Why Does That Lady Have Ice Cream All Over Her Face?

More fun from Udargo. (Definitely R-Rated).
This guy is a freakin' genius.

Progress Report

The copyediting of Good Day in Hell is done, at least for now. My style is, apparently, somewhat eccentric to your average copyeditor, so it was a lot of work putting back in the little stylistic touches that had been stripped out: the flashbacks rendered in italics, shouting rendered as ALL CAPS rather than italics(a holdover from all those nights on the Internets, I guess).
I keep thinking back to the books I've read by sci-fi writer Alfred Bester, who liked to use words to literally draw pictures on the page (check out the telepath cocktail party scene in The Demolished Man for example). Now, I keep thinking, "Man, Bester must have given his copyeditor fits."

November Rain

A Trip Down Memory Lane with Burton and Jefferson.

God, I Love This Country

Where else in the world can you find a Kiss Cover Band Made Up Entirely of Midgets?

Quote of the Day

From Otis Twelve, guestblogging at Confessions of an Idiosyncratic Mind: : "I am supposed to be a writer, and unless I do a little writing everyday it’s hard to tell that’s what I am."

My Son, the Wiseacre: Part One

I went to Lowe's today to get various home improvement items. While I was there, I indulged a long-standing whimsy and picked up some wrought iron torches that attach to the edge of the deck and burn citronella oil. The gently guttering flame gives the backyard a nice barbaric feel, I think. And the citronella, so I hear, keeps the bugs away.

So...the sun goes down. I light the torches. I take the laptop out on the deck to do a little net surfing, a little blogging, etc.

My 13 year old son comes out, sees me typing away, and says with a perfectly straight face, "Ah. Blogging by torchlight. As our forefathers did."

Then he went back inside.

I love that kid.