werewolves

Y’know? That last one of these, number twenty, I kind of ended it in a “so long farewell been fun see ya later”-way. But I was all mopey-goodbye way too early, turns out. I may keep doing these until the paperback hits in January, I mean. October’s for werewolves after all. Anyway/first, here’s the wolves

Thanks to my student from wayback Jo Anna Gaona Albiar for showing me this. Not only are pantyhose murder. So are many fashion accessories:

Twenty, man, wow. Thought this was a werewolf novel, but I think the book itself is a zombie: it keeps on going. Well, guess zombies don’t have the complete market on that: But that really belongs on the It Came from Del Rio page. This page? It’s all werewolves all the time: all day, every

I think when you’re not on facebook all that terrible much—or maybe it’s this way for everyone?—when you do log on, the system serves up some of your old posts for your eyes only, kind of like giving you ideas for how a post works, I guess, or what counts as content, or perhaps it’s,

Nearly to twenty, here. Somehow/already/amazing/cool. Here’s all the Mongrels before: the Wolves of Yore one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen And, The Wolfen, man. I think The Wolfen wasn’t just the first werewolf novel I read, but one of the first novels I

[ via Tom Mavroudis ]

An lo, did we come unto installment number eighteen already. And, let’s just do this to link to the others: Prior Wolves one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen Then let’s start in Johannesburg, South Africa:     My kind of library display:    

Art based on Mongrels, by the talented and cool Jolyon Yates: For more Mongrels-y art, here’s the click.

Is seventeen a prime number? I can’t think of anything that divides happily into it, anyway. Well, except the sixteen before: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI And let’s start this time with a couple snapshots in words of Mongrels:   And here’s the yellow

Cool. Or, I could just say: TVTropes.  

Actually, I wrote Mongrels (and the chapter this could pertain to) a couple of months before cueing this one up. However, Peter Beagle’s famous old story “Lila the Werewolf?” I definitely knew that one. [ Shelter from Eve Edelson on Vimeo, which his where you have to watch this one, looks like . . . ] Check here for

In Colorado, it’s all about the fourteeners. Here, we’re all about the sixteener—which this is, somehow, already, after all these months. So cool, all the werewolf stuff coming my way, all the Mongrels snapshots &etc happening still. All of everything, including all the previous installments, which are going to tax my Julius Caesar numbering:  I II III

Thinking I should have been somehow tagging these snapshots through all fourteen other iterations of this. That way I could re-index, put, say, all the Litsy ones in a gallery, all the “with pets”-ones somewhere, all the “act-of-reading” or whatever ones in another place. Categories are starting to emerge, I mean. Check the out, they’re

This week’s Mongrels roundup, brought to you by the waning battery of my ever-unreliant iPhone, and with a catch-up list provided by last week’s roundup, stairstep-style: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen And? To start out, we get to go back to the dogs. Always the dogs. Thanks, Chip:  

Some cool stuff showing up now and again. Here’s three — first couple from Jordan Dyke: Then me, mid-transformation, from Joe Sherry: And Anne Barnetson: And? Chances are I’ve forgot something, someone, some perfect thing. Let me know, I’ll sneak it onto this page. Like this, a recent one from Jolyon Yates. I give you

Or, I can’t deny that I read this like eighty-nine times in the wide-open years before ever setting werewolf pen to werewolf paper:

If you’re just coming to this at #13, here, then, welp, there’s some clicking-back, if you’re interested—lots of masks and pets and Mongrels: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve First and favorite—this doesn’t even really involve Mongrels, except insofar as Scooby-Doo is so deep in my heart it could

You usually get either three, seven, ten, or twelve installments of a thing, don’t you? Here we are already at twelve somehow. Also almost at twelve? The clock I’m under right now. A scheduled lunch. So, instead of stacking a big series of wolfy images up as links to the previous iterations of this—I actually just said

That “derogatory” part—man, just search twitter. However, over on instagram (which I hardly know), it’s mostly dog-pics. Looks like “mongrels” is a lot of other things, too: a boot/shoe thing:   a screen protector: a gang in Australia: a band out of Michigan (very cool tracks, too; their fb-page): another band (this one out of

“X” as in Jason X, yes. I did love that installment. Jason all chrome, and in space, with the same machete as ever? I can’t even imagine how to imagine that. Luckily I just got to go the movies, see it. Anyway, this may be the longest of these screencap sessions yet. Reason being: been

Werewolves on the beach: definitely; forever; please. No better place to be.

Nine of these already? I think so. I mean, I’m no expert professional seasoned counter or anything, and my roman-numeral-fu maybe isn’t operating at the absolute highest level, but still, here we are, I think. And? Here’s where we’ve been: one werewolf, two werewolves, three werewolves, four. Five werewolves, six werewolves, seven werewolves, and one more.  That’s

For anybody just catching this broadcast on the digital shortwave, here’s installments one, two, three, four, five, six, and lucky number slevin. Also? It kind of makes me sad that I had to actually think to title this one—I mean, think to Roman-numeral it Not that “VIII” is hard, or should be, but, man, when I was in

Part 7 already? I mean, I did the first one of these kind of as a lark. And now I’ve got enough pics and screencaps after this one for an eights installment. Thank you all so much. Verymuch digging seeing Mongrels in ever tab on my browser—and in everybody’s lenses. Means everything. Times two. For