I personally would rather show up to a high school reunion and find out that I was remembered like this…
And even if I wasn’t, I’d certainly love to tell everyone this…
Everyone should have a dream, right?
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I personally would rather show up to a high school reunion and find out that I was remembered like this…
And even if I wasn’t, I’d certainly love to tell everyone this…
Everyone should have a dream, right?
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Something to pass the time, since LoudTwitter is apparently FUBARed.
It occurred to me that the romance subplots of the urban fantasy/paranormal romance fiction I’ve ever heard discussed seem to have already been summarized back in 1977, at the beginning of Meat Loaf’s classic “You Took the Words Right out of My Mouth (Hot Summer Night).”
BOY: On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger?
BOY: Yes!
GIRL: And will he starve without me?
BOY: Yes!
GIRL: And does he love me?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Yes
BOY: On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
GIRL: Yes
BOY: I bet you to say that to all the boys.
I’ve always said Meat Loaf was a sage, ever since I first heard the truism, “There ain’t no Coupe de Ville hiding at the bottom of a Cracker Jack box.”
The subs period for a few of the mags I like to try closed last month. Now, I need to figure out a whole new set of shells to play the submission shell-game for the stories I’m (not) writing. Luckily, I got a couple of rejections in time to sneak them in on the last day of the month.
I gotta get these numbers up.
Went to see my folks during the Thanksgiving holiday, went tooling around my old haunts, and came across this.
Slack-jawed, I snapped this pic on my phone. I figured, “Just like this town to have come up with this sort of wrong.” But, this wasn’t some local yokel creation. Oh, no.
In fact, you can run one–“No medical experience required.” (???)
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