Happy Halloween, Legions of Fans!
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Quick post today (lot’s of H-ween work to be done). I just watched John An American Werewolf in London for the first time. John Landis’ 1981 horror film is a definite high point in the genre. The humor is well deployed and doesn’t detract from the spookiness. Also, it’s streaming on Netflix and Amazon Prime right now. Continue reading
Up Above My Head by Sister Rosetta Tharpe.
Enjoy.
Belshazzar by Rembrandt courtesy of the National Gallery
In the same hour came forth fingers of a man’s hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaister of the wall of the king’s palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Then the king’s countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Daniel 5:5-6
Nebuchadnezzar by William Blake via Wikipedia
The same hour was the thing fulfilled upon Nebuchadnezzar: and he was driven from men, and did eat grass as oxen, and his body was wet with the dew of heaven, till his hairs were grown like eagles’ feathers, and his nails like birds’ claws.
– Daniel 4:33
via Talking Trash
Yeah, I’m running on discarded paper napkins right now, but it doesn’t mean you won’t get the shoddy excuse for entertainment you’ve come to expect from this blog. Here is the latest installment of my short story ‘Is It not Midnight’.
If you haven’t been reading along so far. You can catch up here:
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6
Frankel and Winslow exited the shabby doorway of the St. Francis House of Hospitality and stepped into the chill of Autumn. The afternoon shadows were lengthening. The setting sun struck the shelter’s dirty facade, bathing it in gold.
“Another dead end,” Frankel swore. “How is it possible to be homeless in this city and never set foot in a damned shelter, soup kitchen or bus bench. What’s next on the list?”
Both men climbed into Frankel’s unmarked Crown Victoria. Winslow’s shoes rested on an assortment of styrofoam containers and wrappers from local eateries and national chains.
“Listen, why don’t you take off for the day?” said Winslow. “It’s been a long day. Let me check the next place and see if they recognise our victim.”
Frankel turned the keys in the ignition.
“And let some rookie get the glory? Not a chance,” Frankel grunted. “Besides, if we keep pounding the pavement we might just catch a break before the Hungarian gets here.”
Following the conversation with the Lieutenant, Frankel had been grumbling about “foreign influence.” Winslow thumbed through his smartphone for the list of shelters they had compiled.
“The New Day Refuge in Avondale,” said Winslow.
“Is that the one run by that New Age-y drum circle?” asked Frankel.
Winslow tapped and swiped his screen a few more times. The Crown Vic slid into traffic.
“The New Church of the Golden Age,” said Winslow. “They appear to have been investing heavily in social programs lately. They’re building a new pregnancy crisis center too.”
“Funny, I thought all those guys did was dance naked in the forest around a fire.”
When they arrived at the New Day Refuge, the building’s white facade had turned a faded crimson in the setting sun. The surrounding area was a wasteland of abandoned shopfronts, scrubby dead grass, and asphalt. Above the main entrance, some gilded text read, “A NEW DAY DAWNS.” It made a semi-circle above the doorway.
Lap it up little kittens. Lap it up.
I’ve been less active on m’blog than I’d planned recently. Sorry. If you want an excuse, it isn’t forthcoming. But what is forthcoming, is some fresh, original, and free content. Yes, free is code for “not very good.” You don’t believe it? Get the free version of something in your app store right now. I dare you.
Anyhoo. When you read and right for a living, you come across certain buzzwords, cliches and phrases that, after the two jillionth repetition, make a man go looking for a pitchfork to lean into. Here’s a few that have been grinding my gears lately.
So that’s what I’ve got going on right now.
What phrases or words to you guys hate?
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A very practical from the always illuminating Sarah Hoyt.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I can get lost in research for years on end. It’s the perfect excuse to climb down a hole and pull it in after me, the hole in this case being interesting factoids that had never come my way, or narratives of exploring strange lands, or… After a […]
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