately because I have an ailment. No, you can't know what it is. I would have to smite you if I told you, and I don't feel like smiting. That would take energy I'd rather put into blarghing. So, those new to these writings, welcome to my blargh!

Speaking of smiting, when I was at WyrdCon in June, I was ( Read more... )

I found a post from 1994 on the antediluvian Usenet newsgroup alt.dreams where I often interpreted dreams under the name of Quentin. When I was first on the Internet, I'd been "cyber raped" several times and found using a male pseudonym was safer. I could actually have conversations with people, as opposed to men typing out text or double-colon ( Read more... )

Dear Antonio,

No, wait...

My Immortal Beloved,

Ah, crap. That's been taken by that other composer dude. Here:

My Dead Red Priest,

How you tease and taunt me from beyond the grave as your bow joyously rubs my heart strings! Your decadent arpeggios dance around my aural sweet spot. And the unbearable longing in your bleak strokes and trembling minor ( Read more... )

For various reasons, I've been reading about Dr. Andrea Ghez here at UCLA and her work with supermassive black holes. It's spurred me to wonder if creation myths really are not just an unsophisticated interpretation of natural phenomena, but rather evidence that we really grock on a cellular level where we come from?

Ghez has built the strongest ( Read more... )

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I hereby notify you that we have entered The Royal Birthday Month, which shall be full of huzzahs and hurrahs and worshipful noises for the Leo goddess.

Carry on.

The Big-Ass Bus Adventure

After much delay due to one mysterious bus thing or another (including an incident where the bus driver waded into the bus waving a card, asking us if we saw anything), we finally took off in earnest. Then, a red-headed woman got on board, screaming at the top of her lungs at the driver. She stomped down the aisle and sat ( Read more... )

I am Maria's query-writing obsession.

How I've done this to myself, I have no idea. I'm marketing TWO books. A comedy thriller and the memoir. (For the record, I hate the word "memoir." It sounds so snooty patooty. My mem-waaaah. Yech.) I promise you that my mem-waaah is not only sensational enough to stop your granny in her tracks as she pushes a ( Read more... )