Sentence of the Day: “The Boy Who Left Home To Find Out About the Shivers”

from Fairy Tales From the Brothers Grimm, edited by Philip Pullman:

He had just sat down again when from every corner of the room there came black cats and black dogs, each of them wearing a red-hot collar with a red-hot chain.

— from “The Boy Who Left Home to Find Out About the Shivers”

AMERICAN GODS: A Visit from a Dead Wife

p. 117:

Shadow opened his eyes.

“Where did all the blood come from?” he asked.

“Other people,” she said. “It’s not mine. I’m filled with formaldehyde, mixed with glycerin and lanolin.”


“It’s easier to kill people, when you’re dead yourself,” she told him.

“It’s still a big deal,” said Shadow.

More AMERICAN GODS, p. 51

Shadow (Self really likes that name!) ends the conversation with Laura, his dead wife:

  • She opened the door to the hall. The fluorescent light in the hallway was not kind: beneath it, Laura looked dead, but then, it did that to everyone.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

#amreading : AMERICAN GODS, pp. 50-51

SPOILERS!

“I think there are several aspects of our marriage we’re going to have to work hard on.”

“Babes,” he told her. “You’re dead.”

“That’s one of those aspects, obviously.”

— from American Gods, by Neil Gaiman

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Chaos 5: La Llorona

Bought this small print from the Mendocino Art Gallery, winter 2015.

Self thinks it represents La Llorona, the Crying Woman.

That would be the Mexican version of the Irish banshee.

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Conversation of the Day: “The Vampire Diaries,” Season 3

“I feel like I’m going crazy. Everything’s making me paranoid.”

“You have a right to be. Klaus is still out there, trying to kill you.”

Elena (Interior monologue): Oh thank God. I thought for a minute there, I was going crazy.

Stay tuned.

#ThisIsWicked

Self thinks her most important current relationship is with her beta.

That is, she sort of thinks she’s found a beta, though the beta has four other WIPs of her own to get through, not to mention she has a very young kid at home. Not to mention she’s writing two Halloween-related drabbles. Not to mention she’s writing a sequel to the sexiest Vampire Peeta fan fic of all time!

Self just found out her beta lives in a completely different time zone: she’s three hours ahead of self.

It’s really useful to have a beta, because a beta is the best sounding board. The best.

When you’re writing fan fic, your story becomes 10x better if you have a beta.

When her beta doesn’t answer self’s messages, she feels bereft.

Which leads self to:

Last night, some young women in the apartment across the way were screeching and laughing raucously. Self had to wonder how girls could have that much fun, just talking. Then, at around 2 a.m., she heard something heavy land against a window. Probably thrown from an adjacent building. Nothing broke, but suddenly all sound stopped, just like that. And didn’t resume. Well, that was very efficient.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

American Horror Story: Evan Peters

When self was in London, this past summer, she walked all the way from Russell Square to the Odeon on Shaftesbury just to see X-Men: Apocalypse. And about halfway through, Quicksilver appeared. And then self remembered his scene in X-Men: Days of Future Past.

A week later, she was in Oxford. And her hotel was right across the street from a movie theatre. She had time to see the Bodleian but not the Ashmolean. And she even got to see X-Men: Apocalypse again. And all because of Evan Peters.

By now self knows he’s a regular on American Horror Story. But she is such a fraidy cat, she never risked watching a single episode. Until today.

What else to do on a beautiful Saturday afternoon? She decided to watch American Horror Story. She scanned, episode by episode, until she got to one called “Coven,” which she thinks was either in Season 2 or Season 3.

The opening credits were a compendium of scary sights. But self was able to endure.

TRIGGER WARNING: Some Not-So-Nice Things, i.e. Horror, Depravity, Sexual Deviation and — need self say more?

Jessica Lange appeared, all floozy and wrecked. Then Emma Roberts appeared, in trashy faux-fur and miniskirt, side-eyeing a shirtless next-door neighbor. Then Evan Peters appeared, blonde. In flannel shirt. On a bed. Next to a blonde who looked significantly older.

Then it appeared that his head had at one time been separated from his torso. Not only his head, but also his arms. Everything was still healing, but there were a lot of sutures.

Then, a younger blonde appeared, rescued Evan Peters, and returned him to his mama, an awfully decrepit-looking Mare Winningham (She had a stud on her chin. Way to go, Big Mare Mama!). Then Evan’s Mama began to kiss him on the mouth. It took some time before self realized that the writers of this show were indeed going to go there — Holy Cow! This is one crazy show! So depraved (by American TV standards, that is)! She loved it, just loved it!

Apparently, every single oddball character actress in America is in this show. Aside from the aforementioned Jessica Lange, Mare Winningham, and Emma Roberts, Kathy Bates is in it.

Characters are all kinds of deviants. Huh!

It was getting dark and self was getting major creepy vibes, so she stopped watching after just two episodes. But, kudos to the writers and producers for putting such wickedly anarchic stuff on American television. And for keeping it up for six seasons.

Stay tuned.

For So Long, Self Has Wanted to Know

the answer to this question:

  • How long does it take for a vampire to completely drain your blood?

Today, the definitive answer, courtesy of io9: 6.4 minutes.

The research was conducted by a group of physics students from the University of Leicester.

That’s hardcore.

Every single person writing in the supernatural genre should know this.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

LUCIFER: Princeps

As part of the research for self’s novel-in-progress (about a 25-year-old Spanish priest who is sent to the Philippines — in 1756 — to fight demons), self haunted the Atlantis Bookshop in London, last summer. Atlantis has books on every supernatural subject you can think of: witches, gnomes, fairies, elves, ghosts and, yes, angels and demons. It’s a wee little space on Museum Way, off Great Russell Street.

Met a woman who asked, of all things, about the Hukbalahap (Communist insurgency in the Philippines, most active in the 1950s). Not even Filipinos ever bring up the Hukbalahap. Will wonders never cease?

So, self is reading the chapter about sacrificial goats (as opposed to sacrificial lambs, how refreshing) and is reminded of something her Hong Kong writer friend, Maloy, told her: never pick up a stray umbrella, especially if you see one on a rainy day.

The chapter of Lucifer: Princeps self is reading is about Hittite ritual (Hittites are in the Bible. Believe Nebuchadnezzar was one? Or maybe he wasn’t. Sometimes self’s memory is very spotty):

p. 70: . . .  Hittite ritual describes how a woman transfers the evil onto a mouse, which is then released.

Which, in connection with the stray umbrellas her friend Maloy warned self against picking up: People who are having a spell of bad luck sometimes leave personal items — like umbrellas — out in the open for unsuspecting strangers to pick up. When another person picks up the umbrella, the bad luck gets transferred to them.

Self will never forget how, just after Maloy shared her story, a furled umbrella came bumping tok-tok-tok down the giant outdoor escalator (We were going to Maloy’s apartment, which was on the Mid-Level. Can you imagine giving an address that goes xx-xx, Mid-Level, Escalator x, Hong Kong?) Self just stared at it in total fascination.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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