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: […]
Of flash fiction, anyway. Just stumbled on this—I forget who it was for (maybe Christopher Rosales, the editor? maybe myself-only?), but I know what it was for: States of Grace. The little pocket-sized book I still can hardly believe I was lucky enough to get published. Not e-, not even on Amazon, I don’t think.
Thanks to Xach Fromson for the headsup on this: [ link ] Was just tweeting about it a few weeks ago, with even the same pic: Y’know, all these years and films later, Flatliners is still one of the scarier moviegoing nights I’ve had pic.twitter.com/2SdAHdGjXF — Stephen Graham Jones (@SGJ72) June 23, 2016 Thinking now
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
So cool, watching The Elvis Room come alive these past few months, thanks to one Andrew Schwarz. I’ve seen rough cuts, and hope to see it on a big screen somewhere in its film-fest run (starting with Fantasia). Thanks to Andrew Schwarz for making it happen. Here’s some stills: Pictured, that’s: Keir Gilchrist, Corbin Bernson,
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
In a movie where each scene is cooler and more iconic than the last, this one maybe rises to the top: Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood. It’s #WerewolfWednesday, so give your Big Bad Wolf a kiss. pic.twitter.com/0CFGg3PhDp — Lykanos Wulfheart (@Lykanos_Wulf) June 23, 2016
The trick with this, the eleventh installment of these, it’s figuring how to list the first ten in a way I haven’t done before. Last time I used Def Leppard. Can’t remember what happened before that. Let’s see, let’s see—I know. How about: Also? I could have written a novella in the time it took
Was just on a panel about villains at Denver ComicCon—actually, my second villains-panel there—and then, just now, I went all the long way down to Alamo Drafthouse to see Footloose on the big screen for the first time in thirty-two years, then listened to the Sir Patrick Stewart episode of The Nerdist on the way
Don’t think I’ve ever done a write-up for a single issue of a comic book. But this #1 of Green Arrow / Rebirth—it earns that ‘rebirth.’ First, of course, I didn’t at all see the last Percy arc of Green Arrow going off the rails in any way. I mean, if anybody’s going to appreciate
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
It’s happening ON A SHIP. In CALIFORNIA. I’m THERE, GoH’ing. Click HERE for that.
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
Oh, man, don’t have time really even to mini-review all of these (edit: that’s a lie. I couldn’t help it). But they’re far and away the best stuff I’ve seen lately: This one—wow. Halfway between Tombstone and Unforgiven, and kind of built on the dramatic backbone of Shane. Doc rides again. Unlike most westerns, though,
Makes me half-nervous, making fun, as I know you see your own frailties best in others. But still—well, I don’t like coffee, or beer, or fine dining. But I’m sure I’m a poser in some way all the same: List of Things That Don’t Make You A Writer When I moved to Austin, I was
Y’all been hearing the same thing I have? That we’re kind of easing into a novella-friendly space? Like: http://io9.gizmodo.com/tor-com-explains-why-novellas-are-the-future-of-publish-1685440234 http://www.nytimes.com/2016/03/22/business/media/james-patterson-has-a-big-plan-for-small-books.html? And more and more, I’m sure. As for what constitutes a novella, a short novel, a novelette, a long story . . . who knows. I mean: editors know. There’s word-count thresholds. Granted, they maybe
This must by my first post about food, ever. Anyway, was just commenting on a friend’s pic of a some pie on Facebook—can’t link to it, but the Instagram’d version’s here—and realized that the reason I have yet to try keylime pie (that’s what the pie in question was), even though I promised myself to
