Came home early yesterday because India was pretty sick - feverish and throwing up - and caught up on some news/talk shows while she napped. On Buchanan & Press - one of those conservative vs. liberal never-ending volleyball matches - author Richard North Patterson and some flack from the Gunowners of America were debating gun laws and reform, triggered (no pun intended) partly by the release of the videotape of the Columbine kids shooting guns in the woods a few weeks before they shot up some of their high school classmates, then killing themselves. The gun flack kept coming back…
David Wells is going down tonight like a fat drunk in a bar fight with a midget. Oh, wait. That WAS David Wells! Let's go Marlins!!!!!!!!! In other news, Bard was a bust so I'm looking for something else to read. Got about 10 pages in and just couldn't get into Llywelyn's style of writing. Too bad, as I was hoping for something along the lines of an Irish version of Aztec. Grabbed Edwidge Danticat's Breath, Eyes, Memory off our bookshelf this morning and got through the first chapter on the train before giving in to a nap. Nothing to…
Someone at Quizilla is a sick bastard! What Would Your Serial Killer Name Be? What Would the Public Know You As? No one would really know your name. You would be called by what you do. For example, if you burn your victims to death all the time, you would be known as The Arsonist; or, if you knife them, you would be known as The Slasher. You would be the mysterious killer who strikes at sporadic times, and would be very difficult to catch. You might dress up and mask yourself when you perform your horrible killings. Your identity…
Review: American Gods by Neil Gaiman
An entertaining tale, creatively told, with a great premise, I felt a little underwhelmed by the end. Part of that is definitely the hype effect as I've heard so much about Neil Gaiman being this amazing writer that it was next to impossible for him to blow me away. The stakes were too high for that.
Because I'm avoiding work... A - Act your age: 34 (shh!) B - Best friend: Salomé, Eric C - Chore you hate: Cleaning the bathroom D - Dad's name: Francisco E - Essential make-up item: Hair Gel F - Favorite actress: Salma Hayek G - Gold or silver: Silver H - Hometown: Bronx, NY I - Instruments you play: Pens, computers, heartstrings... J - Job title: Marketing Coordinator K - Kids: Yes; Isaac & India L - Living arrangements: My wife & kids M - Mom's Name: Debra N - Number of people you've slept with: More than one, less…
Poet bios are some of the most annoyingly pretentious things ever, entertainingly similar to "the bigger the car, the smaller the dick" theory. I'm talking about the ones provided for intros at shows, not what people put in their books or on their websites. Long lists of chapbooks, CDs, shows, slam teams, features, etc. B-O-R-I-N-G! It's one thing when the host snatches your bio from somewhere and decides to read the laundry list themselves but when you provide the epic bio, I'm immediately inclined to tune you out. Let your damn poetry speak for you. A few years back, I…