Since I was updating everything else, I went ahead and stuffed what covers/links I could into the Anthologies-page here as well. That pages goes and goes and goes, man. I remember in grad school always being floored by how many stories Stephen Dixon had published—somewhere north of “300,” as I recall. I was at maybe […]
Just like last year, I had this idea that doing a monthly post would make it a snap to figure out my best of the years: just scroll through, it’ll be obvious. I wish. Though it does make it easier to remember stuff from before summer, say. So, without further whatever, and by category, and
Slaughter, D-A-D, Skid Row, Poison, Mötley Crüe, Warrant, Ratt, Faster Pussycat, Tesla, Kix, King Kobra, Trixter, Jackyl, Cinderella, Guns n’ Roses, Lita Ford, Bon Jovi, Vixen, Twisted Sister, Steel Dragon, Bang Tango, Quiet Riot, Def Leppard, LA Guns, Great White, Whitesnake—these are a few of my favorite things. Which I guess is just another way
Texas Tech Library’s got all my stuff as of about a year and a half ago. Looks to be catalogued, now:
I’ve always been torn about who my favorite Star Trek captain might be—like Weird Al says, it’s a hard decision: But now, with this, I don’t know, there’s another contender: As you can tell from my recent swing through Texas, ketchup only is the way to go (didn’t really want the cheese, but he kept
Well, not NEW-new—never had that kind—but new-to-me. And, too, the newest I’ve ever had. Before this, 1988 was as close to the present as I’d ever come with a truck. I tend to land in the late sixties, early seventies. But I recently sold all those old ones, had to face the fact that I
Two words I don’t usually put together, true. More used to seeing my name plus “Come to the office” or “All you can eat” or, with impolitely unsubdued laughter, “Security deposit?” Nevertheless, this is a real live thing: Interview in there, updates, how-to, who-to, where-to, all kinds of stuff. Very cool. Who’d have ever thought,
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
Late late late. I feel like the white rabbit. My excuse? Wrapping a big project, putting all my words there. But, c’mon, dude, this isn’t even words, this is just pictures:
Living and dying by Magnum PI growing up, I of course fell head over heels for this color scheme: However, helicopters being far from any reality I knew, and trucks being ALL of my reality, I of course, then, wanted a truck with that color scheme, as Ford was doing in the late seventies: Is
That being Buster’s ‘Welcome home from jail!’ party from ep.5 of the new/current season of Arrested Development, where all the food is limited (“limited”) by his unadventurous palate:
Hey, this tweet got enough hearts that, were it Link, he’d now be functionally immortal. But I guess this is A link, anyway: Never know if you don’t try pic.twitter.com/OIncv7WrqJ — Stephen Graham Jones (@SGJ72) July 21, 2018 Anyway, yes, I subscribe to that philosophy. It’s a big reason I have so many scars, so
Tom Paris, saying aloud the creed I live by, pretty much. And? This is my only persistent problem with intergalactic humans in stories: they always come out of warp at some Mos Eisley of a truckstop and just eat whatever’s being served. I can’t help but think that would be instant death. Not just of
Wending my way through my school’s book-ordering stuff, and I thought, Wait, wonder if I’m in here. Turns out I am. Or, I was, eight years ago. I remember that year, too. I was wondering if I’d ever have another book out. Never really thought I’d have fifteen or sixteen out. Cool. Here’s to eight
I mean, like, literally. Each of these boxes are about fifty pounds, I’d guess: Also the other kind of heavy, though—the Back to the Future kind of heavy, except this is about the past: those are all my papers. Every manuscript, all my undergraduate and graduate files, a bit of teaching stuff, my PhD comps,
Stephen Graham Jones is one of the great writers of his generation, and is not read and celebrated nearly as often as he deserves.#FF him on Twitter as well: @SGJ72 pic.twitter.com/Rs3tf2kEfU — Arinn Dembo (@Erinys) February 26, 2018
Figure everybody needs a Slash-hat, Ozzy-specs kind of author photo. Not that I’ll ever get use this one on a book jacket:
In the shiny new Automata Review: https://automatareview.com/why-i-write-stephen-graham-jones
This is a thrown-together couple minutes—camera crew came to the office, got a reel together to zap to all the news/radio places (thus: I’m on the radio a lot this morning). Also, I hear that I was wrong about Memorial Day. So it goes. Anyway, what I kept getting asked was what’s up with the
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Best chicken strips in town, and also ever: Dark Horse Bar and Grill. I don’t know what they do to the outside of them, the skin, the batter, but it’s perfect. Best fish and chips in town, and, I’m pretty sure, also ever: Backcountry Pizza. The fish here is somehow very heavy and dense. There’s
