You’re fantastic. All of you.
(Especially you. You’re my favourite. Don’t tell the others.)
This blog hit 1000 views today, and I have to tell you how thankful I am. I know that 1000 isn’t much to some blogs. Some get several times that every day.
But what matters to me, right now, is that 1000 times you guys have visited this site. 1000 times, you let me into your life, however briefly, and we hung out for a bit. That’s just cool.
So thanks. You rule.
Need a bloody little gift for your darkest Valentine?
Click to see the silver version
from The Great Frog, London
Check out the tiny rubies! When you want to tell her you bleed for her…
(via Huffington Post)
My dad passed away yesterday. We had long been estranged and I WILL BE OKAY. I’m upset, but I don’t want everyone being upset for me. I’m alright. Promise.
I’m going to take a couple days to get my shit together, then I’ll be back to blogging daily like normal.
Most Thursdays I watch The First 48.
Being from a (very thankfully) low-violent-crime area, the show is shocking. It’s sad, and morbidly fascinating, as the cameras pan through bloodied crime scenes and show blurred corpses laying about. The past few seasons I’ve noticed the shows have been much more censored in terms of what we are and aren’t allowed to see. I respect that, in terms of protecting the family, but the show has lost a lot of the impact it had before.
Still, death is interesting. In fact, I’ve thought about doing crime-scene and decomp cleanup for a living. It’s interesting, the things that bother some people and not others. Gore bothers me, sure, but it doesn’t scare me at all.
The recent censoring begs the question: how much is too much? Should we be allowed to see real death on television? What if the death is self-inflicted?
I’m taking the night off blogging to get this house in order. BUT at the end of it all, I’ll have myself a shiny new office. Then, such horrors will I write, such wonderful, terrifying horrors…
Check back tomorrow for more guts.
“Kinetic typography—the technical name for “moving text”—is an animation technique mixing motion and text to express ideas using video animation.” (Wikipedia)
I’ve seen some of these before, but an airing of Pulp Fiction last night brought them to mind. I love how the addition of text adds another layer of interest and mood to these scenes.
If you’re anything like me, you’ll find it impossible not to read along with the words the characters are saying.
A new favourite is this one, for the novel House of Leaves
What do you think? Does the text add to the emotional experience, or detract from it?
Happy Friday the 13th!
Since I’m not exactly a superstitious person (I write this with a black cat in my lap), I thought it might be interesting to learn about what spooks other people.
Here are some of the more obscure phobias I found via Wikipedia’s List of Phobias:
1. Agyrophobia, the fear of crossing the road
2. Chaetophobia, fear of hair
3. Ebulliophobia, fear of bubbles
4. Gymnophobia, fear of nudity
5. Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, fear of the number 666
6. Hylophobia, fear of wood, forests, or trees
7. Osmophobia, fear of smells
8. Oikophobia, fear of home and appliances
9. Phagophobia, fear of swallowing
10. Somniphobia, fear of sleep
11. Tetraphobia, fear of the number 4
12. Scoleciphobia, fear of worms
and…
13. Paraskevidekatriaphobia, fear of Friday the 13th!
What scares YOU?
I always said I’d consider myself a successful writer if, one day, a complete stranger walked into a bookstore and decided to buy my book.
Things are a little different: I’m not widely available in print (yet!) and ebooks aren’t sold in stores. But I have been selling, and selling to people I’ve never met.
That’s exciting, because people who don’t know me don’t feel like they “owe” me. Friends, family, and coworkers have been supporting me from the start (and I love you guys for it, and you’re wonderful!). It’s different, though, with someone I don’t know. For a stranger to decide to take a risk on my work, to even go so far as to throw down some of their money…it’s an amazing feeling. They’re judging my work for what it is. They’ve sampled it, or read the free story, or whatever, and decided my writing is worth buying.
Without “obligations”. Without personal bias.
I just wanted to say thank you. Thanks to everyone out there reading my stuff, in whatever form, and a special thank you to all you “strangers” for taking the chance.
You make me want to work harder and be a better writer, even though you’ve already made me a success.
I’ve got a tattoo consultation on Thursday, which of course made me Google myself silly looking at other people’s work.
Everyone’s favourite clown! Yay!
Click the picture above to see some incredible horror-themed pieces. (And no, Mom, I’m not getting anything you’d be afraid to look at.)
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