I can't write a eulogy for Robin Williams, though I wish I could. He's been part of my cultural landscape since (and it's bizarre that I can lay a finger on the exact day), February 28th, 1978 - thirty-six years ago - when Mork was introduced to the world via an episode of Happy Days. I was in eighth grade. And Robin Williams has been there ever ( Read more... )

I've already made this announcement on Facebook: After having been told - again - that I need to find "constructive outlets" for my anger, I've hit upon one. From here on, when someone comes at me with that bullshit line about AVATAR being racist, one copy of the DVD will be donated to a public library somewhere in the US, and it will be donated in ( Read more... )

Jesus God on a moped, it's currently 45˚F in Birmingham, while it's 60˚F here. Honestly, where is the secret volcanic eruption? Or asteroid impact (the Russian meteor was much too small, maybe by an order of magnitude)? When I was a kid, we called this sort of mess a blackberry winter. Anyway, I am actually, very temporarily, pleased that I'm not ( Read more... )

Here's the ruckus. There are three things in my life that bring me joy, without fail. What's more, each of these things is, essentially, free. No, I'll not tell you what those three things are. But, because I am not an utter cocksucker, I will say that one of them isn't writing, and if anyone should happen to guess what the other three are, I'll ( Read more... )

I'll make no apologies for the tone of yesterday's post. There are no regrets. I will only offer an opaque excuse, that I have been made a party to what is, in my estimation, a sickening tragedy. One that could have easily been prevented. One I tried to prevent. And now I will carry the fact of it in my head for years ( Read more... )

Great relief over Gustav. This time, Cuba took the blow.

A black day of unfocused and unfocusable anger yesterday, and so a Lost Day. A mostly Lost Day. There was a hint of redemption towards the end.

Day before yesterday, well, that was spent getting Sirenia Digest #33 ready to go out (thank you Gordon, and Vince, and Geoffrey), but I also ( Read more... )

Something like eight hours of sleep last night, and this morning I am much improved ( Read more... )

I learned last night (thank you sovay) that I'm a World Fantasy Award finalist, twice over. To Charles Fort, With Love has been nominated for Best Collection, and "La Peau Verte" has been nominated for Best Short Story. In both categories, I am in august company (Kelly Link, Joe Hill, Peter S. Beagle, Holly Phillips, Bruce Holland Rogers, George ( Read more... )