Digging through some old boxes, stumbled onto this little pamphlet. Way I remember my first reading, it was for this story “West Texas Dirt” I’d won an award for, in 1994, the last year of my undergrad work at Texas Tech. I guess I must have done this one too, though—with a friend I’d go
Meaning: I’m seeing Billie Jean on the shelf at Goodwill. Hoping there’s still one of these there on November 1st, as I really-really want one:
Very much digging it. Not at all an easy adaptation. Dug the comic, of course. And really digging his supercab Ford in the television version: I’ve watched so many shows just to get to look at the ride. This may be another, in a very long line.
Which is pretty much what May was, when Mongrels came out. But this is September-land, man. The road, though, it’s a big long slip ‘n slide, isn’t it? You take that first step, then you just keep going and going. This is from the plenary address/discussion/interview at the Western Literature Association’s 2016 conference in Big
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
This is so right, so real. It’s how you feel, growing up in Texas, then one day leaving. [ from Terms of Endearment ] Then, once you’re somewhere else, this is always playing in all your backgrounds:
Also, all the other months. But it’s in October that I’m getting to intro Wolfen, The Company of Wolves, and The Howling. Talking about Wolfen at The Alamo Drafthouse down in Denver: [ link ] TalkingThe Company of Wolves and The Howling here at CU Boulder’s International Film Series: [ link / link ] Need
It’s always driven my crazy, how Guns n’ Roses just apostrophes the truncated ‘d’ of their “and,” but just leaves us all wondering what happened to the ‘a.’ It’s a petty concern, granted, but it seems to me that, if you’re not going to go just with a straight, naked ‘n,’ then you’re kind of compelled
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
Not going to try to claim When Harry Met Sally and Alien are the EXACT same movie, don’t get me wrong. But, I DID watch them back-to-back last night, and found what might be a secret code or symbol or key to the universe—both feature this mesmerizing drinky bird:
Which is really probably my favorite thing in the world: a recipe-as-story, a ransom-note-as-story. glossary-as-story. Much etc—honestly, I want to compile them all into a big book of happiness. Anyway, this non-story story, it lines up quite well with Daniel Orozco’s “Officer’s Weep” story, from his Orientation collection (and . . . was it originally
My “The Spindly Man” story, first from Ellen Datlow’s Fearful Symmetries and then from my After the People Lights Have Gone Off, it’s now clickable at Sean Wallace’s The Dark: [ that click ] And, it’s audio’d there as well, by Kate Baker, whom a lot of you may know from Clarkesworld. Fleet Cooper reads
Yeah, Deadwood and Hannibal and Breaking Bad, and STNG and X-Files and Twin Peaks, and Brisco Co., Jr and The Good Guys and Newsradio and Happy Valley and Monk and Northern Exposure and Psych and all the rest—all my favorite television stuff. Still, none of them have ever been quite this cool:
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:
What I think about after peeling back through all those years of the Western movie, it’s the western now. As in, why was all the cool stuff back when? Is the myth of the Old West not as vital anymore? Are we telling ourselves different stories today? And how has the Western movie changed? Did
Third ep of season 3, a newly longhaired Clay and an about-to-shift teen werewolf:
I think I fell into a tailspin of rewatching—and watching for the first time, in some cases—Westerns over August because of a couple of things, that happened right close to each other: I read Joe R. Lansdale’s Paradise Sky, which was and is amazing, and I rented Forsaken, which is also really, really good. Anyway,
Art based on Mongrels, by the talented and cool Jolyon Yates: For more Mongrels-y art, here’s the click.
if you’re just super cool, and have been hired on this movie (3:10 to Yuma, 1957) probably expressly for some trick-riding. But, man: this is something you don’t see anymore, right? I mean, both that running mount followed by just beating it across the road and the needless showmanship—the kind of celebration of an art
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
I have to share my favorite #BlairWitch anecdote since the (really good) sequel is coming soon. pic.twitter.com/rsOBAsEf1O — BenDavid Grabinski (@realbdgrabinski) July 29, 2016
Dug it, of course. How not to? Just done with it a couple nights ago, I guess (binge-watching: not for me), and am now peeling through all the links I’d saved back for when spoilers didn’t matter. Was going to write something about what worked, what didn’t—very little didn’t—but then Chuck Wendig did hisTerrible Minds
This post is not endorsed by facebook. Nor twitter. Though it is because of twitter I’m writing it. Just noticed I’m up to about 7100 tweets. So I did what any rational dude would do: opened my calculator app, multiplied “7100” by a guessed-at average tweet-length of 120 characters. Where that gets me is: 852,000
Was a good signing line for this last night. It’ll forever be my first comic book signing line, too. And this’ll forever be my . . . first published comic project, I guess (“Werewolves on the Moon,” a chapter of Mongrels adapted to a ten-page comic, is coming out in an anthology at some point,
One of the cooler group-photos I’ll ever get to have been in, I suspect, since, I mean, it’s too late for me to photobomb The Right Stuff or Reservoir Dogs, or sneak into that hot tub with Steve McQueen, or jump off the roof behind Joan Didion’s Vette: And, for reference, here’s the original: So cool
