You know that old Who song “Squeeze Box” — Momma’s Got a Squeeze Box / Daddy Never Sleeps at Night? Pretty sure it would apply nearly* perfectly to me, if I had this contraption: * why ‘nearly’? I kind of halfway suspect there might be some sexual connoting going on in those lyrics, that I […]
http://www.tor.com/2017/06/23/haunting-the-body-mapping-the-interior-by-stephen-graham-jones/ Epic Stitching Rocket Stack Rank (spoilers, as the rvw says) Fiction Unbound
Which, really, reminds me of: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4WgT9gy4zQA Which singing then reminds me of: But if I don’t stop now, at three, I’ll soon find this rabbit-hole to be bottomless.
http://thebrazenbull.com/books/mapping-interior-stephen-graham-jones-review-2/ Mapping the Interior Review: Hey-na, My Ghost Dad’s Back And Fine Print, which won’t auto-preview, for reasons mysterious-to-me reasons.
Which, I should probably say: I’m a committed bubble-bath reader myself: I've got suds, a 32oz @CaptainMorganUS & @CocaColaCo, and a new one from @SGJ72. I didn't make it awkward, did I? pic.twitter.com/MaPDNrpRwW — David Tromblay (@davidtromblay) June 22, 2017
Is it a boat? Is it a balloon? No, it’s an enormous inflated dead whale https://t.co/OLyjUyhKUV pic.twitter.com/CZkjISYfut — Fadi Qassis (@fadiqassis) July 29, 2016
Kind of swamped here in Massachusetts this week (literally: it’s the kind of humid here that’s like a sauna), haven’t had time to proper announce that today’s the day, but: today’s the day. Here’s some of the stuff I’ve seen so far: Which is from the Tor.com offices, I think—just search “Mapping the Interior” in
Or,  West Texas, at least, which, for eighteen years, was pretty much all the world I could confirm there was. Once had a hotel in Junction, Texas tell me “You’re in luck, you get the last room.” pic.twitter.com/4WlYxkbMmk — Jason Truitt (@JasonHGTruitt) June 19, 2017
http://www.tor.com/2017/06/15/french-fries-spandex-and-other-surefire-ways-to-kill-a-werewolf/
I got to be a small part of this: The Ask: What Environmental Issues Give Nightmares to Horror Writers?
I mean, yeah, this is a tough one to crack: But, I mean, I did kind of offer what I consider a pretty rational solution: Rising Star
Which is a good Randy Travis song. But, I’m actually talking about real physical crumbly cool bones, here not metaphorical sad nostalgic bones: http://www.tor.com/2017/06/08/amateur-archaeology-from-bone-yards-to-writing-desks/
I’ve only ever had two kind of holy grail acts: Bruce Springsteen and Bob Seger. But back when they were touring harder, I was . . . well, I didn’t end up in their amphitheaters, anyway. I mean, I didn’t even see Metallica or Motley Crue until the 2000s. So, I Â figured I’d missed out.
This is like that one in Werewolf of London (1935), just, straight on: Here’s that Werewolf of London one: And here’s another clever way to do it—in shadow:
Part 1’s live today. Other parts coming around every Saturday for a bit here. http://gamut.online/node/204
http://www.tor.com/sweepstakes/mapping-the-interior-sweepstakes
And of course I veered werewolf-ward: http://www.tor.com/2017/05/31/the-horror-story-we-all-know/
And, you can’t tell, but I’m standing on an actual red carpet, here. My first ever red carpet. Talking to John Palisano before the Stoker banquet on the Queen Mary in Long Beach, for StokerCon 2017.
