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HappleB wrote: "I'd like to congratulate you and all your HST associates for getting the beginnings of the exposure they truly deserve."Thanks, but if readers even bother with the quarterlies, it's the cover models who probably deserve the most credit. Sneak peek at the latest here.
Nice. One one leval she seems brazen and on the other shy.
I like.
I like.
Arthur wrote; "It's the cover models who probably deserve the most credit."
I'm sure they help, but also are far from the whole story. But, I think you've hit on something. Visuals. Most people are entirely visual; that's what all the realtors tell me anyway. And books are including more visuals for a while now. Coupled with people's penchants to go short ...............
So how about HST Quarterly including some pictures? When pictures or drawings are mentioned most people mistakenly think comic book or a full pager every other page. No, they can be done any way you'd like, and if in black and white don't drive printing costs through the roof.
I've been learning that the smaller the picture the lesser the need for high quality, which is essential on a full pager. I'm not volunteering for a job and would say no if offered one, but just as there are plenty of poets looking for exposure, I bet there are a lot of illustrators willing to do the same thing.
It then becomes the editor's job to pair the right ones.
I don't know how to send it here; so I put a picture you well know in a pdf file which I sent under private mail in a file called "Temp Book" or "Temp Something." It just has a re-do in color and another in black and white. Keep in mind this was done by a novice.
I'm sure they help, but also are far from the whole story. But, I think you've hit on something. Visuals. Most people are entirely visual; that's what all the realtors tell me anyway. And books are including more visuals for a while now. Coupled with people's penchants to go short ...............
So how about HST Quarterly including some pictures? When pictures or drawings are mentioned most people mistakenly think comic book or a full pager every other page. No, they can be done any way you'd like, and if in black and white don't drive printing costs through the roof.
I've been learning that the smaller the picture the lesser the need for high quality, which is essential on a full pager. I'm not volunteering for a job and would say no if offered one, but just as there are plenty of poets looking for exposure, I bet there are a lot of illustrators willing to do the same thing.
It then becomes the editor's job to pair the right ones.
I don't know how to send it here; so I put a picture you well know in a pdf file which I sent under private mail in a file called "Temp Book" or "Temp Something." It just has a re-do in color and another in black and white. Keep in mind this was done by a novice.
And speaking of visuals; this thread is severely lagging in terms of visits and likes. It is time for you to put your "Arthur in draws" photo back on.
Over-rated #4- Brandon Sanderson. This one cannot be as bad as the first three, primarily because he is so well GR rated. I'd have liked to have seen what some other publications said of him, but they didn't choose to say anything. The stories are basically that the bad guys have gotten super powers and are using them to hurt the good people; from which a hero rises to combat them. OK; America 2016; with decrepit Bernie Sanders attempting to be heroic; and America 1968 with Robert Kennedy attempting to be heroic; and America 1932 with Huey Long ..................
Not as bad as most; though definitely formulaic. and geared toward teenage boys and those who still think they are. still at this point no candidate for a worst list.
But, I tried a few of them and came to see what I thought to be hyperbole when I read of some reviewers claiming to throw books at walls or into the fireplace. In each Sanderson loaded me up with many characters on the first few pages, each having names like Frodo or Frumphole or something else no-one has yet named a real person. Still OK.
But, then when I got to page 15 or so, I read that Frumphole said or did something, and had to chase back to pages 1 or 2 to find out WTF Frumphole is or was. This repeated with Frodo and the rest of the gang. I guess I'm being picky, as who else cares who these characters are? The point of the loooooooooooong books is that the hero is going to overcome all obstacles to fuck up the evil super powers. I only had to remember that Superman was going to take care of things and that Luis Line and Jimmy Whatever were only there to provide filler.
Sanderson has prided himself on writing clean copy; which basically means that an editor makes almost no changes, and the reader is left to use osmosis to figure out what Sanderson knows of Frodo, Frumphole, Line, and Whatever.
Sanderson also plays this nice guy crap. No trolling. Let's all be nice. Yet, when he had a chance to interview a potential competitor; Patrick Rothfuss, who I prefer, he bitched him right in the middle of the thing.
Here's Emily May on Mistborn #1, said to be Sanderson's best.
"It's quite dense, as is common in a lot of epic fantasy novels."
Not as bad as most; though definitely formulaic. and geared toward teenage boys and those who still think they are. still at this point no candidate for a worst list.
But, I tried a few of them and came to see what I thought to be hyperbole when I read of some reviewers claiming to throw books at walls or into the fireplace. In each Sanderson loaded me up with many characters on the first few pages, each having names like Frodo or Frumphole or something else no-one has yet named a real person. Still OK.
But, then when I got to page 15 or so, I read that Frumphole said or did something, and had to chase back to pages 1 or 2 to find out WTF Frumphole is or was. This repeated with Frodo and the rest of the gang. I guess I'm being picky, as who else cares who these characters are? The point of the loooooooooooong books is that the hero is going to overcome all obstacles to fuck up the evil super powers. I only had to remember that Superman was going to take care of things and that Luis Line and Jimmy Whatever were only there to provide filler.
Sanderson has prided himself on writing clean copy; which basically means that an editor makes almost no changes, and the reader is left to use osmosis to figure out what Sanderson knows of Frodo, Frumphole, Line, and Whatever.
Sanderson also plays this nice guy crap. No trolling. Let's all be nice. Yet, when he had a chance to interview a potential competitor; Patrick Rothfuss, who I prefer, he bitched him right in the middle of the thing.
Here's Emily May on Mistborn #1, said to be Sanderson's best.
"It's quite dense, as is common in a lot of epic fantasy novels."
I'd like to take this opportunity to be the optimist for a change. Maybe optimist isn't exactly the right word, but GR doesn't have a thesaurus.
I've noticed that a few of the writers on GR for 3 years or so aren't putting out much in the way of new stuff. Their GR participation has also dropped off severely. It's not as if I expect you to come on this thread, but I do note an overall lack of early enthusiasm after doing 3-4 books which didn't make the charts.
While resaearching Sanderson, I found that he did 16 before he started to get anywhere, the first one published one that was already sitting with the publisher for 18 months.
I don't tell people what they should be doing. These are "Just the facts, maam."
I've noticed that a few of the writers on GR for 3 years or so aren't putting out much in the way of new stuff. Their GR participation has also dropped off severely. It's not as if I expect you to come on this thread, but I do note an overall lack of early enthusiasm after doing 3-4 books which didn't make the charts.
While resaearching Sanderson, I found that he did 16 before he started to get anywhere, the first one published one that was already sitting with the publisher for 18 months.
I don't tell people what they should be doing. These are "Just the facts, maam."
Thinking about my Sanderson knock. Maybe it was just me; they're highly rated here. They're for kids. So, I read some other reactions, some in the question section of the book's place on GR.
Even the people who five star them cannot agree with what happened in the book. Someone asks; "What was this about?" and gets eight different answers.
It's like the the pumlr who wasn't really a pummlr because he was adopted by two rumblrs who really didn't want him, but were "forced" to adopt him by a cappytan who had the goods on them, identifies with his plebatory birth people and when he gets the opportunity to he disguises himself as a cappydick, in order to kill the evil cappydick, not realizing that he will be replaced .............
Actually, I simplified the kind of stuff which is first presented as a "mystery" and may well be the correction of a miswrite.
If you read the threads of 3 star and less reviews, a lot of people think it sucks; but most wouldn't dare argue over something the kiddies rate so highly.
Even the people who five star them cannot agree with what happened in the book. Someone asks; "What was this about?" and gets eight different answers.
It's like the the pumlr who wasn't really a pummlr because he was adopted by two rumblrs who really didn't want him, but were "forced" to adopt him by a cappytan who had the goods on them, identifies with his plebatory birth people and when he gets the opportunity to he disguises himself as a cappydick, in order to kill the evil cappydick, not realizing that he will be replaced .............
Actually, I simplified the kind of stuff which is first presented as a "mystery" and may well be the correction of a miswrite.
If you read the threads of 3 star and less reviews, a lot of people think it sucks; but most wouldn't dare argue over something the kiddies rate so highly.
"And smiles as the puppets dance."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHJ7A...
This was, maybe still is considered difficult, but it makes more sense than Sanderson. ............................. And no; Hackle did not write it. It came out before he was born.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHJ7A...
This was, maybe still is considered difficult, but it makes more sense than Sanderson. ............................. And no; Hackle did not write it. It came out before he was born.
HappleB wrote: "this thread is severely lagging in terms of visits and likes. It is time for you to put your "Arthur in draws" photo back on."Oh, you haven't seen the last of AG's drawers, I assure you!
Arthur wrote; "Oh, you haven't seen the last of AG's drawers, I assure you!"
Talk, talk. Of course you're aware that you have to always outdo the previous at least by a little bit.
If you can't get into a g-string I don't know.
Talk, talk. Of course you're aware that you have to always outdo the previous at least by a little bit.
If you can't get into a g-string I don't know.
Re #165. I've been trying to get off the subject, and for the most part it's been working. Commercialism. But, this really struck me today.
That "short story" is in a small collection of short stories for sale for $.99, and the thing gets a sale or read regularly. I originally wrote it to be totally stupid; just carrying some other stupid writer to an extreme.
It was extrapolated from the masterpiece; "Blase Eight," and has nothing but confusion to do with the main story,
PLEASE BUY "BLASE EIGHT" sometime before I croak.
That "short story" is in a small collection of short stories for sale for $.99, and the thing gets a sale or read regularly. I originally wrote it to be totally stupid; just carrying some other stupid writer to an extreme.
It was extrapolated from the masterpiece; "Blase Eight," and has nothing but confusion to do with the main story,
PLEASE BUY "BLASE EIGHT" sometime before I croak.
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HappleB wrote: "PLEASE DISREGARD THE FOLLOWING: ****************************************************************** PLEASE DISREGARD THE PREVIOUS POST"What kinda po-mo shit is this..?
Paul's been on the case of theMystery.com, a new po or po-po-mo stinko offering by way of Iowa. Once told you I had this chamelionic tendency.
Sorry. I'll switch color before posting here again. ............. Maybe.
Sorry. I'll switch color before posting here again. ............. Maybe.
HappleB wrote: "Paul's been on the case of theMystery.com, a new po or po-po-mo stinko offering by way of Iowa."I saw Paul's review, along with some of the more favorable ones as well. Frankly, it looks like the kind of book I'd give a chance myself, but probably wouldn't shell out for the opportunity.
Can't argue that. I think that Paul was most reacting to the claims of it being original, prose he found boring and occasionally stupid, the inclusion of pictures, the fawning of the credentialed intelligencia, and more actually. Ian kicked in on the negative side and MJ hailed it. I like those discussions where there are clearly sides taken.
Initially the detractors got my interest as the way they were describing the book made it sound in "innovative" parts something close to things I'd already done. Not exactly true. Anyway, I read a lot of it yesterday. Using the Amazon previewer you get a lot in the case of a 1660 pager. It's as if the author chronicles every second of his uninteresting life, supplying the reader with words and visuals which pop in his head. The "innovation" was odd and pointlessly so sentence structures here and there, like saying good ........................... better ........................ best as corrected endings to a sentence, skipping to the computer screen, going blank (black), you know like that.
It's worth looking at as it's different, though Paul would bring up a number of antecedents. As far as entertaining; I suppose that Murakami fans might find something of interest.
But, in terms of being new, the Bizarro guys can make a better, and periodically entertaining case for their stuff.
Initially the detractors got my interest as the way they were describing the book made it sound in "innovative" parts something close to things I'd already done. Not exactly true. Anyway, I read a lot of it yesterday. Using the Amazon previewer you get a lot in the case of a 1660 pager. It's as if the author chronicles every second of his uninteresting life, supplying the reader with words and visuals which pop in his head. The "innovation" was odd and pointlessly so sentence structures here and there, like saying good ........................... better ........................ best as corrected endings to a sentence, skipping to the computer screen, going blank (black), you know like that.
It's worth looking at as it's different, though Paul would bring up a number of antecedents. As far as entertaining; I suppose that Murakami fans might find something of interest.
But, in terms of being new, the Bizarro guys can make a better, and periodically entertaining case for their stuff.
HappleB wrote: "the author chronicles every second of his uninteresting life, supplying the reader with words and visuals which pop in his head."Sounds a bit like another author I know!
Arthur wrote; "Sounds a bit like another author I know! "
I didn't want to goof on Hackle anymore. At least he generally stays short.
This discussion got my interest as Paul is usually traditional, MJ loves the obscure and previously the thesaurus inclined, and I associated Ian with a leaning toward po-mo, but I think it's more a matter of specifics now.
This is where GR is educational and fun for me.
I didn't want to goof on Hackle anymore. At least he generally stays short.
This discussion got my interest as Paul is usually traditional, MJ loves the obscure and previously the thesaurus inclined, and I associated Ian with a leaning toward po-mo, but I think it's more a matter of specifics now.
This is where GR is educational and fun for me.
The GR posts disappeared before ............. I always associated "burning man" with something sacrificial. Yet, I always suspected that sacrifice was an archaic, puritanically flawed concept.
So ................... your book choice seems destined for seriousness.
So ................... your book choice seems destined for seriousness.
You've got to see this Arthur. I stepped in shit bigger than I knew and learned-confirmed some stuff I suspected on GR but was not privy to. .......................... I'm quite all right. When it really started to rip I was a quiet unimportant person there. People not interested in GR politics wouldn't care about this in the least.
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
https://www.goodreads.com/review/show...
"I thought you were some perfect kind of read out."
This has no app;icability here whatsoever.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skMO4...
This has no app;icability here whatsoever.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skMO4...
This is from an early short titled "Superman." Picture George Costanza. His mother calls.
BTW, the intellectual and insidious alleging conversation on Paul's thread came to a predictable ending, sans the dead horse beating aspect, The troll was blamed for the whole thing, and the pursuit of higher learning returned to Plato's world of forms.
Also had a cleaning trio over today and one was writing a book and has come from a family of writers. Trying to be impressive I said that Arthur Graham occasionally spoke to me on GR. She said she very well knew of Arthur Graham. Wow, right? But then she said that she never heard of Mellick or Hackle, so I figured that there were a few AG's out there.
He sat on his ornate Chippendale chair and turned on his computer, which rested on the overworked Chippendale desk, the only furniture in the library, excepting the overflowing, highly decorative Chippendale bookcases, which lined the walls.
His ornate Chippendale ass wasn’t rested for ten seconds when the phone rang again. Drawing on his previous experience this time he was prepared. He picked up the imitation French antique receiver and confidently said; “My secretary is indisposed, so you’ve got Cra-pass, himself.”
The female voice was incredulous in tone, and said; “Gunther, what kind of nonsense are you up to?”
He dragged out the first word; “M-o-o-o-o-m. I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“What you should be in the middle of, is finding a nice girl. You know you’re not getting any younger.”
“Mom, I’m all right as is.”
“Or even finding a nice boy. Times have changed and nobody cares about that sort of thing anymore. . . . .” Gunther was at a loss for words, as he was never interested in boys, men, or in-betweens, but knew that his single status and appearance would make people consider the possibility, and was occasionally very uncomfortable about it, like now. This wasn’t the first time Mom broached the subject, but even if he were so disposed, he wouldn’t be discussing it with her. He attempted a quick subject change and came up with; “I saw a really good movie the other day, “Marlowe.”
“What was that about?”
“Oh, it’s an old one. Elliot Gould playing a Raymond Chandler style detective.”
“I don’t know any of those names you’re saying.”
Gunther was at a loss for words, trying to decide whether to sound professorial, and explain more, think of a one-liner he didn’t have, or risk getting back to his least favorite subject. The indecision cost him as, in the momentary lull, Mom went right back to her currently favorite subject, and said; “Do you remember Tommy Long, that tall boy who played a lot of basketball?”
“Yeah, we were in some of the same classes in high school.”
‘Well, he’s one of them.”
“Mom, I don’t really care.”
“Did you know him well?”
“No, and I really don’t care.”
“That’s the point. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Nobody cares anymore. It’s all right. Even the Catholic Church has gay parishes. That, frankly, doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. They condone that, but only allow men and women to do things that make babies. Maybe after all that crap with the altar boys.............I don’t know.”
Gunther’s mind was racing; perhaps it was more akin to spinning its wheels. He rubbed one hand over his forehead, of course not able to come up with anything that might derail his mother’s one tracked mind. He considered lying and saying something really gross about “getting some pussy’ recently, but decided against it.
With the lack of response Mom was compelled to elaborate; “Of course, if your father, God rest his soul, was still alive. . . . . Ah, but, he was always kind of traditional when it came to the sex stuff. Sometimes, even I could have kicked him right in his ass.”
Gunther felt as if he were again 13 years old, trying to think of a response, that would at least temporarily divert the tide, so he desperately and abruptly changed the subject to something of interest to him, full well knowing that this topic could also become unpleasant and said; “Mom, I’m going to be handling my first investigation today.”
Mom said; “Well, if you’re really uncomfortable talking about it.”
Gunther yelled; “Mom.”
In a discouraged and weary tone, Mom said; “So what are you investigating?”
Just like the confident big boy he now was, Gunther casually responded; “Oh, the usual stuff, missing money, a missing person.”
“That could be dangerous. Why don’t you read a nice book instead?”
“I’ve read them all. It’s high time I got some real world experience.”
“I’ll say. How about some real experience with a nice girl? . . . . . “Or boy?”
“Mom, for Christ’s sake, cut it out. And what would I want with a NICE girl anyway? I like the other kind.”
“Gunther, don’t start talking blasphemy to your mother.”
“I thought you started it with that boy stuff.”
“That’s not blasphemy. There’s some other word for that. I can’t remember it right now. You know the one.”
“I can’t think of it either.”
“Oh, come on. You’re better with words than I am. What is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s your thought. You tell me.”
‘I know you know that word.”
Gunther was thoroughly annoyed with the entirety of this conversation, as he had endured a facsimile countless other times, but rather than saying something about not being a mind reader or that he didn’t care anyway, and risk being accused of being surly, he chose to play it tritely and, again, changed the subject and said; “How’s everything in Florida?”
“Hot.”
“Hot? Is that all?”
“Yeah.”
He hoped to get her talking about something other than him, and tried again with; “It’s hot here, too.” He tried his best to sound like a sarcastic Johnny Carson and added; “So, how hot is it?”
Mom took the cue and said; “It’s so hot........ that the rubbers are emitting steam on the beach.”
Though he didn’t find that particularly funny, he considered it okay for an improvisation, and laughed outrageously, most significantly, in an attempt to end the conversation on a good note.
Encouraged, Mom continued with; “You should see the dogs doing their own form of investigation.”
Gunther visualized that and found it amusing, laughed, and said; “That’s a good one.”
“I’m not kidding. That’s what I see out my window.”
“Wish I was there. Speaking of out the window, my client is coming down the driveway. Got to go.”
“All right. So, everything’s okay with you?”
“Fine. How about you?”
“Ah, we’ll save that for another time. You be careful, all right?”
“Sure. You too. Gotta go. Bye.”
“Bye.”
BTW, the intellectual and insidious alleging conversation on Paul's thread came to a predictable ending, sans the dead horse beating aspect, The troll was blamed for the whole thing, and the pursuit of higher learning returned to Plato's world of forms.
Also had a cleaning trio over today and one was writing a book and has come from a family of writers. Trying to be impressive I said that Arthur Graham occasionally spoke to me on GR. She said she very well knew of Arthur Graham. Wow, right? But then she said that she never heard of Mellick or Hackle, so I figured that there were a few AG's out there.
He sat on his ornate Chippendale chair and turned on his computer, which rested on the overworked Chippendale desk, the only furniture in the library, excepting the overflowing, highly decorative Chippendale bookcases, which lined the walls.
His ornate Chippendale ass wasn’t rested for ten seconds when the phone rang again. Drawing on his previous experience this time he was prepared. He picked up the imitation French antique receiver and confidently said; “My secretary is indisposed, so you’ve got Cra-pass, himself.”
The female voice was incredulous in tone, and said; “Gunther, what kind of nonsense are you up to?”
He dragged out the first word; “M-o-o-o-o-m. I’m kind of in the middle of something.”
“What you should be in the middle of, is finding a nice girl. You know you’re not getting any younger.”
“Mom, I’m all right as is.”
“Or even finding a nice boy. Times have changed and nobody cares about that sort of thing anymore. . . . .” Gunther was at a loss for words, as he was never interested in boys, men, or in-betweens, but knew that his single status and appearance would make people consider the possibility, and was occasionally very uncomfortable about it, like now. This wasn’t the first time Mom broached the subject, but even if he were so disposed, he wouldn’t be discussing it with her. He attempted a quick subject change and came up with; “I saw a really good movie the other day, “Marlowe.”
“What was that about?”
“Oh, it’s an old one. Elliot Gould playing a Raymond Chandler style detective.”
“I don’t know any of those names you’re saying.”
Gunther was at a loss for words, trying to decide whether to sound professorial, and explain more, think of a one-liner he didn’t have, or risk getting back to his least favorite subject. The indecision cost him as, in the momentary lull, Mom went right back to her currently favorite subject, and said; “Do you remember Tommy Long, that tall boy who played a lot of basketball?”
“Yeah, we were in some of the same classes in high school.”
‘Well, he’s one of them.”
“Mom, I don’t really care.”
“Did you know him well?”
“No, and I really don’t care.”
“That’s the point. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Nobody cares anymore. It’s all right. Even the Catholic Church has gay parishes. That, frankly, doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to me. They condone that, but only allow men and women to do things that make babies. Maybe after all that crap with the altar boys.............I don’t know.”
Gunther’s mind was racing; perhaps it was more akin to spinning its wheels. He rubbed one hand over his forehead, of course not able to come up with anything that might derail his mother’s one tracked mind. He considered lying and saying something really gross about “getting some pussy’ recently, but decided against it.
With the lack of response Mom was compelled to elaborate; “Of course, if your father, God rest his soul, was still alive. . . . . Ah, but, he was always kind of traditional when it came to the sex stuff. Sometimes, even I could have kicked him right in his ass.”
Gunther felt as if he were again 13 years old, trying to think of a response, that would at least temporarily divert the tide, so he desperately and abruptly changed the subject to something of interest to him, full well knowing that this topic could also become unpleasant and said; “Mom, I’m going to be handling my first investigation today.”
Mom said; “Well, if you’re really uncomfortable talking about it.”
Gunther yelled; “Mom.”
In a discouraged and weary tone, Mom said; “So what are you investigating?”
Just like the confident big boy he now was, Gunther casually responded; “Oh, the usual stuff, missing money, a missing person.”
“That could be dangerous. Why don’t you read a nice book instead?”
“I’ve read them all. It’s high time I got some real world experience.”
“I’ll say. How about some real experience with a nice girl? . . . . . “Or boy?”
“Mom, for Christ’s sake, cut it out. And what would I want with a NICE girl anyway? I like the other kind.”
“Gunther, don’t start talking blasphemy to your mother.”
“I thought you started it with that boy stuff.”
“That’s not blasphemy. There’s some other word for that. I can’t remember it right now. You know the one.”
“I can’t think of it either.”
“Oh, come on. You’re better with words than I am. What is it?”
“I don’t know. It’s your thought. You tell me.”
‘I know you know that word.”
Gunther was thoroughly annoyed with the entirety of this conversation, as he had endured a facsimile countless other times, but rather than saying something about not being a mind reader or that he didn’t care anyway, and risk being accused of being surly, he chose to play it tritely and, again, changed the subject and said; “How’s everything in Florida?”
“Hot.”
“Hot? Is that all?”
“Yeah.”
He hoped to get her talking about something other than him, and tried again with; “It’s hot here, too.” He tried his best to sound like a sarcastic Johnny Carson and added; “So, how hot is it?”
Mom took the cue and said; “It’s so hot........ that the rubbers are emitting steam on the beach.”
Though he didn’t find that particularly funny, he considered it okay for an improvisation, and laughed outrageously, most significantly, in an attempt to end the conversation on a good note.
Encouraged, Mom continued with; “You should see the dogs doing their own form of investigation.”
Gunther visualized that and found it amusing, laughed, and said; “That’s a good one.”
“I’m not kidding. That’s what I see out my window.”
“Wish I was there. Speaking of out the window, my client is coming down the driveway. Got to go.”
“All right. So, everything’s okay with you?”
“Fine. How about you?”
“Ah, we’ll save that for another time. You be careful, all right?”
“Sure. You too. Gotta go. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Goodbye, fans. The man has called out the heavy hitters, ................ Well, by bookish standards.
I think I survived, but may be confusing "reality" with a dream.
Some of these would make incredibly good book titles.
Thank you. I almost wrote that anyone could feel free to use them, but thought that a bit pompous.
"As our procession lurches on as if we had recovered."
My favorite Church song ............................... Well, there's also ........
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHFWX...
My favorite Church song ............................... Well, there's also ........
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHFWX...
Douglas wrote: ""
Uh oh. They brought out the heavy hitters. I'm gone.
Uh oh. They brought out the heavy hitters. I'm gone.
I'm not goofing. This is as close as I can get to poetry, and I'll be honored if it gets into an HST quarterly.
The Reluctant Diver
Diver #1 discovered stasis at the end of the high board.
Potential Diver #2, waiting on the line said; “What’s wrong, pal?”
“I don’t know if it’s deep enough.”
“You can’t measure that from up here.”
Diver #1 continued to stand there and look down.
Potential Diver #2 said; “Get the fuck out of the way,” and brushed past Diver #1.
They both fell in the water. It was sufficiently deep and no one was injured.
The Reluctant Diver
Diver #1 discovered stasis at the end of the high board.
Potential Diver #2, waiting on the line said; “What’s wrong, pal?”
“I don’t know if it’s deep enough.”
“You can’t measure that from up here.”
Diver #1 continued to stand there and look down.
Potential Diver #2 said; “Get the fuck out of the way,” and brushed past Diver #1.
They both fell in the water. It was sufficiently deep and no one was injured.
Just something of the moment. That "like" button is just too absolute. There are degrees of likes. Like mostly, like a bit, like with serious reservations I don't feel like getting into, etc., etc.
Ah, on something important to me does anyone know the name of I believe to be a Truman Capote short story wherein he gets into wild onions? Help, I've looked.
Ah, on something important to me does anyone know the name of I believe to be a Truman Capote short story wherein he gets into wild onions? Help, I've looked.
"Hey, now. Come and take a walk with me. Goin' to infinity."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wloYU...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wloYU...
CagedB wrote: "I’m gonna take a hold of my old lady and we’re gonna trip out into one of the parallel worlds in which your reviews are top notch, five stars and superlatives on the shit, and you got your millions of followers to pay for the fuckin’ mess. Dig?"FAR OUT MAAAAAN
Brian Keene has a fantastic grasp of the obvious and will kindly share that “vision” with you at length. His odd phrasing and illogical plots suggest that his career peak was when he did H.P. Lovecraft fan fiction. Of the many glorious claims on his sites, one is his 2003 popularization of the zombie genre, the writer apparently being unaware of George Romero, if not Bela Lugosi.
Extremely without any taste whatsoever, he used his podcast to mention the name of someone who was having some legal difficulties at the time. Others discussed the “issues” implied, but no one else specified the name. Brian is not a nice person. In addition he did his characteristic ten minute filler to arrive at the conclusion that “Bizarro fiction will survive.” That grasp of the obvious is impressive.
He is recommended to producers who need meaningless filler, and don’t want to pay the going rates for someone competent.
Casual Debris rated his big deal, whatever that was, one star, and below are excerpts;
“There are too many things wrong with this book. It is most of the time laughably bad, and embarrassingly badly written.
The amount of typos and the atrocious grammar was shocking. Mr. Keene’s prose can also benefit by not using the word "again" (or any word, really) again and again three times in a single sentence. With books like there it isn't surprising that western society is inadequately literate. But I digress.
The explanation of what is causing the zombie epidemic is absolutely ridiculous; I won’t spoil it though it’s revealed early on (no suspense here). The zombies are supposed to be intelligent yet act like hyper teenage boys who make absurd decisions that do little in advancing their cause. In fact, an integral aspect of becoming a zombie in Keene's world is to suddenly & intensely hate humanity, & to drop several notches on the IQ pole. (Kind of like some of our modern cults, I suppose.) Moreover, Keene appears uncertain as to the extent of the epidemic. He can’t seem to decide whether insects are infected or not, and changes his mind mid-text, or simply forgets. If you plan to read this book, keep your eyes out for this. Maybe he clears this up in its sequel? I won’t know since I won’t be reading it.
The characters are two-dimensional and Keene’s image of America is a white-washed suburbia where Hispanic and black people can only be preachers, drug dealers or prostitutes. And as mentioned in other reviews here, the dialogue is bad. And I mean effin’ bad, man. Holy mother-effin’ stinkin’ bad.
Finally, I was troubled by the amount of emphasis on rape in the book. I don’t need the details. Maybe one brief instance to illustrate the morally decayed post-epidemic world, but not again and again. (That was only twice.) It is just inappropriate. I know I’m supposed to be angry with the "bad guys" but the constant exaggerated rape just has me angry at the author.
I can go on but won’t since really there’s no effin' need to...”
Oh yeah, have a nice day; and your chances for doing that increase if you avoid this asshole.