I have four logos to trace. I also want to submit a story for the Van Helsing anthology. My mind is utterly blank of anything but tired plot clichés. I only have 10 days to give this a try, making that a 1K word per day. So I spent three hours sleeping and the rest of the day net surfing. Somebody kick me.

Heavy Metal Santa cut off all his hair, he looks a very menacing six foot tall, 280 pound Neo-Nazi with a goatee. A Neo-Nazi who likes Slayer, Bon Jovi AND Duran Duran. He is only 23, he doesn't know how wrong that would have sounded in 1987. But that makes him a cool puppy, no preconceptions or posturings.

Too damn tired. I haven't slept properly since Baltimore and last night I dealt even more abuse upon myself. I went to the Puya-Molotov concert.

Puya was good. They played for an hour and a half which half accounts for Molotov not going over as intended. Anyways, it is my humble opinion that if you consider yourself a punk band, you should run around and smash something. Not stand there like three mannequins with backlighting that makes you out like a silhouette for an hour and a half. Only the crazy Gringo worked the crowd, but he was too busy drumming. There was not one bottle of water sprinkled over the audience. At the end of their set, Molotov were definitely not sweating and the audience wasn't either.

You should sing the best songs that work live. You don't sing the worst songs that bore people out of their minds, so much that they are not even tapping their foot. You don't spend fifteen minutes of my money bringing audience girls on stage to shake their booty. Their biggest hit "Puto" had to be rescued by bringing on Puya to ad-lib with them. It was a sorry sight. Molotov are out of my must-see-live list. They should take a hint from Los Fabulosos Cadillacs. Oh, wait, Molotov think ska is shit. I am glad I saw them, otherwise I would have thought I missed something.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	High
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Very High
Dependent:	Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --

Try this place for fun: Ill Will Press. The best one so far is Foamy's Rant.

Tidbits of happenings from Horrorfind

1. John Urbancik throwing up in the car going sixty in a freeway.
2. Roger Range trying to force a diner into being a drive thru. (You usually don't step on the gas when parking)
3. Cullen Bunn with sparklers in his ears and huming techno dixieland jazz.
4. The eight foot tall demon ape that won the costume contest. Awesome, I was actually scared of it and didn't want to get close.
5. Me blushing intensely when Brian Keene introduced me to Edward Lee. I couldn't help it, but it helped me be memorable. Brian Keene commented: "I wish I had that kind of power over my fans".
6. Running around the parking lot with Kelly Laymon and Jen Orosel trying to tear off Roger Range's underwear without the benefit of taking off his jeans. He was giggling drunkenly and incontrollably.
7. Discovering that Mike Oliveri is a computer geek and genius but when confronted with a printed map, he is utterly useless. Plus you can end up in a whole different state.
8. Finding out the two things that make Coop all misty eyed. Collectible ($1,000) classic books and the idea of putting a helicopter engine on a motorcycle. (Alan Beatts of Borderlands Books, my idea of a really cool Irish guy, tried in vain to reason with him and clarify the obvious disastrous effects such a thing would have on a gravity afflicted person such as Coop. The only thing Coop replied was a whiny: "But it is unlimited horsepower!". So I am expecting to read an eulogy on Coop's site one of these days.
9. John Turi of Medium Rare Books told me: "You look so innocent and pure." I replied: "Don't fool yourself".
10. Mehitobel Wilson is awesome and cool. I also love the way she writes.
11. Learning to play Scrabble and putting an alien sex slut bend to it.
12. You don't fool around with Mikey Huyck's doo-rag. That is fucked up more than a football bat.
13. Spending a drunken dawn finding foods with g-y in them. Gravy, Yogurt.
14. Getting locked out three times out of my room. Everytime I was in dire need of going to sleep at 6 in the morning.
15. Seeing Elizabeth Monteleone shut up Coop during an argument with an out of nowhere: "Has anyone told you how cute you are?" I never dreamt to see Coop go red in the face and totally speechless.

So there it is, my con tidbits report. Really, you had to be there. It was even more fun in person.

Still tired. This is a week of loss. Now I learnt that one of my oldest friend's father has liver cancer. He was the one who drove me to my high school graduation when my mother didn't want me to go. He is one of my two surrogate fathers, the other being L's dad.

I am being avoided. That hurts more than anything else in the world. I try to remind myself that I really liked horror and dark fantasy before I met him. Now my interests are so intertwined with his that I can't enjoy anything: books, music, writing, computers, etc.

I must own up to the fact that I have a dependent personality. I am also an obsessive compulsive with a depressive streak. All of which makes it very difficult to function sometimes in a life that I am not really satisfied with. I am not a pessimist so therein lies my ultimate salvation. No matter how bad it all gets, I hope for the better.

I am so dead tired. For the moment I will say I had more fun than at Spookycon. Even though I didn't see Alice Cooper, Freddy vs. Jason, didn't go to the Outback or Carrabas, didn't take any pictures (though someone snapped a pic of Coop and me and said they are going to mail it, and another with Jenny Orosel that may be emailed.). Made even more new friends. I am to sleepy to indulge any more details but there are several funny stories, I will tell later.

On other fronts, the love of my life and I had a serious conversation. It is all over and in being over, he has shown that he really is a gentleman, which even makes it more of a heartbreak. I am not happy with how things ended but I know where I stand. I am still at the stage where it seems impossible to continue. I really love him and miss him to death.

Come out, come out, wherever you are...

It is 9:29 pm the night before my trip and I haven't packed yet. I am such a slacker. It will "only" be eight hours flight time, not like the San Francisco 12 hour cross country bomb. People are emailing me saying they are excited to see me again (The only time I have noticed people considering me exciting is when I drive and they begin stepping on phantom brakes). Maybe it is the thrill of seeing a foul mouthed version of Dora The Explorer.

Here is a link for all of you who wonder exactly WHAT is Horrorfind Weekend. Yipeee! I am going to Horrorfind!! Wish me luck and a fun time!

Carmita Jiménez, Gregory Hines, Tite Curet, Marie Trignitant, Celia Cruz, Compay Segundo, Barry White, Katherine Hepburn, Bob Hope. Sam Phillips, Benny Carter, David Brinkley, Gregory Peck. Does this worry anyone else or am I being vaguely paranoid? There is something wrong but damned if I know what it is.

Not to mention Lester Maddox, Storm Thurmond and Dolly the sheep.

So, Gregory Hines died too. I'm telling you: there is a huge party in heaven and hell and we are NOT being invited.

Things to keep in mind during a terrorist attack.




"You must remember this, a kiss is still a
kiss". Your romance is Casablanca. A
classic story of love in trying times, chock
full of both cynicism and hope. You obviously
believe in true love, but you're also
constantly aware of practicality and societal
expectations. That's not always fun, but at
least it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazis
get you down too much.


What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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You know, the main purpose of this blog? For me to babble without cluttering friendly inboxes. This is not a soapbox for only selfishly important issues. Any silly shit that crosses my path in the Internet and makes me giggle in surprise, I will post here. So bear with me as I post the following as my sole news for today:

George W. Bush's Hotmail Inbox.

Say Anything...


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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Saw "Pirates of the Caribbean". Johnny Depp is my hero. No, not that kind of hero, at least in this one, his teeth were too rotten. This movie was, well, a ride. Geoffrey Rush is always cool. The plot wasn't shabby at all. It was totally cool and fun.

Now in the practical and realistic view of my actual situation, I would prefer to be a teacher. I have batted this idea around ever since I graduated college. Then I got into retail because I couldn't imagine myself handling 30 brats. Well, my friends, in retail I get to deal with more grown up brats than just 30 and they deal out the worst kinds of abuse. The difference? They actually all have power over me. A co-worker told me the other day that I should just shut up and take the lot that destiny handed me. Fuck that. That is called complacence or conformism. Really not my style. Like Trent Reznor used to screech at the top of his lungs: "I wanna do something that matters!"


Breakfast Club- huh, so you actually went to
detention. This says that you are fun yet
unrealistic


Which cheesy 80s movie are you?
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Well, inertia attacks again. Yesterday, La Secta, one of my favorite PRican rock bands was signing in the Mall, a 15 minute drive. I could have gone to the movies to see Johnny Depp. Gustavo Cerati was giving a concert in San Juan, so with two days off, and so many choices, what did I do? Go for a five hour siesta. I mean I could go to two things but no, I was too tired, wasn't in the mood, and basically talked and slept my way out of it. I am pissed at myself for missing it.

Co-worker is dying of cancer. She doesn't know it. It's kind of screwed up and sad. She took care of her mother until her mother died a year ago and now she has only 2 months to live. That strikes so close home.


Your medieval name is: Lisolette. Quiet and artsy,
you're different from the crowd. You have a
taste in music or art and are sometimes
depressed and private. You're naturally lovely.


What is your Medieval name?
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