Movies I Missed in 2018
I mean, saw a handful of these, but I need to see them all:
Man, West Texas on The Simpsons, after, what? Thirty years? Worth the wait: Now I just need to composite this ancient-old “Simpsons yourself” trick into that pasture and it’ll be like I’m a real guest star:
I assume: Cedar Hollow’s year-end best-of. Honored to have a certain yellow book included:
Just wanted to say that, really. But, to be more precise: excellent stack of books to be in:
Decided to do this as a list this time, instead of letting some of them auto-embed—felt messy, having both kinds of links/previews. So, here’s the best of what I’ve been reading lately: “Crackdown on sexist ads outlaws bad female driver and inept dad commercials“ “Brandon Hobson on Recovering Cherokee Myths from His Grandfather’s Notebook“ “What
Which is going to be a movie/TV-heavy list, for the first time ever. Not because my tastes or habits changed—fiction on the page is still and always where it’s at for me—but because, since I’m now judging for the World Fantasy Awards for 2018, it would feel a bit . . . weird and unclassy,
Every time I go to stand up or lift something and I feel all creaky and broken, I think back to all this, and remember how much I prefer groany creaks and leftover breaks to stitches and recovery and PT: I keep these handy/on my phone, so that I won’t get lured into a pickup
Just in time for late Christmas: reprint over at Nightmare. Originally showed up in October Dreams II, then in Best Horror of the Year 8. And . . . I kind of have a memory of hearing someone do the audio for this, too—read it out loud. Can’t remember where or when, though. Just that
Available now, wherever you get your audio novels. Narrated by Eric G. Dove, of . . . man, check it out: lot of stuff. And now a latterday slasher:
Will be falling on Mongrels, before too long. Screencapped this one out to nab birdland’s ‘the basic gist-of’ translation:
I mean, pretty much there’s two kinds of slashers, yes? Not talking “Excellent” and “Trying to Cash In” here, but “Straightforward” and . . . “Playing with the Genre,” I guess you could say? Which, of course Scream didn’t start, as in, it wasn’t first-first—the Golden Age was more self-aware than we give it credit