Seeing Spots: Procrastination Station |
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Mehitobel Wilson: writer, reader, chronic curmudgeon.
Tomboy bombshell cowgirl; lover of funk, attracted to roadsides. Besotted with spots. Friend to sleaze. Admirer of filthy films, fleshy steaks, Hong Kong rap, new felt and pocket-knocking 8-balls; prefers 10 gallons of hat and 4 fingers of Jack. Procrastination here breeds urgency there. Urgency begets sharper fiction. The dream: hone it to a splinter, and sink it deep. So I'm here. 
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Friday, January 30, 2004
 Fight Club! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla My, how positive. Once again, confirmation that I'm a sunny social huggy monkey. Hey, here are the new target grips on my gun:  Hug that. Blam. Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Quizzes 45.23809523809524% of me is a huge nerd! I'm getting better. And, it seems, I'm a "theory slut." "The true elite of the postmodernists, you collect avant-garde Indonesian hiphop compilations and eat journal articles for breakfast. You positively live for theory. It really doesn't matter what kind, as long as the words are big and the paragraph breaks few and far between." I DO collect avant-garde Hong Kong hiphop compilations, do eat journal articles (and coffee) for breakfast, and positively live for theorists. It's as fun to fight with them as it is to listen to them. What kind of postmodernist are you? Monday, January 05, 2004
Random! Commence.   Roy Orbison in Clingfilm has been updated. I laugh until I break. The tears, they run. I just placed an insanely big Amazon order and even - yegads - PAID for shipping, because I'm fucking eager. UnEarthed: Johnny Cash set The Zombie Survival Guide: Complete Protection from the Living Dead Twisted Oz: Lion! rarrrr Conjunctions 39: The New Wave Fabulists Low Red Moon Stagolee Shot Billy Packed up the PS2 to send it back - thank god we got the replacement "insurance" plan from Media Play. Now my broken piece of crap will get me a nice new machine. Tekken shall begin anew.  Tony went boarhunting last week, got a 180lb boarhog, and we all ate him. Eike got one shoulder/leg and one more's in the freezer for the next time I need an hour of peace. Here's the head, with my hand helping show the size. (Robert said, "Your hand? That's stupid. Everyone knows how big a boar head is." I said, "Maybe they don't." He said, "Well, more people know that than how big your hand is. You should used a G.I. Joe figure, at least." Fine. Well, I didn't.) Still didn't work out so hot, because my hand wasn't on the ground. Oh, who cares.Tomorrow Eike gets spayed. I... worry. Surgery, and leaving my gal elsewhere, unnerves me. Today is her last day with all her parts. Tomorrow, she'll have empty spots. Parts of her innards will be in the trash. God, I'm not helping my own state of mind, here. I had a heavy-duty nightmare last night: Eike had renal failure, so the horse breeder at the livestock arena at the State Fair was driving us to the vet in her station wagon. Then a civil war of some sort started, huge concrete/insulation chunks burned through the car's roof, we swerved around two boys who were fighting each other (weapons: each had a big rock on a chain) though I was screaming, JUST FUCKING RUN THEM DOWN, and ran head-on into an oncoming van, which killed us all. The collision woke me up. All of that would have just been a fun adventure dream, except for the Eike part. That part, and my inability to save her, made it the nightmare. Work-wise: I'm doing research for one important project, and drawing flow-charts with markers for the other. Except the charting keeps giving me other ideas, and then I have to re-draw the charts. I should use one of those boards like cops (or network execs) have, and scooch index cards around until I'm happy. I love office supplies. Staples is like a red-light district for me. Man, oh, man, do I need help. Friday, January 02, 2004
Example I had to laugh at this. It being the new year and all, I thought I should check the web and see if anyone's done a new review of DANGEROUS RED. That little bit of vanity turned up the following promo quote for Ed Lee's SUCCUBI: "I love it. But don't come to me about how offensive it is--I'm warning you--it is!" - Mehitobel Wilson, Gothic.net I thought, jeez, that doesn't sound like me at all. That's awful, stilted, and uses an exclamation point, too. The actual quote from the review: "I love it. But don't you dare buy this book and then come bitching to me about how offensive it is—I'm warning you now that it is, so I'm in the clear." Whew. I'm glad I didn't write it the way they reprinted it.
Straczynski: I'll always love this man. At a World Horror convention (I forget which) I was on a panel with him. I was miserable; it was like living a nightmare. I couldn't escape. I didn't know which would be worse: staying put and trying to do it, or dealing with the "man, she's weird" gossippy bullshit that would have resulted if I'd just gotten up and left. Truly awful. The only thing that grounded me was the ability to argue with the gentleman sitting next to me (I lose all self-consciousness when I have strong points to argue) and his own little kindnesses to me. He kept patting my leg under the table and very subtly saying, "You're doing fine." And after the panel, I was on the phone in the hall of the hotel, and he and his entourage stopped so he could come over and say, "You may think you were awful, but you presented yourself and your points beautifully. You did a wonderful job." This guy has never read, and will never read, anything of mine. He didn't know shit about me, except that I was fucking not having this "sit in front of folks and say stuff" bullshit. He knew that I was up there, could tell that I had no backup whatsoever, and stepped in. I thought it would be an empty panel, and it was packed. Afterwards, I found out who the gentleman was - this explains why it was packed, and why the crowd contained people in costume, and Sci-Fi Channel cameras. Even if the guy wasn't insanely famous, he'd still win all the prizes. Note that this little story gives no one license to pat my leg. Only under extreme duress do I allow, and in this case, and this case ONLY, appreciate, such things.  Congratulations! You're Merry! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by Quizilla |