Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
I must say, Dr. Hill, I'm VERY disappointed in you. You steal the secret of life and death, and here you are trysting with a bubble-headed coed. You're not even a second-rate scientist!
Last night Rodney and I watched the 80s, B-movie horror classic Re-Animator. There's something to be said for a horror movie that doesn't take itself too seriously, where its actors play their parts with gleeful abandon; the blood flows, the cat dies, and you never miss an opportunity to see a naked breast. And I adore Jeffrey Combs.
Time has slipped away from me again. Life has been filled with work and getting Rachel back in school. Last year at this time she seemed too impossibly small for kindergarten. Now, already, it's old hat for us. There's something reassuring about the routine of it all, marking time by grading periods and breaks from school.
I've been reading a lot. Lovecraft, Oscar Wilde. I just finished To Charles Fort With Love, a collection of short stories from Caitlin R. Kiernan (greygirlbeast). I do the book a disservice to talk about it when it's not in front of me. I can say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. Every story was expertly and lyrically drawn. But some of the stories -- La Peau Verte, Onion, The Dead and the Moonstruck, and Andromeda Among the Stones -- have stayed with me. I think they will be with me for some time.
I've been a fan of Kiernan's since I read Silk over six years ago. I know people, however, who don't like Kiernan's work because it's not true "horror" -- they want their monsters front and center. They want resolution and explanation in the end, all plot lines perfectly tied off. In Kiernan's world, fear is hidden under the sea, in the basement of a run-down house in a small Southern town, or in a puddle of water in the alley outside a used bookstore. Worlds overlap in places where time is thin, and rarely do we truly understand what has happened to us. That's terrifying and fascinating to me.
Kiernan doesn't need me to defend her. She is creating a fantastically dark mythos with these stories and novels. And I, for one, am hooked.
Last night Rodney and I watched the 80s, B-movie horror classic Re-Animator. There's something to be said for a horror movie that doesn't take itself too seriously, where its actors play their parts with gleeful abandon; the blood flows, the cat dies, and you never miss an opportunity to see a naked breast. And I adore Jeffrey Combs.
Time has slipped away from me again. Life has been filled with work and getting Rachel back in school. Last year at this time she seemed too impossibly small for kindergarten. Now, already, it's old hat for us. There's something reassuring about the routine of it all, marking time by grading periods and breaks from school.
I've been reading a lot. Lovecraft, Oscar Wilde. I just finished To Charles Fort With Love, a collection of short stories from Caitlin R. Kiernan (greygirlbeast). I do the book a disservice to talk about it when it's not in front of me. I can say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. Every story was expertly and lyrically drawn. But some of the stories -- La Peau Verte, Onion, The Dead and the Moonstruck, and Andromeda Among the Stones -- have stayed with me. I think they will be with me for some time.
I've been a fan of Kiernan's since I read Silk over six years ago. I know people, however, who don't like Kiernan's work because it's not true "horror" -- they want their monsters front and center. They want resolution and explanation in the end, all plot lines perfectly tied off. In Kiernan's world, fear is hidden under the sea, in the basement of a run-down house in a small Southern town, or in a puddle of water in the alley outside a used bookstore. Worlds overlap in places where time is thin, and rarely do we truly understand what has happened to us. That's terrifying and fascinating to me.
Kiernan doesn't need me to defend her. She is creating a fantastically dark mythos with these stories and novels. And I, for one, am hooked.