The painting I'm working on necessitated that I watch Robert Shaw's death scene from Jaws last night. And I felt sick to my stomach for the rest of the evening. I can watch much gorier movies without a qualm, but Jaws always makes me sick because I first saw it when I was about seven, clamoring to go even though my mother thought it would be too ( Read more... )

Since my "special edition" of Drawing Blood was well received, I'm working on a unique hardcover copy of Exquisite Corpse incorporating Grey's photos as well as other patterns and textures. It's bloody and decay-y, but (I think) kind of gorgeous.

I don't like to admit it, but I have sometimes wished for the option of a cheap, occasional pill that would sate hunger and provide all nutrients. In the future, even cannibals will be able to just take a pill. And the future is now.Though I haven't been writing here, I've been productive, editing manuscripts and making some of my favorite blank ( Read more... )

Disgusting things, tomato fruitworms.


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The bad spell of pain finally seems to be easing off. It still hurts, but I haven't needed a cane for several days, and 100-200 mgs. of tramadol controls it fairly well (as opposed to the bad days, when even 300-400 mgs. only just makes it bearable). And the asparagus, to which I probably owe at least part of this spell, is coming up. I had to ( Read more... )

Thanks for all the short story votes. "Mussolini and the Axeman's Jazz" was the runaway winner (which made me happy, as I've always liked that story, especially since I visited my first St. Joseph altars while researching it), followed by "Self-Made Man." The latter story has already been online quite a bit, though, so I suggested the third runner- ( Read more... )

Another brief word, and then we can leave this tiresome subject alone ... but just in case anyone else ever gets ideas about going all Dr. Phil on my ass ( Read more... )

I've had my property peed, shat, and puked upon, clawed, shredded, chewed, eaten, smashed, spilled, stolen, and otherwise destroyed by cats. The first two kittens Chris and I ever had together, left alone in my tiny apartment for less than thirty minutes, created such a jaw-dropping mess of dry lentils, split peas, sugar, oil, various spices, and ( Read more... )

One of my recent really bad habits is just not wanting to bother to eat. Sometimes I do the right thing and have an Ensure or a smoothie. Sometimes, though, I do the Very Wrong Thing and look at disgusting material to kill my appetite entirely. Blood and guts don't do it for me; they're interesting but not sickening. What grosses me out most is ( Read more... )

Dear Garry Trudeau,

I am a poor little old crippled man who spends hours each day in my bed of pain. Recently I was excited to obtain your beautiful but extremely huge slipcased volume 40: A Doonesbury Retrospective, and I spent many happy hours revisiting the old friends you created. Unfortunately, one time when I reached over to take the book ( Read more... )