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I wrote a phrase I was proud of today: "the je ne se quoi of the wamp wamp"
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Since I last posted here, I : -edited two comic collections: Frontiersman TPB and Antioch TPB. -enrolled in community college. -wrote seven poetry chapbooks. -asked @venneh to marry me and she said yes.
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would kill to get wine drunk with the mutuals. the really cheap shit, too.
Every time I drink with Hazel (virtually) she drinks me under the table.
For our first episode of the MangoCast, Ed and Patrick sit down with Kodansha editor Mr Mimura at NY ComicCon. The three have a discussion about the editing process, breaking through as a manga editor in Japan and working with some of the biggest names in manga at an early age. Mr Mimura then goes on to share his thoughts about the differences between the US and Japanese markets, and how to work with new talent in Japan. He then gives his thoughts on seinen manga in the US and why it is taking some time to catch on. Weāll be doing these every month or so. So please send us your thoughts on how to improve the program. Also please share the podcast if you know anyone whoād be into learning more about the manga business. Mango On!
Edās great. Listening now.
Anyone conflicted with punching a Nazi is a fucking moron. To say it is wrong to impart violence on a Nazi because of their beliefs is to validate Nazism as a reasonable opinion. These people would rather see anyone who doesn't agree with them dead, this isn't a fucking debate. A kid I knew in high school came out as a white supremacist post election and I sent him a message that said if I ever saw him in public again I'd throw him into traffic. These are the literal scum of the earth.
Ok. Then why arenāt you out there doing it? If the idea is menacing enough to threaten someone, then you should have passed the point of being proactive long ago. Any other danger you perceive in your life is acted upon early and before the fact. Why does this one merit waiting?
Stop talking.
-Andrew
C2E2 Karaoke?
Anyone from wicdiv fandom interested in pre-, during, or post- con karaoke? Chinatown, which is close to McCormick Place, has two or three places. @violinroad
From @jimheps on Twitter - a Phonogram 30 day Challenge. Since Iām bad at doing most things on a daily basis, Iām starting with several questionsā¦
1. Hmm. Several answers work, and this isnāt Britpop at all, but N.W.O. by Ministry. Or half of Dessaās songs, because Iām really into her work right now.
2. Minneapolis, Ground Zero dance club, late 1990ās: Friday night Totally 80ās, just there for fun, not for work, with a bunch of good friends & feeling really part of the magic on the dance floor.
3. Oh, for fucks sake, as if thereās just 1⦠I canāt think of a worst ever, actually. Least dancing at a club ever was at Geburtstag in Berlin in 2001. Odd night.
4. Heh. Iāve been sworn to secrecy. Very good night, less good aftermath.
5. High school, or summer after senior year. Stupid hook up with stupid boy to stupid music. Who puts on The Doors to make out to. Learned a valuable lesson that night.
6. Thereās been a lot of sexy times to Enigma & The Cure in my distant past & Elliott Smith ⦠I think now Iād play The XX or a hilariously random mix of favorite songs (including some Prince) or some bossa nova.
7. āDonāt Stop Me Nowā by Queen
8. Nope. Probably not. But if itās a safe situation & Iām with friends, itād be a gin & tonic most likely.
9. āHere Comes the Rain Againā or āSweet Dreamsā by The Eurythmics
Weāre all older, but fuck, we still love memes, and when someone dares me to make a 30 Days Of Shitposting Phonogram, I will do the thing. The Wic/Div kids have talent with the visual arts and familiarity with Photoshop. I have a couple hours before bed and I can drink legally. Thus, Notepad and screencaps. Iāll do three every three days. Hereās the first three. 1. Curse song. Restless by Rumbleseat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00dbnU12tJk) or Seeinā Diamonds by Hot Water Music. (https://youtu.be/VnQnJWV_0xQ) ājust returning/felt like murder/but I couldnāt stay awayā Itās like heroin, I remember saying. It hurts. It hurts so good. I havenāt listened to Restless for five years for exactly this reason. I listened to it in college, walking back from her dorm to my dorm in the winter. It was almost always winter in college, only I didnāt recognize it at the time.
Hmmmm. Thatās indefensibly dramatic. Everyoneās heart needs to get broken by other persons. In my case, it was junior and senior year of college, and those are the songs I associate with those experiences most. And those persons who broke your heart? Theyāre either assholes, or doing what they could to protect themselves emotionally. Or both. Better not to dwell on this too much. Weāre all the heroes of our own stories, and the converse of that is that weāre the villains of someoneās stories.
May we all dodge what we deserve.
2. Best dancing experience. Thought Bubble 2010. I came alone, made myself a nuisance at Kieron and he didnāt call the cops. I think that was the first time I danced because I wanted to. I think it was the first time I danced in a way that eluded my own judgment. When Na Na Na (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egG7fiE89IU) dropped, I fucking screamed it. Really. Full, raw-throated scream. On a dancefloor. Kieron still didnāt call the cops. He high fived me on the way out after loaning me money, actually. The importance of being earnest, I suppose.
3. Worst dancing experience. A woman stood me up on the dance floor. How dare she! (This is a joke.) No, for real, thatās my worst experience. I havenāt danced that much. Maybe a random night at Neo, before it closed? Maybe? Letās say that.
4. Hookup experience you can't forget. I'll say this, a bottle of Jameson and a professor's home.
5. Worst hookup experience. Don't have your first time with rough sex be when you and your partner are drunk.
6. If you're answering this, you played a record while you were having sex with a person. What record was it? A record called In Boca Al Lupo by Murder By Death. (http://murderbydeath.bandcamp.com/album/in-bocca-al-lupo) It translates directly to "in the mouth of the wolf" in Italian, though it's usually said with the meaning "may the wolf break its teeth on you." It's about a person damning themselves all the way into hell. This one's from college. I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist a particular woman, so I put on something to remind myself what exactly I was doing. CHRIST, WHY DO WOMEN HAVE SEX WITH ME (Also, in high school, the Faint [https://soundcloud.com/saddlecreek/the-faint-agenda-suicide] and Vaux [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbcyWymqXNg&list=PLbiJydYeN898_p_fm15kUOu8OZrmsZg34&index=4].)
7. You've walked away from a bad lover in winter. First song you put in your headphones. I actually did this. I then walked two miles in the snow to get ice cream. How did I ever get laid? How am I still alive? If I recall correctly, and I'm not sure I do, the record I played was Dead FM, meaning that first song is Sedition by Strike Anywhere (https://strikeanywhere.bandcamp.com/track/sedition). I believe Strike Anywhere is one of the greatest punk bands of my generation. Give We Amplify/Blaze/Infrared (https://strikeanywhere.bandcamp.com/album/exit-english) a listen. If you don't like something in one of those three songs, well... (When I got back to my dorm, I played Wherefore Art Thou, Elvis? [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPdCP5f_gmk] by The Gaslight Anthem.)
8, You shouldn't drink anymore, but they offer you a drink and they'll pay for it. Do you drink? If you do, what's your poison? My poison is Long Island Ice Tea. If I'm gonna do it, I should go hard.
9. You're called to put down Britannia. What's your entrance music? A Crater To Cough In by Circle Takes The Square.(http://ctts.bandcamp.com/track/a-crater-to-cough-in)
I was initially tempted by going directly into some Swedish-style thrash as an immediate show of overwhelming force, but that's influenced meaningfully by two tremendous English bands: Carcass and Napalm Death. If you're ever in a fight, Phonomancers, cheat. Britannia might be aware of Carcass and Napalm Death tangentially, and for this to work, I need them disoriented.
The odds that Britannia is aware of Savannah, GA prog/screamo cultists Circle Takes The Square are real low. Using dueling male/female vocals, Circle Takes The Square plays a baroque and vicious style of screamo. King Crimson jamming with Combatwoundedveterean, as Joe put it. But for our purposes? Elastica playing Reign In Blood at the apocalypse.
Five minutes of windup to pick off the minions from the shadows, and then a berserk two and a half minutes to attack Britannia with my fists and teeth. Break bones. Bite into in her eyeball. Punch so goddamned hard my knuckles break through my skin. It will be ugly. When I win I'll be spitting teeth for a week and trying to keep my intestines inside my body.
10. Your favorite Britpop band? Kenickie. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9gqAGnruiE) That first Elastica record (https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLUo1lRxNwvLU-zPNFm_hmQHUYrJT_gUJ6) is pretty dope, too. But Kenickie.
11. Oasis or Blur? (The answer is Pulp.) This is one of them trick questions. "The con isn't in getting you to pick the wrong shellā¦The con is getting you to pick a shell at all."
12. Girls Aloud or Sugababes? But this one isn't! GIRLS ALOUD (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTqDXh2MozM) SUGABABES (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_F5CgUdF5js)
13. BeyoncƩ or, ah fuck it, everyone's gonna answer BeyoncƩ. I'm not that stupid, folks. YOU LOVE ME LIKE XO
14. How did Kohl survive doing so much cocaine in Rue Britannia? Seriously, Gillen. Get in here. We know you see this. HOW. That's like three feet of coke. Most of issues five and six should've occurred in an ICU.
15. Would Britpop be best served by a bomb destroying every piece of it except At The Club, Different Class, and Elastica? No one asks a question like this without already knowing the answer. The answer is yes.
From @jimheps on Twitter - a Phonogram 30 day Challenge. Since Iām bad at doing most things on a daily basis, Iām starting with several questionsā¦
1. Hmm. Several answers work, and this isnāt Britpop at all, but N.W.O. by Ministry. Or half of Dessaās songs, because Iām really into her work right now.
2. Minneapolis, Ground Zero dance club, late 1990ās: Friday night Totally 80ās, just there for fun, not for work, with a bunch of good friends & feeling really part of the magic on the dance floor.
3. Oh, for fucks sake, as if thereās just 1⦠I canāt think of a worst ever, actually. Least dancing at a club ever was at Geburtstag in Berlin in 2001. Odd night.
4. Heh. Iāve been sworn to secrecy. Very good night, less good aftermath.
5. High school, or summer after senior year. Stupid hook up with stupid boy to stupid music. Who puts on The Doors to make out to. Learned a valuable lesson that night.
6. Thereās been a lot of sexy times to Enigma & The Cure in my distant past & Elliott Smith ⦠I think now Iād play The XX or a hilariously random mix of favorite songs (including some Prince) or some bossa nova.
7. āDonāt Stop Me Nowā by Queen
8. Nope. Probably not. But if itās a safe situation & Iām with friends, itād be a gin & tonic most likely.
9. āHere Comes the Rain Againā or āSweet Dreamsā by The Eurythmics
Weāre all older, but fuck, we still love memes, and when someone dares me to make a 30 Days Of Shitposting Phonogram, I will do the thing. The Wic/Div kids have talent with the visual arts and familiarity with Photoshop. I have a couple hours before bed and I can drink legally. Thus, Notepad and screencaps. Iāll do three every three days. Hereās the first three. 1. Curse song. Restless by Rumbleseat (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=00dbnU12tJk) or Seein' Diamonds by Hot Water Music. (https://youtu.be/VnQnJWV_0xQ) "just returning/felt like murder/but I couldn't stay away" It's like heroin, I remember saying. It hurts. It hurts so good. I haven't listened to Restless for five years for exactly this reason. I listened to it in college, walking back from her dorm to my dorm in the winter. It was almost always winter in college, only I didn't recognize it at the time.
Hmmmm. That's indefensibly dramatic. Everyone's heart needs to get broken by other persons. In my case, it was junior and senior year of college, and those are the songs I associate with those experiences most. And those persons who broke your heart? They're either assholes, or doing what they could to protect themselves emotionally. Or both. Better not to dwell on this too much. We're all the heroes of our own stories, and the converse of that is that we're the villains of someone's stories.
May we all dodge what we deserve.
2. Best dancing experience. Thought Bubble 2010. I came alone, made myself a nuisance at Kieron and he didn't call the cops. I think that was the first time I danced because I wanted to. I think it was the first time I danced in a way that eluded my own judgment. When Na Na Na (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egG7fiE89IU) dropped, I fucking screamed it. Really. Full, raw-throated scream. On a dancefloor. Kieron still didn't call the cops. He high fived me on the way out after loaning me money, actually. The importance of being earnest, I suppose.
3. Worst dancing experience. A woman stood me up on the dance floor. How dare she! (This is a joke.) No, for real, that's my worst experience. I haven't danced that much. Maybe a random night at Neo, before it closed? Maybe? Let's say that.
At last: my piece for Ladies of Literature vol. 2!Ā Featuring Bellis Coldwine from China MiĆ©villeās The Scar. If youāve never read any of his stuff, MiĆ©ville is a master of world-building and environment-driven stories, and Bellis is one of my favorite characters of his.
Yo Cloven. One of my oldest friends bought this print for me at Katsucon, and they knew how psyched I would be to receive China Fuckinā Mieville fanart. They were right. This is great. Thanks for doing it.
B.P.R.D.: Garden Of Souls #1-5 & TP by Mike Mignola
I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as āThe Massesā. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.
Jorge Luis Borges, Book of Sand (via borgesiana)
more like suicide king/less like ace of hearts
TW: anxiety/depression/suicide talk. So Iāve just taken a survey (from a therapist, from a therapist!) that PROBABLY says Iām intensely depressed. Which is a step in the right direction, probably? Probably. Seeing it that way on paper is more difficult than I am prepared for.
(And before the brigade of assholes remind me of the many ways my life could be worse, I am intimately fucking aware. I got obscenely lucky in the lottery of birth.) Iāve felt this depressed for years. But putting it down like that and attaching my name to it like that is frightening. It shouldnāt be, but it is. Ultimately, Iām going to have to talk more about being depressed. Which makes me anxious, and more depressed. Awesome. Facing it is scary, but it canāt be worse than the last five years of running from it. Next meeting with the counselor is tomorrow morning. Tomorrow night, Iāll probably hang a print in my bedroom, which, because itās me, has the line āyou are the harvest and not the reaperā in it. Itās only ever been one step, and then the next, right Ms. Leckie? * * * (If youāre following me because of #wicdivchi, Beckah and I have exchanged DMs that functionally read āNeo is closed, what do?ā More as it develops on that front.) (If youāre following me because I wrote about music once, I watched Drug Church kill it last night. I shouldnāt write a review because Pat and I are friends. I did wake up happy and smiling this morning when recalling Drug Churchās set, though. Crime In Stereo saying a new record is coming āactually soonā is news worth living for. Judging by their tweets around Christmas, the music is recorded and mastered, but the unknowable mystery that is vinyl production is holding up the release.It is also, apparently, a terrible business idea to do digital first.)
I finally got around to reading ABC Warriors: The Black Hole and saw the part that Gillen lifted for a moment in Young Avengers. If youāre wondering what that exact moment is, here you go. tl;dr 2013/1988.
Whenever I hear this cover, I can still picture the student housing, the light through the window and Christ, I can still remember being so young. Not really. I remember hearing that each time one recalls a memory, some new portion of the memory is inaccurate. Maybe one day I will hear this song and remember something that never happened. Anyway. Itās a curse song, in Phonogram parlance. The coverās pretty good. Iām lowballing there. If my memory does not deceive me, I listened to this song for a couple days straight and return to it every six odd months. See you at NYCC.
Educated Male Smugness, Followed By, Wait, Can I Definitely Do That?
Warren Ellis tried the thing, so fuck it, I think I'm broadly read, letās see me try to prove it.
1. No Logo and The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein. Those two books changed the patterns of my thinking. 2. Blacklist by Sara Paretsky. My favorite of hers so far. Blacklist hits home with the immediacy and precision of eyeball surgery. 3. To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. There are sentences in this book that are perfect. I cannot imagine writing a sentence in that league. 4. Moxyland by Lauren Beukes. You know the moment in action movies when the hero walks through the doorway carrying a pump shotgun and pumps it? Moxyland had an effect like that. 5. Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie. The description sounds like a mess, like the author is trying too many things at once and it couldn't possibly come together. Ancillary Justice does come together. Ms. Leckie isn't trying to do too many things at once. She sticks the landing.
Itās difficult not to like yfw.Parting, yeah?