Thursday, November 3, 2011

A writing break or a broken brain...

I am not sure why... maybe I exhausted myself with my Halloween stories and postings. Maybe getting the new serial novel read did me in. All I know is that I can't get anything remotely creative to happen in the old brain.

 

So here's what's gonna happen. There will be no FridayFlash posting or Monday installment of PRICE BREAKS AND HEARTACHES. Then on Wensday I will get the serial novel started and rev up the left side of my brain again.

That should give me enough time to replenish whatever it is I'm missing.

The insane, geeky and sexy news postings will continue if something strikes my fancy.

 

See you all on Wednsday!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

(Recommended Hotness) Fay Daniels looks positively embraceable.

(Insane News) Cow Urine Soda - an idea whose time has come.

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Drugs! Murder! Prostitution! Nuns! Watch the short (and NSFW) film 'THY KILL BE DONE'!

 

Film by Greg Hanson & Casey Regan

 

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One week until my new serial novel starts- there is still time to vote on the title.

You can vote over on the top righthand side of the blog...

And in case you haven't heard about my serial novel yet;

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“What if you could do anything you wanted?”

Sixteen year-old Tristam Bloom is having the worst year of his life. He’s on probation, he’s the laughingstock of the school and his girlfriend wants nothing to do with him. To top it all off he now has to eat lunch with the nerdy kids he spent all of last year tormenting.

“What if no one could stop you?”

But Tristam has a secret; a doorway has opened in his mind allowing him access to unimaginable secrets and impossible worlds. Every night the power grows stronger and soon he finds that he can devour ghosts and turn his adversaries own minds against them.

“What would you do? What wouldn’t you do?”

With a power like his Tristam finds that revenge comes easily but he doesn’t realize that now that just as he’s glimpsed the shadowy world existing alongside our own, the denizens of that world have seen him. Tristam finds himself trapped in the wake of a nightmare that has been waiting thirty-five years for an opportunity to rise. ..

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The choice for the title is either

IN BLOOM

or

THE COLD INSIDE

Vote now!

Italics?

Some of you may have noticed that my menu bar over on the right has suddenly shifted into italics.

I have no idea why this happened but I hope you like it.

Heh...

(A complete anthology of online stories) IN THIS TWILIGHT- tales of lost gods and fragile transformations

 

 

 

 

This collection of 13 stories transports you to a world where both dreams and monsters lurk in the shadows, where love and forgotten rituals fight for control of the human heart, and where the madness of eternity can be glimpsed in a single segmented eye...

 

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

These suave f*ckers come to us from PLAID STALLIONS.

I would love to have been invited to this Halloween party... so would most DOCTOR WHO fans I imagine.

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The latest OUR VALUED CUSTOMERS confuses me deeply.

It's Donald Trump vs Jon Stewart! (My money's on Jon...)

 

 

 

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Halloween 2011 Post-Mortem

My daughter is 11 now and most of her friends felt they were too old to go trick or treating anymore. My kid felt differently and even designed her own zombie costume...

 

Not bad eh?

The adults gave her compliments and she scared several younger children without even trying.

My daughter and I have shared each of her Halloweens save one when she was out of town. She says she wants to go with me again next year but I remember that when I was 12 I wanted to go with my friends and not with a parent tagging along.

No matter what we both have some great memories...

If the trailer of STRIPPERS VS WEREWOLVES is anything to go by...

...it will be the CITIZEN KANE of werewolf vs stripper movies.

 

 

via TOPLESS ROBOT

Happy Halloween Everyone! (The Final Episode)

From Crackle: Silent Hill

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 17)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 16)

'Eat Me' by Robert McCammon

 A question gnawed, day and night, at Jim Crisp. He pondered it as he walked the streets, while a dark rain fell and rats chattered at his feet; he mulled over it as he sat in his apartment, staring at the static on the television screen hour after hour. The question haunted him as he sat in the cemetery on Fourteenth Street, surrounded by empty graves. And this burning question was: when did love die?...

 

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Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 15)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 14)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 13)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 12)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 11)

 

(Yes that is a real pumpkin)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 10)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 9)

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Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 8)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 7)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 6)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 5)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 4)

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 3)

The Return of Uncle Al's Halloween Hoedown!

Happy Halloween Everyone! (part 2)

Happy Halloween Everyone!



Sunday, October 30, 2011

Many wonderful and amazing things have happened to me in my life...

...and the most amazing and wonderful thing is that as of today my wife and I have been married for 18 years.

Remaindered, Rejected And Irreconcilable part six

Price Breaks And Heartaches

A journal of retail and failed romance

Chapter Eight

Remaindered, Rejected And Irreconcilable

part six




Making up and breaking up, that was the pattern that established itself in December. I knew something was going wrong but I didn’t know what to say to make things better.


So, I decided to try and turn things around by focusing my attention on the physical side of the relationship.


*


Making love in the back seat of a Monte Carlo during the frosty first week of December?


As you kids say nowadays ‘Challenge Accepted’.


We had seen a movie, a little cinematic foreplay, something to set the mood, something to show her my more sensitive side. In retrospect I think that choosing Hellraiser II was a bad move but hey, I cried when Pinhead died.


It was a short drive from Crossgates Mall to that little cul-de-sac out by the airport. I have no idea what the road had been built for but in the 80‘s it was a the parking spot for the horny teens and young adults of Albany.


Or at least it was until the funding came through and they built that off ramp.




We had to keep the engine running for the sake of the heater. Wasteful, I know but in those days gas was a little over a dollar a gallon so I could afford it and I couldn’t imagine the price ever going higher. We snuggled close and held hands as I waited for the ache in my loins to overshadow the ache in my heart over the death of my favorite Cenobite.


Tallulah asked, “You still want to get married?”


I nodded, “To you? Yes.”


“Are you sure?”


“Yeah. Aren’t you?”


She sighed heavily, “You know, when you marry someone you marry their family too.”


“Oh babe,” I hugged her close, “your family isn’t so bad.”


“Not me idiot. I’m talking about your family.”


“Oh... Er... they can be a little Gothic at times.”


“Gothic?”


“Yeah. Gothic- a kind of literature characterized by gloom and mystery and the grotesque.”


“Al...” she said pleadingly, “I’m being serious here.”


“Come on, what can I say? When we get our own place we don’t have to see them all that much if you don’t want to.”


“But they’re still your family,” she explained, “they’re part of who you are.”


“So?”


“So doesn’t that mean you’re a little ‘Gothic’ too?”


I frowned, “I’m my own man. I’m self made and different.”


“You don’t understand how much they’ve effected you, do you?” her eyes glimmered in the half-light, “They’ve made you neurotic and hate yourself. You’re carrying so much anger around with you and you don’t even see it. Do you honestly think getting married to me and moving away will change all that?”


“Yes,” I nodded.


After that Tallulah gave up and we sat together in silence for a time. When my hands started roaming up and down her body she responded in kind. At twenty-one I was sure there wasn’t anything wrong with me and my girl that a little furtive lovemaking couldn’t fix.


We held each other close, buttons were undone, zippers were unzipped and socks were removed. The socks were very important because I can’t have sex if I’m wearing footwear of any sort- it’s just a thing with me.


The car windows began to steam over. This was the kind of thing I had dreamed about all through my long, lonely, profoundly horny adolescence. She was everything I had ever fantasized about; she was Raquel Welch, Stevie Nicks and Christine ‘Moose’ McGlade from ‘You Can’t Do That On Television’ all rolled into one.


Then Tallulah’s eyes flashed up at me and she said in a halting, breathless voice, “What the Hell are you doing down there?”


“I...” I tried to sound confident and masterful, “...I read it in a book.”


“Al, you only read horror novels,” she snapped.


“I work in a bookstore. I did research,” I tried to get things started again, “all for you baby.”


She pushed me off of her and zipped up her jeans, “Stop it, it feels weird.”


“I was just trying to keep things fresh.”


“We’ve barely been going out a year and a half, we don’t need to keep things fresh.”


Since she was getting dressed, I started getting dressed too. I was so flustered that I didn’t even take the condom off before I tucked my shriveling manhood away. I would wear it all the way home like a latex collar of shame.


“Look I didn’t mean to make you mad,” I said to her, “I love you.”


She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and said, “Al, you’re wearing my socks.”


Then a car sped past and pelted my Monte Carlo with eggs.


*


When I was young I had always thought that disappointing sex was just for middle aged people. This incident and an earlier one that had involved and attempt to have sex outdoors that ended with me getting a mosquito bite on my scrotum, had taught me otherwise.


*


I got home around eleven o’clock looking to drown my sorrows with some ice cream and by ‘some’ I mean the whole goddamn container of chocolate ripple.


My Mom must have heard me because she walked into the kitchen by the time I was on my second box of ice cream, “Al? You’re home early. Is everything OK?”


“Yeah,” I said, “I wasn’t feeling Tallulah very well.”


She sat down beside me and lit a cigarette, “What?”


“I mean Tallulah wasn’t feeling very well.”


“Oh,” she said. “Hey since you’re up and still dressed would you go to the market for me? We’re out of eggs for breakfast tomorrow.”


“Sure, I can do that.”


She chuckled mirthlessly, “Your brother took all the ones I had in there. He wanted to go throw eggs at cars. Well, boys will be boys right?”


I swallowed my spoonful of raspberry swirl too quickly. “Isn’t that...” I said as the ice cream headache began, “...gothic.”





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